Defeating Child Sexual Abuse: Shifting to Prevention 

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1. We must clearly express unified societal contempt for those who commit csa, or contemplate it. Every decent society includes families with children. If you commit these abhorrent crimes, if you harbour these sick thoughts, there is no place for you in decent society. No coverups. No apologies. No rationalising.

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   1. Thank you Really. I use too many words to explain myself sometimes, but what you say is very clear.

      In trying to channel my words into something more clear and concise, I say “If I don’t/can’t/won’t stand for a child, then quite possibly I don’t stand for much”. And might the child be the truth we say we all clamoring for?

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2. This a wonderful and practical article that I hope will be read, shared and posted widely.

   Supporting survivors in their healing is absolutely necessary, and holding abusers accountable is important – but PREVENTION is crucial if we really are committed to addressing the scourge of sexual abuse in our churches, organizations, societies.

   So many people still shrug their shoulders resignedly and say, “But abuse happens everywhere. What can we do?” And prevention in other domains often isn’t considered very exciting, nor much recognized or applauded (occupational health, public health, environmental regulations, early warning systems, etc.) It can be easy to ignore or postpone opportunities to AVOID harm, rather than waiting for harm to happen and then trying to clean up afterwards.

   As this article says, there are prevention methods that aren’t just hopeful suggestions – these methods have been shown to work. It’s up to us to apply them.

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   1. Observer; do you ever think that those that are shrugging their shoulders, throwing up their hands and saying “What can we do?”….do you think they could ever be numbered….maybe weighed in the balances and found wanting? Because it seems a heavy weight on their shoulders, the weight of doing nothing.

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      1. @Mark S, yes, I agree that the harm of doing nothing is somewhat quantifiable. That is, the consequences of doing nothing could be numbered, for example, in additional cases of abuse that happen because prevention measures aren’t put in place, and abusers aren’t stopped early on.

         This isn’t quite what you were suggesting, I don’t think, but maybe it’s related. “Weighed in the balances and found wanting” brings to mind more what God said through the hand that wrote on the wall to King Belshazzar in Daniel 5. Or in various religions, beliefs about the weighing of the soul or heart after death, as a form of divine judgment.

         And “the weight of doing nothing” about child sexual abuse surely must be a psychological and spiritual burden to those who either refuse to do anything effective, or feel they can’t do anything because of fear of the church’s power structure.

         This essay from Jon McLernon refers to “the coward’s escape hatch”: https://jonathanmclernon.substack.com/p/this-happens-everywhere-the-cowards

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         1. One thing that burnt me to my core is when my estranged ‘truther’ sister went on a 2×2 discussion website and blasted that female worker who was raped by Leslie White and the female worker was so brave to come forward and my sister (who drinks wine, goes to movies, has TV and allowed her children to go see every Harry Potter ‘witchcraft’ movie the minute it came out in theaters) – called that female worker a liar and a troublemaker, etc. It was so very sad.

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3. Titanica is rising from the depths and singing a new song. Only Titanica can sing this song, this new song. Rising on eagles wings from the depths where for centuries they had been trapped and cast with the miller’s stone into the depth of the sea. Those that said they were making the bread for the people in the mill found a better use for their miller’s stone, saying that it was meant by their god to drown descent against ‘their duty’ into the depths of the sea. They sunk what they said was sinkable, the sinking sanctioned they said by God himself.

   As I descend into the depths to the sea floor, the voices rise in harmony from the depths bringing artifacts of the sinking to the surface with them. And they are rising rising, as eagles…surveying the carcasses below. The carcasses below that said to the people, we be the Christ.

   But the ‘churches’ that said they had the only pipeline of power from God, the churches that preached the dinosaurs were a hoax…for some reason the pedodactyles in the churches still fly over the heads of the people, giving wings by their prophets and teachers.

   As these children’s voices rise from the depths, and in no uncertain terms (if one happens to be watching and not hiding under their bible), the decibel rating of this new song is getting louder. But there is a din of arguing that is trying to drown out the children’s singing, but it will not be successful.

   For you see, there is a family spat between Beauty and the Beast, the two that for centuries have been intimate lovers, sharing Beauty’s bed, both wearing straight jackets in public with hands tied behind each other’s back and showering kisses on each other…they are now having marital difficulties. They now hate each other. They are accusing each other of the other one being the unfaithful one.

   I have a message for the eunuchs. Not all the eunuchs can or will hear this message, because many of the eunuchs are only self-declared and not true eunuchs. It may have seemed like it was rock-n-roll with the safety patrol in Beauty’s bed…but Beauty’s bed is beginning to shake loose. Too many years of rockin’ and rolling has rattled the four poster with canopy beyond repair, and the legs are coming off. And the feathers and dollars are spilling out of her mattress.

   The message is to the true eunuchs. Read the writing on the caves walls…and your smart phones. I am with the true eunuchs and I agree; dinosaurs can’t read. But a while ago I got to thinking, why can the dinosaurs spit verses? And did they get the two words mixed up? The two words impotent and important. Was there a dialect problem, or just a little roll of the tongue?

   To the eunuchs that care. Stop spitting your verses as the pedodactyles fly over even your heads. Get busy and distance yourself from Beauty’s bed. Because Beauty is starting to get slapped, on one cheek then the other. The Beauty, the lady that insisted her name was Grace, evidently loved the thunder and lightning from the platform, and loved the thunder under the covers. The Beast now hates her with a passionate hate. Eunuchs! Start crawling out from under your stack of bibles, or at least lift one of the edges and take a peak…and listen to the voices, the voices of the children that are rising on eagles wings, raising their voices in song, a new song you and I will never learn; can never learn, and can never sing. It is their song. Their song of deliverance from the depths where they were cast for millennia, tied to the miller’s stone by the eunuchs, with a helping hand of the people.

   Come out of your tents you eunuchs, and listen for the harmony. And now observe the finger that is wagging. The finger that has wagged for centuries…but we…you and me, did not see it. But some of the conductors in the churches of the eunuchs, are still having faith in their lecterns, waving their arms in earnest for the people to sing louder, and drown out this singing from the other side of the canvas. The canvas they painted their stars in the night sky on, and brushed off the pixels of light that they say detracted from their pixels of light…the stars they painted there. Linda Ortega may have had it right; there ain’t no stars in faded Gloryville.

   Eunuchs! Listen! Listen to the voices! Watch your screens! Titanica rises, though the ‘church’ said that that is where Titanica made her bed on the sea floor. Lend a hand eunuchs to the children, or forever take your place with Titanic, the greatest of all time, that you all said that even God could would not sink. Maybe the engineers of your Titanic of churches made a miscalculation.

   Eunuchs! Check your pulses. Because the children that rise do not need any portion of your kings meat to feed them and give them strength. They rise, despite what your prince of the eunuchs thought the children should eat. Eunuchs! You were called to be fishers of men, but why on God’s green earth, that is turning browner by the day in rapid fashion, why on earth did you then get to thinking that you needed to take the little fishes that the Master set out for you, why did you think you needed to take the little fishes and first slap the people with them up long-side the head, then ask them to turn their cheek so you could slap the other cheek with them? Why? Then you said, ‘let’s bow our heads and give thanks to God!’

   Then you had the audacity to call yourselves Truth. Blows my mind…now. Because I too found Beauty’s bed comfortable for 55 years. But then the feathers and dollars spilling out of the mattress to me was a bad omen. And the children’s voices rising in song, getting stronger and louder as the days passed concerned me greatly and burdened my heart. Burdened my heart that I had been complicit to those with the pretense of grinding wheat and baking bread for the people, and basically convincing me their millstone was the greatest of all time. Acronym for greatest of all time? GOAT. Eunuchs! Chew on that piece of meat if you will, because that lamb you said was unblemished just may have been sacrificed to idols.

   Take if for what you will eunuchs. I may not know what I am talking about. But the sabre toothed tiger continues to jump up and down wanting to take people’s hands. And the people reach down and lend their hand to the kitty. Someone has their eye on the kitty. And the lady that called herself Grace, the one that said to each eunuch that they were her only lover…may have been BS’ing that she had a string of laundromats in heaven. It may have been just a hoax.

   Hope everyone had a beautiful Sunday yesterday. Not that it matters, but I didn’t get my chin off the floor in misery from before the sun came up…until it started to go down. Why I cannot just say to hell with the eunuchs and just bury them out of my mind into the depths of the sea, I do not know. I suppose it is not my place.

   But one thing I am thankful. And that is that dinosaurs don’t read. Oh Dino Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling.

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   1. I’m sorry that I don’t have time to read your entire posts but I know you seem like you care. I was raised in the truth. I was molested at age 11 by my neighbor’s father (I babysat her kids) and it was soon after her father had had a stroke but he seemed to still have enough sense to be sneaky about how he did it without saying much. My mom was always sick and my dad was hard-working and since I didn’t even realize what had just happened, I stayed silent. But as I got older, the rage inside of me grew and grew. I’m in my early 60’s and I still cannot stand to be talked down to, or controlled. I told mom years later and she was upset but since it had happened to her too, she wasn’t ‘that’ devastated and just said ‘it happens more than people think.’ So I feel a kinship with all the ones who have had to suffer in silence, which is the worst. You want to yell it to the world but as you get older, you realize that you’re not special; it happens all the time to millions, which makes it even worse. You want sympathy, LOADS of sympathy that never comes. And that fuels your anger even more so you numb it up with alcohol or medications (my mom took a pill for every ill, prescribed by several doctors) – and deal with life as it comes.

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      1. No worries about being busy and not reading my diatribe amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42. I do not expect busy people to read it. But I did think there could be one that was not too terribly busy to read my mash of hieroglyphics and scratch their head a bit. Not that I want people to think my way. I am trying to get over that nonsense. I know anyone that is looking for the truth of what is going on surely does not need my help. The foolishness must roll out of me for a reason; maybe so that people would do their own thinking and find their own way.

         But I think there must be at least one more in the tribe of William that is peaking out from under their bibles and questioning what is going on. Questioning whether hiding under their bibles is a safe place to be to protect them from the wrath that is coming their way. The wrath of the ‘outside’ world that they are wonting to overcome. They want to overcome the wrath so they can endure to the end. Ya, really, why should I care? Why should I care that they have been given about 29 months to let down the walls on their tents and observe what the wrath might mean? I know they are tired of the sorrow they feel, the pain they are enduring, being inflicted on them. But they stand up strong, and take another and another and another hit on the chin for the team. Team The Way. Team The Truth. And since they say that their truth and way will prevail, they are more than willing to fight back against this wrath that is coming their way.

