Resolution for the New Year

 

As we wrap up this very strange year, 2021, with so much great unknown yet looming, I allowed my old brain a few minutes of reflection centered around starting the new year fresh with a resolve to do something. Not sure what.

Then my brain shifted to this age of great delusion and how easy it is to fool the masses. Especially in this digital world where most of what you see or read is either half truth or out and out lie but we have been so conditioned everyone not only knows this, they accept it, joke about it, and still believe the lies anyway. It's a conundrum for sure. 

Then I thought about what made me so cynical about where we have landed in this moment in modernity. It comes down to my long standing preference for what is true over what is fake.

In the early 2000's, for several years, I was not only a participant but also a moderator for a forum that was started in 1999 as a place for Y2K preppers to exchange info. Over time, and after the world did not come to an end, folks just stayed and long distance silent/digital friendships continued on. As is normal with humans, ups and downs of daily life were shared and encouragement and advice offered, just as in normal, in person, friendships. So, it seemed real. 

But, it wasn't. It was essentially just a pleasant illusion/past-time. Though liars can be convincing in person, typed words can more easily mask what one truly feels and thinks and  thus who one really is.

But the day I realized this was after a series of things happened within the setting of the forum. 

First, one Saturday we hosted a silly event, a fake wedding between two members, where a scenario was set up and everyone participated by contributing crazy gifs and pics. It was hilarious until something odd was posted and it revealed that those two members might not be who they claimed to be and mysteriously they never posted again, at least not with their known avatars. It was very strange - as in gov-alphabet-troll strange.

The second thing that happened was when a huge storm hit my area and caused a lot of damage though not where I lived. I logged into the moderator's area and saw one of the members had posted a comment of how worried she was about me given all the damage reported in the national news. "Worried, worried, just worried sick," she lamented. 

I thought, really? Given that we knew each other's email (email was still the preferred contact method back then) my first thought was, if I had seen news of storm damage in her area I bet I would have sent an email checking on her instead of posting a sound-good sentiment in a forum.

At that moment my eyes were opened and I could see it was all unreal. It wasn't genuine friendship. At least not the kind of friendship I think of as being real. The kind I have with flesh and blood relationships. I decided I didn't have time to participate in the illusion anymore and I soon and quietly signed off. No drama or farewell.  My suspicion was soon confirmed - not one email of inquiry about my absence came. 

Apparently, as demonstrated, in the Matrix when part of the illusion disappears it is not missed.

Lesson learned - when I recognize that something is not real or even if I am not relevant in a group think situation I am not the least bit shocked or offended - I'm just gone. 

I conclude that one does not have to be trapped in the Matrix, if you learn to pay attention to the small details, the incongruities, the glitches, however tiny, you find you can choose better what your next best step will be. It is so easy to maneuver humans into believing what they see is authentic, especially given the pervasive acceptance of CGI and Photoshop being as good as reality. But that's not the scary part - reality is somewhat over-rated now even as virtual reality is embraced as the next great thing. That's truly frightening.

Unfortunately illusion can never be real and therefore cannot be sustained. All it takes is a noticeable glitch in the Matrix or someone brave pointing out that the emperor is, in fact, naked.

Or the liars/magicians keep contradicting themselves and changing the illusions until no one pays attention anymore. Humans are easily manipulated but also, like toddlers, they are easily bored too.

I couldn't think of a new year resolution so I offered a a prayer for 2022 instead:

Dear Lord, deliver us from evil, protect us from tragedy, and grant us grace because we mostly don't know what we are doing. Open our eyes to the truth. 

For Him,

Meema

Historically Speaking

 

Historically speaking, the hallmark of a civilization that has peaked and has begun it's decent into oblivion is the marked absence of all things civil. What remains is a return to tribalism. Survival, by any means necessary, becomes the new rule. Because this usually evolves over time, this process of decimation often goes unnoticed until it reaches point of no return and the ancient law of Inevitable Consequence is locked in place. 