         Ya. Why the flip do I care? It is making me sick to care. Honestly, making me sick. I suppose I should just find some meds in the bible somewhere and take them. Take the meds and go to bed and cover my head with the bible. Put my bible over my head and block out the din of all those ‘others’ that are doomed. ‘Together’ they say, “we will put on the armor of our church, and use our shields of faith to deflect this wrath coming our way, and the fiery darts are just sour grapes.’

         Or maybe I should just go back to meeting and have the workers teach me again, teach me again of their wonderful love, and how to love what they love and hate what they hate…and of how not to care about certain things. Let them be my fixer. Let them be my guardian of truth. Let them tell me who should be taxed and who should not be taxed. Let them tell me who is in the dossier of the archives and who is not. Let them feed me the truth that they have gleaned at the mill.

         But a lie told often enough in a man’s or woman’s head becomes truth to them. And the workers just need to keep on saying for another 13 months that the people just need to keep deflecting this wrath that is coming out of the woodwork from all angles, towards them. Bully for them, and bully for the armor of their church. Their church.

         Ya. Why should I care? But maybe, just maybe I cannot just flip a switch and discard my brothers with a flip of that switch so easy. If they want to discard me, I am fine with that. I would be like a new piece of cloth in their old garment, and it is written somewhere that does not work out so well.

         But here is the thing I see. I see the wrath coming from the children’s corner. And if that does not make the adults in the ‘church’ to shiite, nothing will get their bowels moving. When I left my elder’s place for the last time, he said I was ‘bunged up’. But no worries. If the ‘church’ just clenches for 13 more months, I am sure the feeling will pass.

         And just in case the workers did not notice, there are some pretty high profile people ‘out in the world’ they speak of that are in the children’s corner. Then I see another set of high profile people in the world that want to herd the eunuchs and the sabre toothed tiger into another corner. And I am having some misgivings that the tent of the eunuchs may not be the circle of light they said it was…the most amazing tent with no corners. But what do I know? And why should I care? But the numbers I see are rising; those willing to take a bullet for caring.

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         1. Mark S, I read your first reply to my post – all of it and it was inspiring. I had to look up the meaning of diatribe and that is not what your posts are. You’re trying to help us all. Please never give that up. xo

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            1. Thank you amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42 – all you people that are offering your input reflecting the worth of protecting a child, are an encouragement to me. Everyone needs encouragement, some less than others. And there are others that need not much encouragement in life.

               It does me good to understand that people are also fighting to find the honesty in their own heart, and let it ‘out’ in a sense. Let the honesty, or truth of our own heart come out. We cannot fix what we are not willing to put on the table.

               I for years said that truth was a statement. Could it be, that the seed of truth is a question? And it is not just one seed in our lives, it is many. And others that we pass in life are the sowers that sow these seeds.

               And is there any sower on the earth that is any more honest than a child? And with every question in life, does it not encourage us to dig?

               But here is the interesting part to me. One of many interesting parts. The eunuchs of the earth that thought they were special, for some reason became afraid of the children’s word. A child’s word! For good measure, well pressed down and running over, I will repeat… they became afraid of a child’s word. How can this really be?

               I know I should not center anyone out, but maybe I will center out a worker that has had difficulty in coming to terms with the honesty and integrity of a child…saying the children can not be trusted. This certain worker stood up at convention recently and talked so importantly (evidently self importance) about digging for the pearl of great price. I do kind of question what she knows about digging…as it seems she is trotting herself around the round tent, flipping her skirts as if to say, “Catch me if you can!”

               Maybe she will find a corner for herself in the round tent? Who knows?

               I do wonder if there is a limit to how much a person can take in life of being some kind of chief in a church. Because it seems certain to me that their eyelashes continue to grow the longer they remain chief. For what it is worth to the religious people; remember back to someone that was given three and a half years, or 42 months and then he had to go. Could it be, any longer than that in a man or woman’s life, and they start getting to think they need to feed the children’s bread to the dogs.

               Take it for what it is worth. But it appears evident to me, that pearl to me that I have dug up, doesn’t seem to be worth diddly to the eunuchs. Both the Alpha and the Omega eunuchs. Can someone answer this question? Why are the Alpha and the Omega eunuchs not in fellowship together? And why do they not see eye-to-eye? It seems strange to me, because it seems to me they agree on one thing. That one thing being, do not trust a child. They both fear a child’s word for some reason. Could it be that any more than 3-1/2 years if one is in a state of denial, that that individual will go bonkers in the head, just loading more denial upon denial, with the original denial getting buried deeper and deeper.

               Workers and elders. Unload the denial and set yourself free. When the church spoke of self-denial, the people had the option of taking it one of two ways. Where two ways met, they took the way of the eunuchs. Since they did not set themselves free, how in Sam’s Hill did they think they were going to set anyone else free? That is my question.

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      2. @amphisbaena, thank you for posting, and I don’t have adequate words to respond to you but I want to make some response. It is appalling what happened to you, to your mom, and to so many other children around the world. It’s appalling both that it happened in the first place, and that since then, there has been no real acknowledgment of the enormous damage done and the need for help in healing. OF COURSE rage is a normal consequence, and OF COURSE you and all survivors deserve loads of sympathy. You also deserve understanding, support, help for healing in healthy ways (rather than self-medication to try to numb or escape the pain, like you say with pills or alcohol or other substances, or damaging habits, as so many do).

         Any survivors who have a connection with this church might want to consider getting in touch with the team at Pathways 2 Healing Network https://www.pathways2healing.org/

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         1. Thank you; I appreciate your response and the link.

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      3. I apologize amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42 – I got so wrapped up in my fire and brimstone speech to the kings that I overlooked my opportunity to say in simple words that I hear you, and I believe you. I suppose it is one thing to go to bat for the forsaken ones, but another to provide them the words and means whereby they can rise above what holds them down and become whole again.

         So Observer, I thank you. Please stick around. I no doubt will need your help. I have been known to dig holes for myself. And always find something interesting in the hole that I can make use of.

         Not sure why the workers are chucking all those pearls, but whatever.

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4. And now my weak attempt at being some assistance to those that have been sexually abused by authoritative figures in the church. And I do realize, that any authoritative figure that was not a sexual abuser but covered up one and told you to shut up and die, and had the authority to open the gates of hell for you…those authoritative figures just sanctioned and added to your abuse.

   To those now being provided a voice, to those that are feeling the effects of many people in or out that are trying to bring you healing. The people that listened to the revelation and said, ‘Give me strength not to pass on the other side’. The people that said, if it takes being different to make a difference for the next generation of offspring, then we will be willing to do that.

   So here goes. I am no authority on this subject, but have had some experience on this aspect so I do not think I am totally blowing smoke. If what you have experienced in life has caused you nightmares, these thoughts and questions are for you. And when I say nightmares, yes I mean the nightmare, the cloud that you carry throughout your days with you and maybe feel you are destined to be saddled to that horse all your life…but more specifically the nightmares that come in the middle of the night sky. Once again, I am no authority…but I am a wee bit experienced at being saddled to that mare. Some agency of dark intelligence insisted I needed to be saddled to that horse again last night.

   When I speak of agency, I mean that there are agencies (with spiritual power) of dark intelligence, and there are agencies (with spiritual power) or light intelligence; light being good. Both those agencies are intelligent. Intelligence is not something you can see, but something you can see the effects of. These agencies are the spirits, the spirits that paint pictures in our minds. These agencies pick up on some dark intelligence in someone that wants to bring another down because of a secret they do not want shared. That agency of dark intelligence will bind you up in your nightmares showing you that you also are a failure in some way, and frighten you into silence. The agency of dark intelligence blows your failures up into magnificent proportions. That agency of dark intelligence says, come along and be a ride with me, it will be the better way for you. A safe way. Let’s be partners in arms with our secrets.

   I am in no way saying the church as a whole, or the church en mass is an agency of dark intelligence. There has been a lot of light intelligence in it in my estimation. But for some reason, the horses of dark intelligence were allowed to get out front.

   There was a man one time as I read about, many years ago now, that said to the dark horse of dark intelligence, go on with you and get behind me. He said in a mix of words, “I am not going to hitch my wagon to your pony. I think that pony of yours that you call a stallion is just a night mare”.

   I apologize to the church if in any way I have bruised their ego with the writing on this page.

   But to those that sent a message in the night sky last night to frighten me into holding my peace/piece or they would put my failures onto the tables of communion within the church or abroad, I have a question for them. Why get uppity and anxious now? You have been whinnying around the tables and across the phone lines and sharing those type of sacraments with others for years now. Why the urgency now to deflect even harder from your own story? What do you want? To deflect people from that story for another thousand years? What exactly is the legacy and inheritance you want to pass to the next generation? Because sure as the sparks fly upwards, man is born to pass his legacy and his estate onto the next generation.

   To the abused, take heart and be courageous. The light intelligence showed me the rider is coming. Some of the young horses are spooked. And some of the older horses are coming out of the dark bush.

   As the workers have spoken for years, life is short…and eternity is a long time. Somewhere more than a thousand years. A long time to have our wagons hitched to a horse of dark intelligence, riding along singing a cowboy song. I detect that horse is in war mode. Buckle up in your wagons.

   Come on workers. Lighten up… maybe? And listen to the victims maybe? They just might have a pearl for you that you can make use of. And since there are a lot of people hitching their wagons to your pony, you might want to look in the mouth of that gift horse. The question is: just how many teeth are left in his mouth? But I suppose, some crackerjack vet could come along and implant some falsies. But also maybe question what happened to the bit. The bit that in the past had kept the gift horse somewhat from running amuck.

   I get this picture in my head, and I do not know whether to laugh or cry. I may balance those two emotions out a bit. The picture is, the bride with her face all made up and in white wedding dress, sitting alone up on the seat of the coach, holding the reigns for all she is worth yanking this way and that, panicking that she will be late, wondering whatever got into this horse that had always been so obedient to her reigns before. Hope the wheels on her coach can handle all this sashaying. All she needs now is her veil or train to get caught in one of the wheels. And will she show up looking all disheveled? Somebody will be sure to think she had a bad hair day. Oh well. Some days are like that. As she shouts into the wind, “Please Lord not today! Please Lord not today! Please Lord not today! I shant be late for a very important date”.

   My question is, is it a wedding in search of a bride, or a bride in search of a wedding? Maybe ask your coach. And maybe, just maybe we need to chose our coach wisely? So many coaches to chose from. Why some of the brides are having their faith in stage coaches, I do not know. The answer I suppose is blowing hard into the wind.

   Y’all have a great day tomorrow, and a great meeting. And say a prayer for me. Only if you want to though. Only if you are not afraid to. Seven Spanish Angels, please, if you will. Willie and Ray! Listening? Sing with me now! If one of you is talented on the keys, then you can play the piano for us also. Otherwise, I know someone that is master of the keys. He might help us. And I do think he has witnessed the effects of dark intelligence with his own eyes. The dark intelligence with enticing and convincing words, the words that somehow by-and-by turned from the alter of the sun. For some reason they wanted to defeat those that wanted to defeat child sexual abuse. They wanted to be overcomers in their own right.

   It is hard not to feel defeated sometimes. Like about where I stand right now. But maybe, just maybe the smoke will clear again tomorrow. This might be my last stand, my last battle. But for the children’s sake, I need to make the best of it. I am just not prepared to go back to the dormitory alive. The dormitory run by the nones, doing the ‘church’s’ bidding.

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5. Aww yes. I see the knives in the church are out. Well, not really ‘out’, but rather hidden slightly in the loops of the carpet.

   To those holding the knives, there is hope for you. The hope for you would be for you to look at the big screen of the world right now. Because there might be a message on that screen for you. Might there be a profound reflection there…a reflection beckoning to truly give yourself to truth.

   But nevertheless, the dark horse of dark intelligence that has also infiltrated the church is getting more power in his legs, and he is growing more teeth. As I looked in his mouth, I noticed the bit was gone. Or maybe, just maybe the bit was never there.

   Rise children rise! Victims, come from the depths of your despair. There is healing for your wings.

   And those that in some way want to cover something for sake of some organization, agency or self. I do not know how this is going to shake out, but I am confident the heavy lid will come off (or is coming off) the stew pot somehow. And there will be surprises when there are just some burnt offerings on the bottom, and the people will go hungry.

   Victims rise, though you were martyred on the alter of half burnt offerings, this is your moment. Rise and sing with us!

   Once again. To those that martyred another, turn from your tables of communion that you whinnied around for so many years, sharing the sacraments of someone else’s failure to hide your own. Turn, there is hope. But make it snappy. Because the icebergs are growing in the night.

   As someone sang one time, ‘sorry seems the hardest word’. So many other words flow from the lecterns. The rivers flow tainted now. And those that throw in some of their meal to clean the waters are making it worse for the people.

   Hop to it folks. There is work to do. Just do not ask Dodge how to fix your driveline.

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6. Gee Mark, don’t you think those outbursts are not a bit crazy and irrational and uncalled for?
   Yes, I do Mark.
   But you know Mark, it is almost as crazy and irrational and uncalled for in the ministry having more power (thought process) now than they ever did before to skirt the law and thumb their noses at children’s welfare in the church. What script do they seem to be following? Why do they push back against the welfare checks on the children’s safety?
   Dunno Mark.
   I wonder Mark if there is something in the new law that says not to pay any heed to the old, and something in the old that says to pay no heed to the new? Gotta think man that is win-win Mark!
   I might be fooling with you all folks. But my belief is the dark horse means business.
   Always good to turn to the football game instead on the big screen though I suppose. And I know you over seers are looking at this stuff or being counselled by your followers. Followers of Christ so-to-speak. Otherwise, why would you be counselling others to not listen to the sour grapes? The sour grapes that fell from the cluster.
   Ray! Come and see me and we can have a visit. We can talk about life for a while.
   Is this a joke Ray? Truthfully…no! Though you may not like no for an answer. I do think I am a reasonable human being. And maybe, just maybe not as crazy as I seem, and as I write. My ex-wife told me my problem (one of numerous) was that ‘I lived and let live’. But maybe we could talk about letting the children live. Because the horse bridles have been well soaked, but I did not realize until some ladies pointed it out to me in March 2023. Ray! You with me, or you with Billy Joe Jim Bob? Billy Joe Jim Bob is my new name for the horse with no name, running lickety-spit across the desert…praying to God that no one would give him no pain. Ray! I mean it. Time has a way of running out for all of us. And if we are proud when we go, it does not matter about all the humble days to our credit. You must be thinking something odd is going on around here. Ray, give Wayne a call and he will know how to arrange a discussion with me. It will not be the fellowship you have grown to cherish, but remember…I think I am a reasonable man. At least I think now I am. Because before, even God could not reason with me. And I have changed my view somewhat on who was God in the family.
   Ray. If you come and see me with Wayne, and if we go for lunch, I may order a glass of beer. Is that okay? Call me crazy Ray, but don’t call me maybe! Because it is in your power to make it right to the people. One third of them I am confident you will never make it right to/with. You will never please them. It is what it is like my dad used to say. They will insist on hitching their wagon to the horse of dark intelligence. Like a past girlfriend of mine that taught me how not to be a hypocrite…she often said when someone was not paying attention, “Not much you can do”.
   Ray. I am not dangerous, so do not worry. I have not had power, and power is the genesis of danger. Pay attention please in thinking you are above and beyond the law now more than ever because some rain shower is past and your smock is dried out. Don’t take everything literal in the mark of your choosing. But prophecy can be a bugger. And the dark horse seems to be galloping like it is not true. But famine is kind to no one.

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7. Welllll…..that was a miserable night.

   I got on a wrong road last night as I wandered the galaxies. It took me up a grade and at the end of the road was a house and the end of the road was the drive into that house. A woman who is nameless, with hair done up and glasses was outside her door when I drove in. She seemed to live alone. She smiled and walked into her house and shut the door. As she was closing her drapes I saw she was still smiling.

   I then proceeded back to try to find my way back to the right road, but all there were was steps available, many many steps down, bump bump bump in my vehicle. At the bottom of the staircase, I needed to walk through a patch of stinging nettles.

   I will not tell you the next vision. That is for whatever two brothers they were to figure that one out and go off and deal with whatever they need to deal with.

   But then I was shown how I had consumed a whole loaf of bread that been freely given from somewhere, or someone that did not appear…I consumed mostly the whole loaf, then a man came along looking for the bread he knew he would find there, but there was nothing but one little crust and some crumbs there. He looked at me with a sad look. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed that my greed of having it all for myself had overcome me.

   Going back to the vision of the steps down, there is no doubt the woman at the top of that hill I saw will have the means of giving me grief as I descend that hill and walk through the patch of nettles. But the question is, maybe, just maybe I have bumped down these steps before and walked through the patch of nettles before. There is likely no doubt a second one coming, but nothing like having some experience.

   But here is the thing. I would have never believed until last night, the root of the problem in the church actually could be a woman. What does she think, if that is the case? Does she sit some kind of queen?

   But then came encouragement. From the great white north came RL and gave me a hug. I know RL, though I have not seen her for 40 years or so, that she has given her life, and put your effort to protecting the children, and being an advocate for them and their mothers. A job I knew I was not cut out for.

   This is the price for starting to ask in my heart about 6 or 7 years ago, please just show me truth, whatever the costs to my beliefs. Then armed with what I learned in those preceding years, I then was asked to stand for the children come March 2023. Truth can be bloody ugly at times. And there is no flipping way in hades that it will not leave scars.

   I have wounded others and have taken their bread through life. But something I think saved me from desiring to drive over the children with my religious Humvee. I parked that puppy. The parking meter was winding down, and I did not have a spiritual nickel to my name to recharge it.

   Life can be a battle, make the best of it. But if life in general has been a peach for you, you may be called upon to put on some fatigues. Then you can decide if you are a conscientious objector or not. Or one that finds it easier to turn your double barrel religious shotguns at the children. You can look at truth prevailing as a good thing or a bad one. You might need to walk through the nettles first before you get any vision of the good in it though. If something does not really smell fully of truth and compassion, then likely there is something foul about it.

   And if the workers care, I care. But the one smilin’ with her hair all in a knot on the top of the hill? She needs to do what she needs to do. While there is still a bit more time on her meter.

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8. Oh groaners! The dreamer is asked to speak again.

   Oh, if only Mark would stop his drama so that we can all go back to our snoozing. We have been witness to this movie before; the curtain always came down on the movie before, after a little while and we all went home. It was just a bunch of actors on the big screen, it was not real. Felt kinda real for a while there, but we know it is just acting and nobody really got hurt and nobody really died.

   I would like to give out a hymn this morning. Wellll, I know….not really a hymn you might say. If you google Disturbed Sounds of Silence. Put the volume wherever you might like. But to me, a song called Sounds of Silence needs to have the volume cranked. Just my belief. But what do I know? And I am with all my ex-brothers and ex-sisters in that…what do I know?

   I know most of you folks in the church look at your screens. You know, to check things like your stocks and the football games. Stuff like that. It would be interesting for a worker to stand on the platform and rhyme off a list of things one by one and ask for a show of hands on how many people look at this or look at that. Comedy would be a good thing to ask right now. Comedy often helps to explain what is unexplainable, so wonder if there would be a good show of hands on that right now? So many questions could be asked. But questions from the platform are few and far between. Usually when a question is asked, the answer is quickly given.

   Before I segway into more of my nonsense, I will mention this.

   Back about mid 2023, I phoned someone I trusted and that knew well in the church about what had been revealed and a certain situation of grief was discussed. I trust that brother; always did, and I do still. He has known some depths of hell in his earlier life and take from that that it sharpened his vision. That brother mentioned that that certain situation that we talked about was not handled very well.

   But it seems to me the ‘church’ has decided to continue to handle these situations in exactly the same way over two years later. Not sure what this sort of thing is called on the spectrum of policy. A spectrum meaning everything from A to Z in a certain subject or concept. Often spectrums go off to infinity in either direction. So the one end of the spectrum on policy might be anti-policy. The other end of the spectrum meaning I suppose so much policy that it would sink a battleship. Interesting to me that the administration of the church did not want their battleship sunk, so they selected the anti-policy route. Sometimes in life I think, we look an extreme and say ‘I am not going there’. So what do people sometimes do? They select the opposite extreme. It is what it is.

   And another question I have this morning is, why do the leaders pout? Is this the sign of a leader? And the followers rub the leaders back and say comforting words like, “don’t you worry, daddy may bring you a rocking horse.” And “I broke the looking glass for you”.