Also, I might add, historically speaking, the only way this has ever been adjusted/corrected was by Divine Intervention. So, there's that, but we'll get to that later.

For history buffs, and those who understand the repeating natural cycles that have governed the human condition since Adam and Eve were cast out of paradise because satan convinced Eve she could be a god, there are warning signs that can be noted. The first most damning signal is always, predictably, when humans decide collectively that they can be, you know, gods. This is usually first observed in a rise in the replacement of the One True God with human self-righteousness, fake humility, lack of empathy, and determination to be seen as ultimate authority, which, by the way, are signs of psychopathy.

In a nutshell, whatever is being pushed as ‘for the greater good’ for mankind is just an imitation of God goodness. It’s a human substitute for God identifiable as SELFness which is a little 'g' god and it is straight from satan’s play book. Get humans to believe in their own goodness and they don’t need God.

In short, when a society removes or replaces God, a vacuum is created that sucks in self-determined psychopaths who rise into positions of power which then, predictably, heralds the demise of that society. 

However, hindsight reveals, it is also easily concluded that those civilizations that sacrifice their young rank highest on the list of those that do not end well and often completely disappear only to be speculated about by archeologists digging up small chards, bones and fragments of what once was.

To keep it real, there has never been a faultless era on earth, nor could there be so long as satan and his minions are given free rein to tempt/test us. However, once, even in my lifetime, I can recall there was a better balance of good vs evil. At least, as imperfect as things have always been, bad characters doing very bad things, there were still elements of civility that held it all together for the majority. There was a time when a man's word was his bond, when trust, honor and integrity were reasonably assumed, routinely aspired to, virtues.  

New Normal takes decades to evolve, though, and it requires a sneaky slow disintegration process even those who are educated to the repeating history of humankind do not notice. The first signs are easily ignored until the bad has engulfed the good. 

Just reminiscing about how things once were, within my lifetime, I have some things I find are gone or nearly gone now and, frankly, I miss them. 

First and foremost, I miss common sense, common decency and common morality. These three paragons of all that is civil about civilization, once removed, signal an inevitable unpleasant end. That these also happen to be foundational to Christian values it can't be a shock to point out that all things Christian are now under all out open frontal attack. 

I miss when children were taught to depend on critical thinking rather than feelings and were held accountable instead of coddled and enabled into selfie-centeredness. <---See what I did there? :-)

I miss the days when entertainment did not have to be crude or pornographic and base immorality was not an acceptable and expected theme.

I miss the days when businesses/organizations offered good products and/or services for competitive prices without feeling the need to proclaim or declare a position in any political or current social agenda. 

I miss the time when human life was at least as valued as animal/pet life and human children ranked higher on the scale of life forms to protect than fur babies.

I miss the days when there was no digital social media enabler of anonymous mean-spirited bullying and individual opinion was less championed than truth and facts.

As I mourn all the things I miss about the way it once was, even as I grieve over the predictability of a most likely end of this era, I also know all that really matters is, historically speaking, God does keep a remnant for Himself. 

We have to seek and ask for His Divine Intervention though because, historically speaking, that is the only way to stop and reverse that which satan is relentlessly seeking to destroy.

For Him,

Meema

A Time For Everything

 

Dear Hearts,

I would much prefer to think on the happy things this life and time of year gives us, to focus on the blessings, the joys. But I have also written about how the day does come when things written long ago finally do come to be. There is a time for everything.

I have noticed the variety of approaches to what is happening by those who have ways in which to speak, either in the written word or videos. It seems some are appointed to say uplifting words that give hope, which, of course, is sorely needed in times of stress. There are also those who are burdened to speak out and, in fact, take great risks in doing so. I like to think of myself as being somewhere in the middle ground. A giver of hope as well as a giver of sight. 

I am, by nature, one who looks up and out and can find hope in what often seems hopeless. But I am also a pragmatist and I can't not say what I am now tasked to say. It seems time is speeding up. 

Years ago I once wrote about my affection for traditional holidays like Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving, in my I Was Just Thinking column. I mostly go mushy and wax philosophical on those kinds of topics. In my reminiscing I shared that, due to the age factor, I have had a plethora of lovely, happy, joyful, holiday experiences but the ones that seem to stand out in my memory are the not so fun ones. All the best ones are now blurred together into a single warm fuzzy haze. So, it's the not happy ones that stand out on their own for reflecting upon, it's usually the ones offering up some kind of lesson to be learned.

Maybe that's the reason, then, for having better recollection of the challenging times in our lives. They are the sometimes harsh opportunities for gaining perspective. and/or wisdom that carries us forward better armed to deal with what life dishes out. 

I've also written about the reality that humans are not good at discernment turned to gratitude unless there is a contrast or something to compare something else against in order to see more wisely. 

We need to feel real hunger to appreciate having a scrap of bread.

We need to experience being freezing cold to be thankful for an old worn out  blanket.

We need to have everything taken from us to realize how good it was having anything we wanted when we wanted it.

We have to be told we can't go anywhere or do anything without proving we are willing to give up our personal/physical rights and/or religious beliefs, or the freedom to buy or sell or earn a living before we grieve over the loss of those basic rights we so took for granted. 

I look forward to this holiday season, 2021, because my practical self suspects it might be the last one I will be able to add to my warm fuzzy collection. I do not see things continuing as they are without a major change that calls us to be braver than we have ever been asked to be, willing to be challenged to stand without wavering. Our mettle tested to it's limits.

I can hear a faint but urgent call to choose Who we will follow, Who we trust.  

While it is still in the gray area of okay, I, for one, give thanks, in this calm before the storm, for the right to choose the One Whom I will serve and claim it out loud without fear of being canceled, condemned or imprisoned. 

For Him,

Meema

Michael Boldea is one who is tasked with speaking out and he is well worth paying attention to:

Bondage

Whatever Works

 

Measure/Counter-measure. Action/Reaction. Work Arounds. Making Do. 

These are terms I have depended on to get me through challenges for most of my 74 years. I started quite early understanding that anything I wanted to accomplish, problem I needed to solve, would have to be realized via an alternate path than most normal people took. Either I did not have the funds to do what I wanted to do or what I wanted/needed did not exist. 

My peculiar perspective has always begun with the conclusion - whatever works.

I have dozens of memories walking up and down the aisles of a craft supply store or a home improvement or hardware store looking for something I could use in my quest to make something else out of what already existed. I recall one time, in particular, at Home Depot, when an older gentleman in an orange 'employee' vest interrupted my deep concentration as I scanned a display of nuts and bolts and asked if he could help me. I looked at him, knowing full well I would not be able to explain what I was doing. I tossed it out anyway, watching his expression go from friendly helpful to confused. He clearly wasn't expecting my response. He pretended to think about it and then apologized that he had no idea how to help me. As most normal folks are, he was programed to only see a product in the way it was intended to be used. 

However, while often frustrating, this road less traveled has not been all for nothing though. 

My strange solutions/inventions/creations/making do spirit (mostly inspired by a deeply ingrained drive to beat the system with outlier thinking) has also given me a broad knowledge base on how humans have managed to survive every era, the good, the bad and the ugly. 

The turning point always comes down to the efforts of the free thinkers. The innovators. Those who dare to look beyond the fixed perceptions of the moment. The fearless who were willing to defy the preconceived norms and protocols. 

Out of the box thinkers have contributed to some amazing innovations that, on the surface, here in modernity, seem to have made life easier for most of the world population. I say 'seem to' because for all the conveniences we enjoy, the devises and mechanisms, the speed and far reaching communication ability, that we even take for granted, what we perceive as making life easier, blurs our ability to see the downside. 

Thus life swings like a huge pendulum. Action/Reaction.

In this case the downside is that we have been slowly enslaved to a system that was designed for advancement of civilization but has been usurped by nefarious goals for the demise of humanity. Let that sink in. 