   Does anyone else hate it when you are in the fruit isle at the grocery store and someone you notice is squeezing all the fruit? Absolutely hate it. ‘Just grab some of what you are after lady and don’t be like that’. But I have come to see the spiritual world a little different now. Just give it a squeeze and you will see if it is ripe or not.

   How many workers are having a little niggly voice within, asking them to stand up? No longer to sit in their cinema seats, but to stand up. I would not venture a guess on this number, but I would venture a guess that there are a third of the workers overall wanting to sing out the battle cry of the battleship. Or whatever that song is about the battle cry of something or other.

   Here is my dream. Take it for what you will. Mark the dreamer. Please don’t force me into a corner in my rocking chair with my teddy bear and tell me to go have a good pout about being a dreamer.

   I was driving with a friend and I looked up suddenly and noticed I had just driven through a green light. That is right… green light. And my friend and I looked at each other and said, oh oh, wasn’t supposed to go through that green light.

   Anyway, venturing through the green light like I was not supposed to apparently, we entered about 6 lanes of road. There were lines dividing the lanes, but there was no indication it was anything but a one way freeway. There were no other cars on the road, I had it all to myself (with my friend as the passenger). It seems like I was not too worried about how many lanes I took up.

   The road curved around and then there was a grade up and then I saw high concrete walls on either side. I realized I was on camera and I would be observed for being on the wrong road at the wrong time. As I crested a knoll, I noticed the road went downward to a very large tunnel. Then all of a sudden, a door on the tunnel entrance went down quite quickly.

   Hard to explain it in detail, but I will leave it to everyone to decide to discard it as heresy of a dreamer, or otherwise what it means. Does it mean only the church, or the globe as a whole? And if it means the globe as a whole, then the church I believe is not exempt the ride. Unless of course they think they are on Mars or Venus. In that case, all will be well.

   Oh the red lights of the church organizations. In South Africa, the traffic lights they call them robots. And yes, now the rise of humanoid robots. And what is a humanoid robot? They can go through all the motions with dexterity, they have intelligence…but they lack a soul and a brain that feels emotion. Why did man have to invent such a thing? One of his witty inventions. Or am I wrong, and the humanoid robots have always been with us?

   Golly, the things I saw on Mulberry Street. The stories grow, one way or the other.

   One never knows the timeframe of a dream. Yesterday, today, tomorrow or someday. But I would estimate, this is not something we can anticipate that we can leave it all to the next generation to deal with. The day the father’s hearts are turned to the children. Have we arrived, much to the chagrin of some? That journey starts with our own children, then branches out. That is if the fathers let it branch.

   Kinda interesting isn’t it, about that verse in the bible that says “Think once, yea twice, yea three times and four…and more if you need, about being on the wrong side of history“. What does that scripture mean? What for heaven’s sake is the wrong side of history? But who knows? Maybe man has figured out how to back up the history books. Hello Newton, my old friend. Here is the question. Is a prophet someone with divine insight, or could they be one that just read the history books and said “For sure! This will happen again. I just don’t know when.” And “goodness knows who the actors will be at that time.” It is left up to the people at the time to understand what a fig tree looks like.

   Ray. Come and see me. We can talk about history too. And how it is being written in this digital age. And I got to thinking that maybe you should ask the still small voice within which Wayne I meant in a previous writing. So many Wayne’s to choose from. Just try not to just pat that small voice on the head and consider it some kind of servant to you. And don’t worry Ray about the camera part of my dream. Unless you are fearful of cameras or a little camera shy. By my estimation though, you are not camera shy.

   Ray and Wayne. Stop once, yea twice, yea three times on what you may be inclined to tell your followers on what is sacrilegious. If either of you think the children are less than a sacred gift if they are wanted, don’t bother with a visit. But I am confident though this is not your belief and neither of you are excited about flatteries and fibs at the same table.

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9. How did it come to this?

   Go in faith workers. Your faith will cloth and feed you. The homeless ministry – go in peace. Your faith will save you.

   Because I think I have consumed my last biscuit of faith on a fairytale ending. Not much I can do. Unless some raven comes along and gives me another biscuit.

   Reach out to Bridges and Balm or some other entity you trust if you want to be a help. Because the victim list may get heavy in an unexpected way. There will be a test coming to the people. The test will be, just how open ‘are’ their homes.

   I get it people. At least some of it. But when love floats out the window, a dose of reality and practicality eventually sets in. And when reality sets in, faith often becomes a victim.

   I will try to have an open home the best I can, with what means I have. But my home will not be open to hokey-pokey ideas of grandeur. And there might be an expectation to learn to feed yourself if you have not learned that. Or at least move my woodpile back and forth sixteen times in a day each day and I will feed you.

   This didn’t need to come to this. Or did it? I sense it did. When the leaven of a proud man or woman will not allow them to back down, and not allow them the simple whispered word ‘sorry’, it is a sad day. And the proud man or woman may be 95% right in his or her argument of why they are justified, but that other 5% can be a ripping bugger. They puff their chests as spiritual dysentery sets in. The calling ends up going down the toilet.

   I do believe there is a difference between judgement and a grudge. The ministry may do well to unload their grudge against the whole world. That seems to me like a heavy load of justification to bear, taking it from house to house looking to others that they may be will willing to hoist their own burden of your cause. I do not think the old proverb says, throw your cause on many waters and after many days it will return to you. But I do understand the saying, what goes around comes around.

   To me, many ‘spiritual’ leaders are doing the wrong thing with the roasting. Just the view from where I stand.

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10. Oh my! Why did that raven wake me early and bring me another biscuit? Sometimes I wish that a raven would just come along and pick my eyes out that I would not have to look and not have to see. A thousand new rocks to look under again this morning. Oh, that I would just get over it, and stick my nose into a book. Maybe a Harlequin Romance or something like that. Distract me so that I did not have to watch the movie real time on the big screen. Sometimes I think I am watching a soap opera, but maybe it is reality TV.

    Reminds me. Many years ago, when I did not know much about anything, especially myself, my wife and I were awakened by something fluttering and swooping in our bedroom. I turned the light on and there was a bat, likely having no clue it was terrorizing us. I jumped out of bed and turned on my best superman moves to bring that bat into some kind of submission. Anyway, I finally knocked it on the floor and then I thought I did not really want to pick it up and take it outside. So I looked about for something to put it in, and there lay a Harlequin book. I scooped it up and put it in the middle of the book and took it outside. I said to my wife that I thought I had finally come to find a good use for a Harlequin Romance. She forgave me for that.

    Moving on from that filler story about bats and books, and back to a rock I looked under [again] this morning. That rock sometimes I wish I was not so curious to look under. The rock of judgement. Why oh why do I judge in my misery to find some relief for the children? Because when I judge, I just bring more pain to myself? This makes no sense! No sense whatsoever! Am I cracked? Why would I do this to myself, when all it does is transports me back to yesterday when I lost my cool on a chap in the office that has a severe appetite for exalting himself above his teammates and thinks his teammates are just spectators of his greatness of carrying the ball all by himself and it will be he, and he alone that will quarterback his own touchdown.

    So the judgement comes back to me this morning. I approached it wrong, and I should not have lost my cool. True statement. I likely should have kindly suggested to the chap right then when he rose up from his seat and puffed himself to justify his bad behavior with his teammates that it was time for him to go and work at Walmart. But here is the thing. He is very intelligent, and his manager is torn about this. But the technical bucket can be full, but if the behavior bucket does not have much in it, the rest of the team looks at the management and says “why are they asleep?’

    So here goes life sometimes. That same chap was sat down just last week by two other senior people in the company and told to change his behavior or not bother coming back to work on Monday. This is when we make allowances for ill fitting behavior.

    And the children in the church still do not have a voice. And I judge that, but my whole life comes flooding back knowing time and time again that I too was fed crow for my ill fitting behavior toward others. What have I learned? That is the million dollar question. And am I still a little boy wearing big boy’s pants? I think the answer to that is, for whatever reason there is still a little boy in me…trying my hardest to convince my mom to buy the right size of pants for me.

    So here is another rock I looked under this morning. The Huffington Post article about gaslighting. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/6-gaslighting-phrases-people-say-to-manipulate-you-goog_l_689e1dade4b048e97f076d71

    So why do some workers still step up on the platform and say, “Yoohoo, look at me! Over here folks! Look this way! See me? See my light? I have something good to say! Listening? I want you to think this way!”

    And the judgement comes back and slaps me long-side the head. But one thing I think I am confident about is – no, don’t think my way – listen to your own little voice within you and figure it out. And I suggest though putting a cork into the big-man mouth within. Know where I learned this idea? From sitting in convention and gospel meeting for 55 years and hearing it from the platform. It was maybe framed in some different words, but whatever.

    Oh why did that raven think it needed to come and give me another biscuit this morning? Maybe because, there must be one more that thinks there is something in the Harlequin Romance that sounds fishy.

    Please church please. Please let me take the punishment, if you are all looking for someone to take the punishment…let me take the punishment and the socks on the chin for giving the child a voice. Please! If you feel you must. Let me take it, now that I am no longer in the mansion on the hill. And why is there a for sale sign on the manicured lawn at the bottom of the hill? Maybe the family is smaller now? And not such a grand house is needed? Are they selling out? Or maybe it is a campaign sign. They somewhat look the same. But what do I know about real estate and politics!?

    Please raven please…the people get annoyed when you bring me something. They do not want anything for themselves…thy just do not want me to get anything.

    And don’t think I don’t get it people! I have walked in those shoes before. I know what it feels like.

    There is help for all. And I mean all. But the first step is recognizing you need it and decide being the quarterback of your own touchdown might be what fairytales and romances are made of.

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11. The raven, out of character came before midnight and did not let me rest. He said I did not have my last sentence from this morning fully right. I suppose I was wanting to be generous.

    Try with all your might people to find a soft spot in your heart for the children. The children are waiting.

    Listen, observe, taste, feel. Look within and without.

    And in the uppermost basket there was of all manner of bakemeats for Pharaoh; and the birds did eat them out of the basket upon my head.

    I see this happening real time. The eagles are standing on the edge of the basket, not saying much but just enough pecking for some people to see and hear and prophecy for themselves. Shake yourself if you are given to sleep in the back of the ship. The trumpet does not make a good alarm clock.

    Try to put the puzzle together quickly for sake of the children. And don’t be fumbling and stewing about one piece, though I am confident that one piece is important. Oh yes…you can bet your bottom dollar we were not the only people on earth that were offered the opportunity of vision.