Of course, I see this from the spiritual side meaning satan is working overtime to destroy us.  But God sees the end, we can't, so we have to take His word for it that satan has already lost the war, in the future. That doesn't mean there aren't some battles that must be fought in the here and now. We are truly at war with dark principalities. But it has been ever so. This is not new. 

To prepare one must first grasp that there is nothing any human has ever designed, created, developed or manufactured that is indestructible. For every action there is a reaction that counters or nullifies the original purpose. Whether the purpose was originally for good or for evil. Nothing worldly is infallible regardless how powerful it seems to be. Anything can be repurposed, even destroyed, so regardless how good or bad something is in the moment, it can be changed. 

I could compose a lengthy treatise on all the inventions, introductions into human existence that were deemed good for mankind that then, taken over by those with dark agendas (usually determined by desire for money and power) and then turned into something bad for us. Splitting the atom? Plastic? Processed Food? The Internet? Social Media? AI? You can probably pause and come up with your own list. 

But here's the point - faced with a looming inevitable battle you have to be able to see the reality of what is being used against you and then find work arounds. Cherry picking but one example of hundreds, WW2 was won by the Allies because, first of all, God willed it, and secondly because innovators fearlessly came in the back door instead of knocking on the front door asking permission to enter. Think Navajo Code Talkers. French Underground. Corrie Ten-Boom. 

Look outside of what a thing is and use it in another way. Historically speaking, the best way to beat an enemy is to do the unexpected and what he cannot see happening and therefore never sees coming.  If high tech is the enemy - go low tech.

Start with prayer, ask, listen, then obey, and then innovate with whatever works. 

For Him,

Meema

And remember:

God always chooses to do the most with the least. ~ Anonymous

Beginnings and Endings

Closing in on wrapping up a decade writing this blog, having switched from publishing a monthly column for twenty years before that, I now keep wondering when it's time to stop. After all, there is always a beginning of something as there is an ending. Will I just run out of words or the brain power and/or the will to write them?

I have always claimed that I write to find out what I think and that hasn't changed. What is different now is that I am more inclined to reason that I don't have to write what I think because what I think doesn't matter, in the big picture. I am not (nor ever have been) an influencer. What I am is able to see ahead because I know the predictable patterns in human nature. 

Over time I have found that humans do not like being told they are predictable. So, being intuitive and able to see five steps ahead has often been a curse instead of a blessing. Seeing ahead not only makes one an outlier but also one who cannot be heard or understood.

Thus, now I am leaning toward keeping what I think to myself. No wasted breath, no frustration at the sound of crickets, no stress on arthritic fingers typing/editing/retyping and navigating the upload process. No being canceled or judged or vilified for not going along to get along with the ever changing rules of the current culture police.  

For the better part of my 74 years I have walked as a non conformist in a world too easily conformed, persuaded and manipulated to believe the BIG LIE that humans can be gods and therefore designers of human destiny. 

Here's a tough truth I need to share, believe it or not, beneath everything we see unfolding in real time, all the moving pieces, coming together today like a ginormous storm, has one goal - to blow away any and all original standards of Christianity, thereby and therefore eliminating God. I specifically used the word 'original' alluding to the morphed standards modern Christianity has surrendered to. Going along to get along might make you feel all righteous and get you a nice lifestyle but it does not represent the Original Christ or foundational laws. 

I did warn that it's a tough truth. [Cue crickets].

I have also warned, in as many ways as I could think of, that this is a classic trick of satan, who is the template for the first psychopath (who knows he can't win but still believes he can). While he is unable to create anything new, he is an accomplished mimic and uses the same ole tricks over and over again. Why? Because they always work. Human nature desires to be a god, implemented via the false delusion of godliness of self-righteousness, so this craving is easily tapped into and used for nefarious purpose. I've often referred to this as the state of being committed to good-for-goodness-sake - not God's sake. 

I admit I am peculiar, always have been, and that is often attributable to knowing too much as well as not enough. I started this strange life journey at the age of nine when my mother had a middle of the night vision of the future that changed our lives and set me on a lone path of being here but not being of here. At this stage, in spite of being mostly an outcast, I am grateful that He kept me separated out. 

Full disclosure: I don't like it here anymore and now I'm very glad I don't fit. 

Even so, I have lived a very blessed life even as I knew one day, things might start happening that I grew up expecting and always subconsciously lived prepared looking for the signs, even as I hoped it wouldn't be in my lifetime.

At this point, I won't say this is my last post, a part of me prefers to keep the door cracked open a bit for possibilities. Instead I am going to try out another way to say what I wish others to consider by posting links to those who have bigger voices and whose words might be better received.  I don't have to be right I just need to see good results.

I admit we often are taken by surprise even when we have been expecting 'something' to happen, not knowing what it would look like. But if we trust the still small voice and are discerning enough we will know when to just say no, no matter the earthly consequences. Human life is short compared to eternity. 

The day does come, for beginnings as well as endings. What I wrestle with in this moment is - how much time do we really have? Are we truly past the point of no return or is there a chance to delay what has been written? God is not bound by our clocks and calendars. He could give us more time. Satan has come close to ending us many times before but somehow God intervened for the sake of a faithful remnant.

I keep asking, though, why should God give us more time when we are deluded to believe we don't need Him because we can be Him by simply reordering and redefining His laws to fit our sensibilities?

For Him,

Meema

An 8 minute vid worth watching

What Everyone Needs to Know

A post by Michael Boldea worth reading

http://mikeboldea.blogspot.com/2021/10/one-hill-too-many.html

Dibs On The Apple Core

 Sometimes, when the world is too much with me and I need a bit of perspective, I take a look back in history to...you know...compare notes...then and now.

My father and mother were born in 1913 and 1914 respectively. They were toddlers when WW1 raged. Then they were in their mid teens when the Great Depression caused global economic collapse. My mother had just started her first of four years in a Baptist boarding school and my father was working as a soda jerk in a local drugstore. He also played a saxophone in a band for extra cash. 

Even as kids, just like others of their generation, they each did what they had to do to not just survive but to stay optimistic that life would one day get back to some kind of normal. 

They met each other as they were finishing their teen years and chose to enter their adult years together. A year later, 1935, my sister was born. If surviving having nothing and next to nothing as a couple was a challenge, adding a child to care for to the mix must have been overwhelming. Somehow they managed and five years later, 1940, they added to the family with the birth of my brother. 

Then my father caught a break and was given a management position in a men's shoe store but it required that he move his little family to a brand new location, in another town and state. Imagine that. Not yet 30 years old and scary as it was he could see the opportunity to start a better life was worth moving away from his birthplace, parents and siblings. 

Then WW2 came shortly thereafter. Having a wife and two kids to support my father chose to declare the allowable exemption and did not join the military. 

Life for the average American was pretty tough in the 40s but having grown up in the Depression they knew exactly how to do without. They were not shocked by shortages of food or being unable to get certain essentials like tires, household goods and clothing.

The family of four lived in a tiny duplex until February 1948 when, the war over, the concept of suburbia had exploded and housing communities popped up all over America. Somehow they were able to get a mortgage for a small, two bedroom, one bath house. They had run out of room in the duplex.  I was 9 months old.

I grew up in that house, never once feeling poor. I never thought about my brother not having a bedroom who slept on a studio couch as I shared an 8x10 room with my sister. And now I have no idea how a family of five managed to coordinate with one bathroom. 

Over time my parents were able to improve the house, closing in the one-car carport and the screened in porch giving us two more living spaces. My mother was able to upgrade from a hand wringer washer to an electric washing machine but still had to hang out the laundry on the clothes line stretched across the backyard which seemed perfectly normal. I try to visualize that now every time I complain to myself about having to switch a load from my washer to the dryer. It's always about perspective.