    For sake of the children, try not change the channel in the household and encourage shipwreck to come your way.

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12. I wanted to give the next page of this website of Wings for Truth enough time for their message to sink in to the people. And a couple days should be enough time in a person’s life for a message to sink in. I am not quite sure in my own life how I read the bible over and over and over and over and over and over again for 50 years and never got to grasp the message to the children…about the children. My memory must have been totally shot, and totally inadequate to not read the thing for two years and come to some kind of understanding of what was meant for me to pick up on. The harder you study the same book over and over and over again, the more interesting ‘gems’ a person can find to command a following and figure out a way to trample on this person or that, and this place or that. If ya ain’t got it in 42 months from the first revelation, then all the astrologers of religious enterprise ain’t going to be able to point out the city in the sky if they do not have a few tenets of geology, geography and weather pieced together.

    Would anyone like to sing with me this morning. If I may, I will select a hymn. It is called Redemption’s Song. And I suggest people put down their hymnbooks, because if you don’t know the sense of the words to it by now, get a thumb drive and stick it in your right ear so you can download the words and melody.

    And nah. I am not really interested in singing Retribution’s Song. That song I think will die on the vine. The vine where it grew, mixed in with the cluster.

    From a spiritual sense, I am no longer getting my head wrapped around designer dresses paired with free issue army boots with a splash of Eau de Toilette. Even though that fashion is stated there clearly as the noon day sun. Holy cow people! Peddle/evacuate quickly out from under the mushroom! Well maybe you don’t need to be too quick about it. You can afford to dilly-dally a bit. Just take your time. Time to pack a few mementos and your toothbrush. Saunter around a bit with hands in pockets, wistfully surveying all the beautiful things you made. A few clothes and your wedding album, pictures of the kids growing up, your wedding rings…and do not leave your dogs behind. Or your good friend’s dogs as the case may be…following me around the house and looking at me, one with head canted, the other with sad puppy dog eyes…wondering what I will think of next that they can be part of. They are both eight years old, but a puppy still resides in both of them. One just needs a scowl for correction, the other needs to be sat down and told to listen before she lets the light in.

    If only I could go back and make it right with Benji. I would make it up to him somehow. I would do things differently now…now that I have a bit of patience under my belt. The patience that seemed like it needed to be beaten in to me. And then the kids would not be upset when he ran away from home and never came back.

    Rehearse your life stories. Build on the good and take lessons from the bad. We can not do anything about our nonsense of the yesterdays and we don’t need to wallow in it. But we certainly can learn to write the best story possible in the last chapter. Rehearse and rehearse and rehearse and make the story of your life better before your final following that you all looked forward to and you all said you were preparing for…the following of your hearse. Make sure your friends are the kind of friends that turn the lights on for you. Did Dean Bruer have no friends? What’s with that? Or was no one ever able to sit his butt down and tell him to listen up? Just another holy cow the people made for themselves. A paper god! Full of avarice and cowardice. Some people’s memories are so so very very short. But maybe it will come back, because they have lost their grasp of one of the dog’s ears. Ouchy!

    Ray! If you come and see me with Wayne (which I encourage you to do), please be prepared for me to get some quick revelation. The one dog picks up in an instance what kind of spirit confronts me when I open the door. Then the other one will chime in when she gets the message. But please don’t be fearful, because I think more highly of you both. She will settle down in a minute or two. Then she will just bug you for some attention. Be patient while she tries to lift your hand with her eyes saying, “Yoohoo! Can’t you see me?…I am right here!” If you can’t meet her expectant stare, then she will just go away. A little disappointed mind you, but she will just go away. Johnny Lee’s song of Lookin’ for love in the wrong places comes to mind. Just lookin’ in faces and looking for spiritual traces. Just lookin’ for traces. The traces of love…and the traces of the ox that will shoulder the burden and pull without grumbling. A beast of burden and not some holy cow with bells on.

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13. Ray and Wayne. I don’t want you to worry about me, okay. I am just an unhinged individual that has lost his mind and wondering/wandering alone. So no worries whatsoever, okay! I will be fine. I will just be taken away eventually, by one thing or another. And I really don’t care about whether I am dumped into the bush somewhere to rot and the worms get fed for a year or so or somebody thinks I should have a beautifully crafted, polished to the nines coffin to put me in so I can go back to the dust in that. For some strange reason, I do not really care any more. I know religion wants me to care about these sorts of things, but I don’t any more.

    But in all my wanderings, like religion told me not to do…’don’t wander my friend and instead stay under our wing right here…this wing you see right here my friend…selah…I got to wondering one day why the mainstream media of mainstream religion said to themselves that they needed to keep their ‘spiritual’ lawyers and teachers and doctors and judges and such under a rock. And I do think it is a miracle that the children that were sexually abused were able to get most of themselves out from under that rock, and crawling away on hands and knees.

    For you see Wayne and Ray, somehow the media of mainstream religion said in the beginning, way back in the beginning mind you, you know that ‘way back’ I speak of, way back there you know (just picture me with my right arm, pointing back over my left shoulder) , that we, we, we will create a mainstream religion that will put our church on top of ‘the’ rock. You know, ‘the’ rock. And that ‘rock’ will be our foundation. And then, there was not place to store the trash and the archives, so we will dig a basement under the rock and pour a foundation and shore up that foundation with sand mixed with papyrus. And we will plant our tabernacle on this rock. Our tabernacle, and our tabernacle will bring the people ‘spiritual’ fortunes. And we will orate from this tabernacle of fortunes, and the worms will not get at our foundations.

    But then Peter Piper got to a place where no one was dancing in his marketplace any longer to his pied and pious piping. Peter Piper, poor Peter Piper…somebody grabbed his piccolo one day in the marketplace about 500 years ago and whacked him on his left ear. And snatched his piccolo.

    And Buddy took that piccolo with him and started to play his own tune. Same sorta sound, but he jazzed it down a bit. But Buddy kinda also liked the same kinda rock because that rock had endured 42 months (about 1260 years in laymen’s terms), so it musta been made of ‘good’ stuff. You know, that stuff that made a lot of great men. We want to make great men too thought Buddy. Buddy was not going to have anything to do with Peter Piper trampling on Jerusalem, no way Jose.

    Then by some miracle, Gutenburg came along with one of his witty inventions. And Buddy was off to the races, duplicating great men like a printing press, and driving his media into all corners of the earth. All is well for a long time, but the children driven in to the basement, now needing to climb out of the basement keep fleeing on hands and knees, most very likely just being scattered in the earth.

    And then by-and-by, like another miracle…or another of man’s witty inventions, along came the internet of things…the world wide web that would also put it’s traces throughout the whole earth and into all corners. A new type of media is born. And things on top of the rocks of mainstream religion started to vibrate with increasing frequency and amplitude. And in my estimation, just doing some quick math, this frequency and amplitude has reached a fevered and shaking and rocking pitch. The woofers are rocking the rock. And people are starting to vibrate off this rock, this rock that Peter Piper piped the lemmings up on to.

    And the whole religious world, making merchandize of people’s souls because the piper’s classed them as just lemmings, are still grappling with these few simple words. And we all like simple…so simple becomes our mantra. But simple could not get their heads wrapped around these words of a man that had a vision…the words being…’the Holy Spirit will lead you into all truth’, and then, ‘tonight the sheep will be scattered’. And Peter Piper said “Not so Lord, it shant be”. “I will take care of this…no worries Lord…calm yourself, I will take care of this”. :No need to sweat the small stuff Lord.”

    Now for sure Ray and Wayne. I could have everything backwards in my simple mind. But one thing to observe if you want to preserve your sanity. Take what the king of the ‘rock’ says and turn it around backwards. Start walking back the way you come from. A long journey…about 2025 years. But with the speed of light it does not take long. Find the real rock and fall on it. But here is the thing. It is not a big beautiful rock like Peter Piper said it was where there could be a good, righteous, beautiful, special, wonderful, and the most amazing hug-fest. That Rock is just made for you…and it is about the size of a child’s bed. Nothing a big man or woman could ever hide under.

    Ray and Wayne. Read this please. And do not let your followers make you fearful. Tell them to get behind you, and don’t let them lead the way out of this mess.

    Wayne and Ray. Please come and see me together. I am prepared to wash your feet in a spiritual sense. But you can decide if you want to be brothers in arms of your special rock and keep your army boots on and shake off my dust when you leave. And do not think I don’t have a little understanding of the matter. I too stood on that ‘special’ rock for a lot of years, waving the pious piper’s banner. The banner of trooth. The cock crows, and strangely enough, only the one willing to be humbled at his or her well meaning godly utterings of bravado understands what it means and accepts the sword piercing their soul also. You can decide to fall on the Rock…or choose to be ground to the dust of the earth…because there is bumping and grinding going on. Do not deny the maid or the butler the truth. Because the maid and the butler will understand it for themselves soon enough.

    I may be wrong Wayne and Ray. Oh so wrong. But ask yourselves what the scattered children feeling alone means. And read between the lines when you sing that hymn…’Alone with God, the world forsaken.’ I just can’t make this stuff up. This Mark might be cracked up, but for now, the Marque is still hanging on for dear leader’s life in people’s right hands and their forehead.

    And this is what I see, and it is for me alone. Nobody can get what I see because they have not my eyes. And this is not a boast, it is reality that only I know fully what is behind my eyes. But what I see is the sheep are scattered or are scattering out from under the dome, the dome of mainstream religious thought, some…only some mind you…are turfing their religious media and thinking…selah…thinking that Barnum and Bailey were sure able to draw a crowd. And we kept the program for a souvenir. It was fun when it lasted. Yes Ray and Wayne, there is no question in my mind that we were unique and special and meant to be. But we were only one piece to the puzzle. Some people are putting the last pieces into place…then the puzzle will all be taken apart and put back into the box. Don’t know after that when or if the puzzle comes back out of the closet next Christmas or not. But whatever. Don’t go from house to house talking about your conquering’s or grievances from ‘yesterday’. Because those yesterdays lay on the floor until we are willing to sweep them away and move forward.

    One of these days I will likely ask Wings for Truth to delete all this foolishness. That is if I cannot endure someone calling me a fool. I used to have those little tiny feelers, and it is a bugger when they try to grow back to tinyness.

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14. I will say it again this morning. Do not take my word for it all. This was never meant to be that someone would take a man or woman’s word for it and roll over and die.