When I was 8 or 9 they got a home improvement loan and bought a refrigerator with a freezer compartment, which meant we could buy Eskimo Pies and have them just sitting there waiting to be pulled out. Frozen foods were still in the developmental stage of launching with the amazing TV dinner. But I now compare eating only fresh foods then to having two side by side refrigerators and two fully packed chest freezers and I feel vaguely entitled if not silly. 

My parents also installed wall to wall carpet and a window air conditioner for the living room. I have limited memories of living in Houston Texas prior to having no air conditioning anywhere, including school or cars. I start sweating even thinking about it.

But it was the Fabulous 50s/60s, I was an official bonafide Boomer. And like most of my generation, I was shaped by the Age of Innovation, TVs in every home, the rise of consumerism as a religion, and a lack of knowledge about having to make do or do without in the same way my parents did. We were not rich, by any means, but I don't recall having to count every bite, to ration or abide by the old saying 'waste not/want not'. My mother was full of old sayings.

One pithy saying that my mother explained to me when I was a kid when I was not willing to eat all the food on my plate paints a very complex picture. She said when she was young and someone in her circle of friends was lucky enough to have an apple, someone else would shout - 'Dibs on the apple core!'  Which meant, when the person finished eating all that could be gotten from the apple, the core remaining would go to the first person to claim it and not the trash bin. 

I guess when you have nothing and next to nothing even a bit of something is worth fighting for. Again, perspective. I can't stop my brain flashing back to people fighting over toilet paper and paper towels in 2020. 

I admit to some concern that several generations have had it so easy for so long now, I don't know if they can do what the Greatest Generation did who grew up in the Depression then had to make sacrifices for war as they reached their launch into adulthood. They lived hardship and yet still managed to hold onto hope that things, not just could, but would get better. Not unlike the people of western Oklahoma during the Dust Bowl era when every year for a decade the crops would fail and they would say - maybe next year. 

I've had some rough years in my life too, so I'm not claiming I've never had to deal with adversity. There were not a few times when I had to roll pennies to be able to go buy a couple boxes of Kraft Mac & Cheese and a can of green beans to feed my three kids. I admit dealing with occasional angst at the threshold of a great unknown future, but I always had something deep inside that kept me moving forward, meeting every obstacle as a challenge to be faced with determination to overcome. 

Somehow, something planted in me by the example of my parents gave me courage and hope that there are two things that no one can take from me - my attitude and gratitude. As I age I find I think that could be also called faith that God is in charge no matter what we are asked to step up to, give up or do without.

So, if I can't have the apple, then I can be grateful for the core. If I can't have the core, I'll say, okay, maybe next time. 

For Him,

Meema

Sound Familiar?

 

I admit frustration - part of me is tired and wondering what is the point of speaking out anymore. Clearly the spirit of Self-Righteousness has the wheel at the moment - recklessly driving the bus closer to the edge of the cliff. 

Then God reminds me of all the men (and women) who gave their last breath to denounce tyranny. 

Okay, fine then. I choose not to be blind or silent. I'd rather be a vocal thorn in the side of evil than a silent facilitator. Eternity is a very long time. 

So, here goes... 

Milton Mayer, in his book, They Thought They Were Free, explored the question, "what would I have done?' by interviewing ten ordinary Germans after the end of WW2. In the time he spent getting to know these men, Mayer discovered what is intrinsically true about ordinary citizens during a slow take over of their lives and country, i.e., they often go along to get along, focusing more on their daily lives than on what is occurring in the secret agendas and determinations of those given the power to rule.

By examining the men's reasons for joining the Nazi party, why they chose not to resist, and how they reflect back on Nazism, Mayer convincingly demonstrated that while the German people did have a unique political culture and history that enabled the rise of Nazism, the Nazi movement or one like it could happen anywhere or to any people. 

Australia comes to mind, 2021.

After his year in Germany, Mayer concluded his ten Nazi friends could not admit that what had been allowed to kill millions of people, including all those who fought to stop Nazism, was bad. Almost all of his ten friends still talked about Nazism in a positive light. Herr Kessler openly admitted that while he considered National Socialism as a bad thing for him personally because he 'lost his soul', overall it was good for Germany. Most of Mayer's Nazi friends seemed to agree. None of the men expressed feeling any extreme guilt about the Holocaust, and on multiple occasions some of the Nazi men alluded that they were not fully convinced that the Holocaust actually happened.

Does this sound familiar?

“But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and smallest, thousands, yes, millions would have been sufficiently shocked—if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43 had come immediately after the ‘German Firm’ stickers on the windows of non-Jewish shops in ’33. But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.

And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying ‘Jewish swine,’ collapses it all at once, and you see that everything, everything, has changed and changed completely under your nose. The world you live in—your nation, your people—is not the world you were born in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God. The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.” 

― Milton Sanford Mayer, They Thought They Were Free: The Germans 1933-45 

Conclusion:  It is easier to fool someone than to get him to admit he was fooled is not just a terse quote. It defines the worst weakness of human nature - the inability to admit weakness - the root cause for the collapse of great empires. 

For Him, 

Meema

Spiritual Immunity?

Hubs and I were chatting about this current ongoing war with the altered reality over the Covid vaccine, immunity, and the latest loud narrative that the only way to be safe is to get the jab. Even though the survival rate is better than most common flu. The call now is about how the vaxxed must be protected from the unvaxxed because the vaxxed are still vulnerable... or something. 

I'm sorry even in this dumbed down age that makes NO SENSE. 

Not to mention there have been a plethora of reported bad reactions to the jab, including death. People have died from covid, true, but the other numbers of all the ways people die, including the common flu are now summarily ignored. Only covid now dominates the statistics even as not a few of the deaths by vaccine have gone under reported which begs the question - what does health mean if not alive and well and immune to a particular disease?

I have often referred to the dynamic of action/reaction - measure/counter-measure when pondering the predictability of the human condition. So, given that the ACTION of declaring that protecting the vaxxed has not worked, now we see the new REACTION as we watch the puppets of MSM spouting their scripts declaring that there have been many eras when vaccines have been mandated, so what's the big deal about a vaccine mandate? 

Well, I can respond to that as I am old enough to report from first hand experience on this topic. 

In my youth the small pox shot was required until small pox subsided, at least in 1st world countries, meaning it isn't ever going to be completely eradicated but they did get it under control. My personal experience with the shot was that it was tried 3 times on me and did not take so I was given an exemption. Did this mean I had natural immunity?

I thought about other vaccines that were required, when I was a kid, like the sugar cube dotted with the polio antigen distributed to every school aged kid in the 50s. No one asked if anyone could be exempt if they had had polio, which I did at age 2 in 1949 and got over it under the care of my mother. I only have a vague recollection of my family cheering me on as I took halting steps in the living room. Did I gain immunity? 

I also recalled there was no vaccine for measles, mumps or chicken pox when I was a kid. Not surprisingly I had all three. I still have a pox scar between my eyebrows. I especially remember my experience with mumps as it was Easter and I could not eat my Easter candy because it hurt to bite down. 

After roaming around in those memories I realized that my kids all had the MMR shots - in the early 70s there were only 8 shots kids had to get in order to be allowed in school. Now the vaccine numbers are in the 30s or 40s. [RED FLAG?]. And yet my kids still had measles and chicken pox and mumps. Amazing that I don't recall questioning that incongruity until now. My kids had the shots but they still got the diseases. [RED FLAG?]

But here's the big AH HA from my mental meandering on this topic - I took care of my kids when they were sick but I didn't get any of those ailments again. Apparently, all those years after I was sick, I still had immunity. 

I think that's explained by biology science. Or what used to be considered science, you know, the kind that exists in spite of corporate bottom lines.

Granted medicine has come a long way in the last 70 years - if you trust that nine out of ten doctors no longer support Lucky Strike cigarettes as being the smoothest smoke on the market. 

See what I did there? I eluded to any period in history as possibly being wrong about things. How about right now then? Can they be wrong about this new, rushed into production jab? Will we find out, to our detriment, years from now that so many were so wrong? Too late? It's happened many times before. And the lawyers have gotten rich for it.