    One thing that troubles me is the people might be weak and ill-prepared for what lies ahead. Many continuing to circle the same mountain they have circled for years, looking forward to just go out again like usual to pick up some manna to tide them over. The grocery stores of religion. One stop shops. Ultimate convenience. We’ve got everything you will ever need. Grab a hand basket, get a few items you need and come back in a couple days for some more.

    There are a few in the camp that said that we need to move forward and onward. But the people were fearful and said there were giants in the land ahead where they knew they needed to move forward to.

    The big ‘churches’ always carried big sticks. But their big sticks wither as they are asked now to go into spiritual battle for sake of moving the families forward. A few have spiritually went alone to spy out the road ahead and they came back saying there was good in the land ahead, but there would be battles, and there would be spiritual ogre giants to deal with. And the people withered at the prospect, fearing for their safety and fearing there would be nothing to feed on when they moved forward; not understanding that the good in the spiritual land ahead was the spiritual battle itself.

    Wayne and Ray. It only took two in agreement with some guts under their belt (no spiritual flab to be found), guts with brains and strength in them to understand what was needed to be done and encourage the people to strengthen themselves and move forward. Some were sickly, and most were weak. But without moving forward, they would weaken further and die in the land where they circled the mountain over and over and over again.

    Ray and Wayne. You for surely know things were not right in the camp. They are now not only not right, but getting more un-righter. The children perish and the people lack vision. If you insist on feeling responsible for the people, move them forward. And Ray – don’t pay a lot of attention to your present side-kicks that lack faith. One is weakly with a humble delivery, honest, but not much strength to him. The other is somewhat of a ogre. And possibly a dangerous ogre at that. But do not fear. Buddy has the pretense of standing up like a big guy, but he hides behind the people, sucking all their thumbs and holding his blankey.

    Wayne. Tall and lean of stature. A durable man. A man that was willing to look into a few things. One I trust to do the right thing for the people. No need to go it alone. But there is one thing you need to do Wayne. Ray will need some encouragement to let his real face come forward. Because it seems from my travels in the night sky, it seems he wants to be part of the solution.

    Ray – please don’t have that disappointed look on your face in front of the people trying to convey some message that you were never invited.

    And do not fear. The battle ahead will weed out the true weak and sickly. Those that worshipped their own bellies and couches and did not know that a proper diet, enough exercise, and the proper rest…balanced in the spiritual, psychological and physical realms would strengthen them in their muscles of life.

    Ray and Wayne. There are many strong sisters behind you saying nothing. I suppose they may be stuck in a little rut of believing something in the bible that tells them they cannot be leaders. They are just waiting for your signal to go. I suppose then the bobby pins will fly. Casting off form, and breaking out, finally with the freedom to be real when they carry the gospel. Non of this fake news gospel story stuff. Yep! I loved it once too!

    Anyone get the sense this is a love story? Not a Harlequin Romance…but a real love story. Shoot me now, or shoot me later. But something I think? I think true love might not agree always with what father says, but they might be in some deep doodoo when they push back against what the children say, and what the sister or brother child advocates say. Crazy interesting life we can destine for ourselves. All you need to do is step out in faith from under your well beloved personal mushroom.

    Anyway Ray and Wayne. Don’t think everyone in what is remaining of the present church is pulling on the same end of the rope. There is an unseen tug of war in people’s hearts because the big boys seem to have some strings attached to them. One more good yank on the one end will make the bullies with big pipes and their lap dogs sit down and notice. As the old saying goes, ‘when the going gets spicey, the spicey get going’. And no, I do not mean the type of spice the big religion leaders including the likes of the 2x2s snorted in the upper chambers. The chambers are floating into thin air, thinking they are going to link up with and dock their ship on New Jerusalem. It is likely just a Rocky Mountain high. If only hot air balloons could be refueled on the moon for the return journey, then all mankind’s problems would be solved. Cool that big religion tried though. Gotta give them credit I suppose for trying. Another of Darwin’s Creditocrisies! That amuseum is filling fast.

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15. Okay. Maybe, but who knows. I may have written enough to permit myself to get off this ride. I am hoping, but raven may come back. Who knows.

    But here is the question to the workers before I go. Did it ever occur to you workers as a group to maybe think that the ones that got off this ride already, were maybe the ones that may have loved you the most? Not worshipped the system and workers the most… I mean loved you workers and friends the most. I mean love. Not infatuation type of stuff, but real love. Did it dawn on any of you workers in this way? Because it seems evident to me that the ones that left were the ones that got hit the hardest.

    But it is quite interesting to me the gospel story I am hearing that is being preached here and there is this, somewhat framed in this way: “They didn’t love us, they all hated us, going to the garden to eat worms yum yum.”

    I hope I am done trying now. My kids hope too I think. My kids never gave up on me. Scratched their heads a bit and offered some advice and I listened, but they never gave up. But the welcome is still open to you Ray and Wayne to come for a visit. For sure for sure. Just because we are in a sense divorced doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t care any more. Me and thee I suppose were just not a match made in heaven.

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    1. ……..but in the children, I see some kind of divine, or at a minimum a sacred gift. So heaven or some kind of intelligent design must have been wonderfully involved somehow. Each created in their quirky uniqueness. Each created with an inner strength that even amazes me time and time again. Rough edges in places, but to me a work of wonderment better than myself in ways. The rough edges have a way of wearing off in the storms of life. They are part of me, and part of you with a dash and splash of their own uniqueness. I am just curious to understand why you would listen little to them. And now, now they will preserve their peace and tip toe around you like you are some kind of china doll. It befuddles me that you have decided to not even listen at least to the part of them that is you! The real you! The children want you to succeed and flourish and it seems you fail to see the benefits. It seems anyway…to me and to the children. Reach up and take the children’s hands. At least the children’s hands.

       …and a child will lead them. Wayne? Ray?

       My good brother…take the mantle from me and run with it. At least for a while. If I have much while left. I am being buffeted by ones on the one side wanting to put me in my place. I am not sure how they have it all figured out what my place is, but whatever. I don’t even fully understand it myself.

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16. Looks like I don’t have everything right. Or much of it right. I just road my bicycle through a patch of young corn last night like a young whipper snapper and did not think much of it until I got too close to a wise old horse in a row and he bit my cheek and latched on to it.

    Hope that wise old horse shows up soon so the pain does not extend to other parts of my body when I try to pull away. And so I will be tempted to think twice and consider before I ride my bicycle through the young corn.

    Life is getting interesting as pride’s eyelids blink and begin to flutter. On a global scale, and right in my own soul also. Somehow, somehow…could those two things be connected?

    But I still stand behind the children, till death do us part. Even if one child put the last piece of the puzzle together but would not hang around to have help in checking the prior 53 pieces off.

    Wings for Truth! What is to be done? Should you and I just cancel and delete my type of culture and my writing so that some other culture could take preeminence?

    Oh dad, the things I saw on Mulberry Street. And interesting to see so many show up with me last night in Australia. It was interesting to be back. Kinda short visit though. Nice that some of you are sitting around the table and working through a few details.

    And brother, I know you know how to arrange the words in a more diplomatic and measured way than I. I just slap my words on the page and hope they fit.

    Speaking of words, there was this debate one time about whether we were to have fruit (singular or plural) or fruits (plural or singular) in our life. Who really cares? Just have some fruit, or have some fruits…who cares whether it has an ‘s’ on the end or not? What does it matter? Just have something that is not either proud nor insecure, no?

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17. Wellll. I was reading someone’s notes from convention recently. Like yesterday kind of recently. I am not sure how these notes are working their way on to the internet, but it must be good news with the one and only true gospel finally having the means of reaching all corners of the earth. No more of this going from the same few houses over and over again throughout the earth and expecting that just by showing up in the 150 countries or however many countries on the planet, that that was a sign that we had done our job and that country can then be ticked off from the list. Just move on to the next country so we can tick them off also?

    Anyway, the senior worker mentioned something about all those people ‘out there’ beyond the great divide of the meeting tent canvas that their branches were broken off. Lickety-split like – just like that, they popped themselves off! Why is this a gospel story worth mentioning anymore, 29 months after Dean Bruer’s last novel was published poste waste? Has the gospel story turned into defending Bruer’s character at all cost? And is there still block-and-guard tactics being employed in the gospel story to the unaware, that is trying to reassure people that there was only one bad apple up under that bushel basket?

    And for a senior worker to speak in a way that sends the message to the people that he is one that is well able to make that choice? The choice of which branches were broken off and which one’s remained on the vine? Is this the vine of the church administration he speaks of? And yes, I do agree that the vine’s of the ‘churches’ were mentioned in the bible, but some of those vines are not ‘the’ vine. Lot’s of vines in the world. Like the one’s Tarzan used. Or like ones that work their way up and around a tree trunk; and maybe they had no intention of doing so, but as the tree grew the vine began to strangle the tree because the vine got stronger and stronger but had no ‘give’ to it.

    Is this message not a message of final judgement for those people that ‘popped’ themselves off? Just kind of jumped up on their own branch and broke it off, though the day before they had leaves? One day the branch having leaves, the next day the church administration coming along and saying I will make your leaves to wither and henceforth you will never yield fruit again?

    Or do you think all those people were tied to their own branches by a single cord and when Dean L’Amour’s best western went up in smoke, they jumped off the Vine and came to a sudden jolt of their ropes, breaking their branch off in the process? Is this how it works?

    Is this kind of gospel not venturing into deterministic territory? A territory where the administration of the church plays God? And they seem to play it well for the people, because the people still check their names on the ballots…the ballots it seems the ‘church’ printed up for the final judgement.

    To that senior worker, I say the same thing that I have often said around the tables of resolute deterministic, fatalistic communion of others, drinking their blood and eating their flesh…I would sometimes ask the question when the Tarzan’s in the visit had pegged someone else to be their Judas…I would kinda sheepishly ask…”Are they dead yet?”

    Senior worker that preached these sorts of things and called it bread…thank God you are not dead yet. There is hope!

    And to those in Australia that asked over the internet to have a copy of my resumé (CV) so to speak, you will get it. And it is not written with only shiny accolades and recommendations. But it does come with some references that will not flourish any praises. And I have come to an understanding when I interview people to make sure I get their references. And it is quite funny sometimes. Some of the references people give must be just naturally kind sort of people, but maybe not terribly honest to the people’s faces. Some people are well able to shower praises on people in front of their faces when behind their eyeballs those references turn around and grimace and groan in anguish and say to themselves, why do I lie to their faces and keep them thinking they are God’s gift to this company. And when I call the references, I find out their resumé had a wee bit of flourish to it.