Fast forward to today - over a year since Hubs and I had covid, I have a pretty amazing bit of 'science' to share. Hubs just had his annual physical and, out of curiosity, his doc asked if he could do a rapid antibody test. Results? 14 months after surviving covid, he still has the antibodies. 

If people getting the jab need to be protected against those who refuse, especially those who refuse because they survived a bout with covid and are better protected with real antibodies, what is the point? Is it time to start following the money? Or political agenda maybe?

I think what we need now is Spiritual Immunity to guard us against the rapid spread of the killer virus of UNTRUTH...

...and deliver us from evil...

For Him,

Meema

Just Say No

 

My niece called late yesterday. She said she was sadly missing Jo (my sister who passed last year) and being able to call her when she needed to vent or ask for wisdom from her mother. She said she was sad that Jo was gone but also glad Jo isn't here to see what is happening. 

We launched into a joint rant session, calling out the new god of Self-righteousness and its lieutenant minion, Hypocrisy. We got down to basics that ALL of everything that is unfolding now, clearly speeded up from daily to hourly madness, is completely attributable to satan pulling out the stops. Those in charge are drunk on power now. I cannot help but visualize the whore of Babylon riding the Beast in her drunken narcissism.

I told my niece that I have reached the place where I don't know whether to speak or be silent because I've been warning for YEARS that the day does come when those who refuse to see are blinded lest they see. In other words, they lose the opportunity to open their eyes so they remain blinded and then must reap the reward for their unwise choice. Has the door closed? I don't know. We agreed we should not stop speaking until we know for sure.

Most certainly what is happening, in real time, right now, is not about a pandemic or safety of humankind. Clearly when those in charge would kill us, refuse us medical treatment for any ailment because we refuse their mandate to 'be safe', the truth is blatant. 

In 18 months we have gone from counting those with Covid as being the numbers to follow and the ones whose blood should be donated because of the natural antibodies, to using percentages so they can lie with statistics and those who survived being vilified and tossed aside into the 'anti-vaxxer' camp, now known as terrorists.

Tell me again, how does this make any sense?

No, it's not about health or safety it's about seizing power and overlording and, in the process, destroying anything and everything that has to do with God.  

Didn't see that coming did ya? 

But it is the underlying truth here. Even as Christianity has been under attack from all sides, including within for centuries, it has never been quite this bad. A pretty clear tell for me. How much worse will it get before it gets better is the big question.

I told my niece that it is my opinion that when the system has been completely given over to the godless, we no longer can use the system to fight the war with dark principalities. In other critical eras we used human work arounds - like Corrie Ten boom saving hundreds of Jews by hiding in plain sight. But this is different - a different time and crisis. This time we need to step up to another way.

The day does come when we have to measure up to another level. We have to fortify our faith and trust so that we are fine-tuned to the still small voice because sometimes we are called to stand even when it might mean discomfort and loss. Case in point - the recent murders of the Afghan Christians by the now empowered godless Taliban. 

This time I suspect we will be prompted to do things we never imagined we would or could, which comforts me in a strange way. It causes me to consider that perhaps we were born for this, and if so, how can we not step up?

Centuries of speculation and debate about what The Mark of Revelation 17 would be has fogged over our spiritual discernment. We don't have to know what it is. We have to be able to trust that God will prompt us and then we have to be ready to respond.

I do believe this time we have to just say no to the world even though we must live here, we are not of here. Going along to get along isn't going to save us this time.

My spiritual instincts assure me that miracles do happen and those who hide in the light of Christ aren't always protected from worldly assault or difficulty but are fortified to face, with super natural strength, whatever the world throws at us. 

For Him,

Meema

How to tell the difference between righteousness and self-righteousness:

Those who are righteous hold to values from a Higher Source but do not demand that others bow to them. Those who are Self-righteousness judge and condemn anyone who does not hold to their values.   ~ Unknown