    Senior worker that tried to write someone’s else’s final resumé/epitaph, but presents your own word smithed resumé to the people…maybe provide some references please. And I don’t mean bible references. There are enough bushes in the bible for anyone to hide behind. Maybe light that latest bush on fire yourself, instead of jumping from one bush to another as some people light each one on fire for you. Maybe stand for a minute and observe the bush burning. Because jumping from one burning bush to another eventually lights a man’s pants on fire. Ask me how I know these things. No sympathy coming my way. It is not warranted and not expected.

    The ankles in the church administration become swollen, and it is evident to me it is on some kind of IV drip. Might the blood not be getting to the head any longer? A bit of grog in the veins maybe? Nothing a little blood thinner wouldn’t rectify? The greatest of all time might be getting it’s final milking. There was one of the friends one time that had both sheep and goats. One time he went away and had the young lad from up the road come and take care of the sheep and goats. Jimmy was a very unassuming kind of guy, and his different speech betrayed an observant guy behind the eyeballs. Anyway, he was trying to milk this one goat one morning and the goat would not get off her knees so he could milk her. So he cursed the goat and told it to get up off it’s knees and stop praying and told it to start preaching so he could milk her. Then he told our friend, “That did the trick!”

    I have a suggestion. But it is only a suggestion to the administration of the church. Consider the cost of wanting to control the courts in the church and flashing the word smithed resumés of the church administration before the people to get their attention. There may be more kindly and aware sort of people in the church than you expected. Heaping praises on you to your face but behind the eyeballs are thinking words like insufferable. Don’t be misguided by their singing and smiles and nodding of their heads. Some cultures do that; nod their heads in ‘disagreement’. It might be their way of milking your branch to see if it is connected to anything or not. The teats on the goats are being yanked, and they become sore.

    Just some of my doodling for the day. Until the diplomat comes along. Not a diplomat of the church administration that is getting their britches lit up mind you. I mean the diplomats around the world starting to use their barbeque lighters, and slapping the chops on the grill. I like mine with a little garlic salt only. Not too excited about that Diana sauce stuff. I do worry about the leaders though. They have ducked and dived their chops from being grilled for a long time now. Too long and they think their chops are now divine. Are they starting to get worried that no one will buy their chops in heaven? We will see what happens in two weeks. So so very thankful that two weeks can turn into four and four can turn into six. But my question is, will six jump over seven and turn into eight? I used to think the membership card was all I needed to call myself a branch. A branch of the governance of the church. That seems now to me it put me out on a bit of a limb. On the whim of a limb, the people praised the ‘slim’ and ‘trim’.

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18. There is no question in my mind that two things that look similar but are different can be both true at the same time. Many arguments in the world right now, polar opposites in nature and both have some truth to them.

    It is not much question to me that the world of pomp is denying circumstance. Not only denying circumstance, but also denying the children’s voices.

    Just to whom or to what are the ‘big’ voices singing their honor and praises to when they now sing ‘How Great Thou Art’? Which direction are their faces pointed when they sing this song?

    Two ways…both right. Or are there three ways?

    The ‘church’ and it’s leadership (which includes those that want to lead the way in some kind of personal bubble) can continue to dig in, wanting to wheedle their way into the list of child victims, somehow believing in their mind they have a rightful place there, feeling sorry for themselves that they have been assaulted in some way. They want to compare the emotional and psychological badgering, and very likely the assault they are feeling toward them on their spiritual health…they somehow want to get invited into the list of those working away at defeating child sexual abuse at the hands of power and authority.

    Oh how the big ones say the small voice will have no seat at the table in this big and important place of mine/ours. The small voice that is still small…or got small again after years and years of being biggy sized.

    Could it be, that the ‘church’ is not reading Wings for Truth because they have dug a foxhole for themselves? I think these are the folks standing in their foxholes, thumbs in their second-hand salvation army suspenders, smoking their whine tipped religious Colts and shouting to all their comrades in the other foxholes that they are watching. Watching? What might they be watching I dare ask?

    Could someone please come along and toss a little peddle into their foxhole and ping it off their metal helmets. The commander has said, no one will fall asleep on their watch in the regiments or they should be marshalled on the spot if they do. Can someone have some compassion please…and in secret show a little mercy. Just ping their helmets with a little pebble…and then go to the next foxhole. See if there is any life there. If it seems there is scant life noticeable under any of the helmets, just toss a little pebble. If they wake up, they should take the little pebble and put it in their shoe. And this can be a memorial for them. A memorial of the hidden children.

    Some times it take eighty years for the shoe to be shifted slowly to the other foot and the gloves drop. And the beautiful crystal glass ceilings of the big brands break, and their grievances of losing their supreme powers to have their own feelings stroked and their pockets filled…becomes a bit of a nightmare for everyone.

    A new crystal night, paving the way for the children to sing a new song. A new and living way. And no, the new and living way did not start way back yonder in my estimation. It started today. Like it always did.

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19. I heard that a senior worker stood up at convention recently and told the people not to ‘watch’. Do not watch what is going on, because it will only take your peace away. Sure, we all like peace. Who doesn’t? It seems on the surface to be good instruction. But here is the thing. To instruct the people not to watch could be the second most frivolous instruction to the people, second only to the instruction that the cover-ups in the church surrounding CSA was a hoax. My question is, why did the administration of the church imply to the people that those that were looking for information on the subject were just a bunch of witches on a hunt?

    Interestingly enough, I used to look at this same worker’s feed on a certain social media platform. His feed where his writing was very clear what he was promoting his brand of tea leaves. I would read the comments to his articles and one comment one time challenged this worker on a certain point and asked if what the commenter believed was just a lie. The worker’s response was somewhat enlightening to me. His response to the commenter was, “You can’t believe every lie you hear”. I then asked in a comment following something to the effect of just which lies were permissible to believe then? I am still waiting for the answer. Or do I have that wrong and I have got my question answered in spades?

    So I would say there is a very heavy weight on this brother worker’s shoulders. He has told the people not to watch. Some people must be shifting about uneasily in their seats when they listen to this sort of stuff. Because it only takes reading the sentence recorded of Jesus a couple times about ‘watching because you know not what hour…’

    So the people do not watch, because they were instructed not to watch. Where exactly are the sheep being led I dare ask?

    So here is my question. Does no one watching this type of charade not care about the one saying such a thing? Do they not give two hoots about the welfare of this senior worker? The ones that know him and say they are close to him and say they care about him…is their care for him a charade also? This is a guy that is not only out on a plank, but he is asking others to follow him out on that plank. Do his ‘friends’ that are aware of his potential folly not care about him and they are willing and happy to keep from him that a crowd crush on the plank with him on the end of it might be a bit touch and go? So what it seems is happening, is many people seemed to have stayed quiet after the coroners office checked Dean L’Amour out of the Best Western saying profound things in their mind like “Oh well, sucks to be Dean.” Now are some saying in their mind that their friend, this senior worker has missed the mark when he tells a big crowd of people not to watch? Does this man have no friends?

    My question is, why wait until after check out time to retally a person’s friend count?

    Could or would anyone that is close to this senior worker and cares about him, could you maybe just go over to him and have a private conversation and ask him a couple questions. Ask him if it was just a joke or a hoax that he told the people not to watch. Or ask him whether his instruction to the people to not watch was a lie that the people should believe, or one they should not believe. These things are important for the people. Their life depends on believing the right lie. At least in my mind.

    But alas. No one will likely speak up and jolt their ‘friend’ into a state of awareness. Oh well. I do hope those that are following this teaching of not to bother watching because it would only take away a person’s peace…I hope they are all rock solid types of individuals and do not startle easily. Hope they are not the kind of people that get a bit jumpy at loud noises.

    Now to be clear, there will be those that do not have the personal fortitude and constitution to handle everything that is going on. They will need some help to not flood their zone with information, but someone can help condense it into bite sized nuggets of what is going on so they can watch also. But using the 80/20 rule, 80 percent of the church can handle it. So is 80% of the church listening to this worker with amusement and happy for their ‘friend’ to go headlong on his journey? Or does 80% think that brother worker was a scribe sent from heaven and had the authority to change ‘watch therefore for you know not what hour’ …wordsmith it a little into “…do not watch, and do not worry about the hour, because y’all gotta keep your peace, amen.”

    Here is another question. Why do the people like and follow 100% of what the scribes wrote 2500 years ago, but say on the flip side to un-follow and dislike 100% of what the scribes write in this hour?

    I do like what someone commented yesterday on Wings, about “if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off”. I do believe ‘thy’ and ‘thee’ in this case means ‘me’. I haven’t revisited this passage in quite some time, but it now has an interesting twist to it in this hour. But my question is, why did the clergy think this saying was that ‘thy’ and ‘thee’ meant someone else? And when they cut someone else’s right hand off (because they dared point out someone else’s right hand of import was in the cookie jar), is this where the surgeon generals of the church looked smart and sewed that extra right hand on someone else’s left arm…someone more favored in their kingdom? Afterall, two right hands of fellowship are better than one, no?

    I apologize to the people for trying to look smart and attempt to get some heads sewn back on. My question is, are there chickens running around in search of a head? Or are there heads rolling around in search of a chicken? When ‘kinda morbid meets kinda funny’. They often sup together.

    Mind if I ask another question? Why did religious enterprise need to lob off someone else’s full head of wheat so they could look smart in their gristmill with their heavenly millstone and then bake some bread in their ovens and tell the people to eat up and get their fill with their bread. Their bread…for their people. Owners? Or just good businessmen? Not confident there is a third option. And confidence in the bolted door of peace withstanding the tide? No confidence. Don’t want to watch. But confident I will be notified by some scribe somewhere. Prepare me now, or prepare me later. Not sure about this preaching from the pulpit that implies “later dude, later.” Too busy I suppose holding their nose on the grindstone. Spiting their own faces seems to be trending. And they are getting good at it. It takes practice. And practice makes perfect. And who does not want to be perfect when they check out?

    Oh! One other question before I go. In the church with no name, why did we all say that the speeches would be free, but from the other side of our mouth we said “ummm, uhah…ahh…but only free for the workers ya know”?

    Hope everyone is having a good Sunday. I do kinda miss the fellowship meeting. But not at the cost of gnawing my tongue to take all and any bit of pain the holy kind of spirit was meaning for the workers to carry. That kind of thing would indicate I was self centered and I was happy for the workers to find out for themselves someday the cul-de-sac sign was 30 months back up the road. Then it would be my fault somehow that they did not look at what the scribes wrote. And the scribes are writing not to convince them to think their way, but rather to turn to the spirit of hope for all rather than the spirit that convinces them their hope is the only hope that matters. Their hope. Kinda like their church, their bread, their flock, their treasury. Their their! Kinda like pluralist me me.

    Maybe I just made all this stuff up to make myself look smart. Who knows? Or maybe I made it up to make myself look dumb. Who knows? So many questions, and not enough time to answer them. Or is there time? Who knows how long an hour is in the big picture? Don’t watch the clock, it will only tick you off. Tik Tok, Tik Tok, the mouse ran up the clock…. Why are the mice running up the clock now in a serious way? But I suppose we can all hope the clock runs down…and the sundial stands still to at least get us through the next sermon and ball game. And when the sundial stands still? We all got problems me friend! Even those that preach peace when there is no peace.

    Just discard the parts of my writing that does not make cents. My problem is that I don’t care about monetizing my writing. Big evil problem in the church it seems. And big evil problem it seems that I took the golden ring out of my tongue and had it placed in my ear.

    MS backwards! Listening? I am fine you calling me the backward one though if it suits you.

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20. …….many more thoughts have ‘popped’ into my mind since my last writing. Anyone else in the church ever have this sort of thing happen to them? The occurrence of thoughts just popping into their head? This is an interesting thing when this happens, if this happens to ever happen I suppose in a person’s mind. So many happens in one sentence. So I got to thinking one day as I was walking along, kicking over stones that I do need to consider these things that ‘pop’ into my mind. I remember back in my previous life before my reincarnation from corporate religious thought that the corporation policy was to whack any thoughts that pop up, whack them down because if these thoughts that pop up did not agree with what the corporate teachers and profets had already taught me, then these thoughts that would pop up were just of Satan.

    So one day, while walking along, this thought popped up. That thought put me into great burden of heart. mind and soul. The question I had to wrestle with was whether Satan had a capital ‘S’ on his name or I should just be spelling his name with a small ‘s’. I am not saying that religion is wrong though in making sure the people work through these perplexing types of questions.

    Nevertheless, let’s go further down the road less travelled. And when I say the road less travelled, I am talking about a spiritual road. I have been watching those that have been sitting in their religious cinema seats and working their Super Mario joysticks to manipulate their souls on the movie screen of life, trying to position their souls into position on the screen they are all watching. The object of the video game is to get your soul into position at the Gate. You all know the Gate I mean. The Gate in the video game is only wide enough for one soul to get through, so the object of the game is to jockey your pac-man into position in front of all the other pac-men and if you get there, you get points. Lots of points. And you get points for getting out front of another pac-man. And even more points if you get out front of a pac-woman.

    Golly. I got really off track there talking about video games. I nothing short of despise video games. I never could get my head wrapped around their allure for people. I always thought they were a miraculous waste of time and special waste of a person’s life. But I suppose, there are those that want to escape reality and convey their souls into the ether of virtual reality, jockeying for one prize or another. And society is also taken up with getting points. A person can climb the status ladder of said corporation if they grow their points. And growing points in said corporation is promoted as a good thing to grow. Don’t worry about the backbone and understanding…rather points are key. And religion said virtual reality was good, and they say that God said it was good, because the word virtual is the same kind of thing as virtuous. So religion said that your virtue can be virtuous if you make it virtual. Super Mario! Listening? Or maybe I should not call out Super Mario, and should just use his initials…SM instead. SM…Maybe get your pac-man in behind a child instead of blowing right through them so you can get more points? Maybe? No? Not a good idea to you?

    So back to the things that pop into our heads. Why does the board of directors of corporate religion tell their employees, which in turn are told to tell their clients to have Zero Faith (Zero Faith – the energy drink of religious kings) in a holy kind of spirit that might try to pop some things into people’s heads?

    My question is, why was it promoted in corporate religion that pop the Holy Spirit should be written off as bad debt on the balance sheet, and Pop the Magic Dragon needed to stay on the balance sheet as an asset. We will call Magic Dragon – MD for short. Saves me typing so much. MD then. Religion’s Medical Doctor for all your ills and aches and pains.

    And my next question is, what are the rules surrounding depreciating an asset on the balance sheet of corporate religion? Because in real life, I think Pop the Magic Dragon is getting a bit long in the tooth. Maybe time for corporate religion to just write him off? Or should we just keep letting him drink Red Bull or Faith Zero energy drink? My question is, are the makers of Red Bull the same ones that make Faith Zero?

    My last question for the day is, why is corporate religion losing their sense of humor? And when humor goes into the faith’s toilet, why does fairness get shat out along with it?

    So many Pops wanting to frolic in the autumn mist on paradise island as it speeds away in virtual reality. This Pops will keep at least one foot on the firmament. And distinguish between on thing that pops into my head and another. Not sure why corporate religion told the people to extinguish those things from a virtuous kind of spirit that lead to fairness that would pop into people’s heads. But the word distinguish and the word extinguish sound the same, so maybe this is where clientele of corporate religion didn’t quite get the messaging right. Or maybe religious enterprise just loved massages…and they loved to massage the message. A ‘feel good’ type of ministry. Ough awww…that hurts so good! A little more right there please! Makes me dizzy, but my head and virtuous thoughts of fairness will have to wait.

    Oh, I suppose I have one more question for the day. Does anyone have any knowledge or understanding why corporate religion is religiously rubbing Alladin’s Teapot in a new and livid way? The teapot seems to be getting up a head of steam. Maybe Genie will appear and spout some profound messages of genius. Or maybe Genie-us has appeared and the message they got was that the books were cooked. Not sure why the church with no name is going along with the world and saying their Genie-us is sitting at God’s right hand. There are two tempests butting heads no? And it appears the one thinks that a hard head will be the one that is able to blow and butt the gates off heaven and get through before the children. Heads up! Heads up for the ram with fury that touches not the ground. The ram says with a bit of a dark chuckle…if you want to see genius, I will show you genius. The church at TwobyTwo.org Ville. Soften your head (and heart) and start letting some light pop into it. And stop butting heads with the children. And those standing on the platforms of religious genius in the ‘church’, check the date on your passport to heaven. It may have expired while you were not looking. Cast your hope and love on many waters. Meaning, cast your love and hope on all, instead of just on the water of your own golden drinking goblet. And I do believe the teaching of the church at TwobyTwoville was a wee touch insidious. They said, inside-us is the genius of heaven that has God’s ear all sewn up. Same thinking as the world. They said from their thrones, “my rock is better than your rock…nanna nanna booboo!” As they cast their stones on many waters, hoping they never return to them.

    Have a good day everyone, okay!? Emphasis on the ‘good’. At least try it. You might like it. We are here for a good time, not a long time. The hard heads think ‘good’ means one thing, the softer ones see ‘good’ as another. Everyone has one talent or another. Despite what religion taught that ‘if you have some talent better or different than ours, bury it buddy, bury it!’ The austerity of religious enterprise. They do not want that debt on their balance sheet. They go to their friends and either tell them to erase the debt or they at least tell them to cut it in half.

    Golly. Gotta go to work. Gee, if I still go to work, does that make me a worker? The thought just popped into my head now. I will be a good Canadian now and apologize for taking 10 or 15 minutes out of people’s short life to read this. The people can blame me for being an eternal distraction to them.

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21. Sooooooo….where is everyone at with the state of the union on September 20, 2025? Now I don’t want people to go off to the bank with a single word I use like union, or a few words like state of the union. Some people are getting to think when I use a certain word, or a certain phrase that I mean this or I mean that. Because quite frankly, I can say one thing and mean another. Kind of like when the worker’s union implied with their blanket statement back mid-2023 that they did not get paid enough to care about CSA and the cover-ups would need to continue unless they were given more breaks. Maybe I have misunderstood their mention and continued mention of needing more breaks. Now I say, maybe I have been misreading them…though I suppose it does not matter much really, because the owners and executives of the church have not brought me in to be a mediator in this laborer dispute. The harvest is getting greater and the laborers are getting fewer; the owners of the church are not worried. They have bread no one knows about. They know they will get by, drawing from their secret sources. And the owners laugh when I say to them, “give me a break!”

    Easy for me to sit in my critique’s chair and have it all figured out what the owners of the church need to do to once again get people back to the bargaining table. It is interesting for me to note however that is says somewhere, somehow, someway in the book of rules that religious organizations shall, when challenged by the people, appoint a mediator/judge from the ranks of the church treasury to settle any labor disputes. And the laborers (field workers) shall have no say in these matters of eternal importance. Gotta watch those words in legal documents. The words like ‘shall’, ‘must’, ‘recommended’ and ‘do whatever pleaseth thee’. And this one really gets me – if there are any ‘appeals’, do this or that. Religion has that language all sewn up. If it appeals to the ‘church’, find some way to get it. It has interested me for quite some time now how the church has managed the appeals process. All held together with the staples of hair clips and bobby pins I suppose.

    Incidentally, I just read my previous writing again from September 18 and see now that if anyone can even make sense of it, then I would like you to contact me and let me know what it all means. I will be thankful if you could explain it to me, because I think it is confusing. And no doubt, people that read it would be quite confused. Maybe I should call that particular manuscript something like Deuteronomy or something like that. Not sure how the scientific word Deuteronomy fits in to a spiritual book….so many words these days ending in *onomy ..like economy and autonomy. Let me not get onto the subject just now of the labor union wanting their autonomy to improve their economy. It is too confusing to me that workers want their autonomy to do whatever their free spirit moves them to do, but at the same time don’t want other’s spirits to be free but rather owned by the company.

    Maybe the readers should get a cuppa Irish coffee. Don’t worry, I do not think this thing should turn into a long and drawn out, confusing lobotomy. Though there is something written somewhere about not being able to buy or sell things that look like truth unless you had a mark in your right hand or your forehead. It worries me that the union is thinking somehow that this Mark, this Mark S is trying to get into people’s foreheads. And I am not trying to get into anyone’s right hand of fellowship to be Frank. Maybe however, some should consider getting a little biopsy done of the mole on their right hand and the one in their forehead. It could be malignant. One never can be too safe. Better to be saved than sorry as the workers seem to be saying. And those moles! Why the owners are fingering their rosary and keep repeating at each bead…”mole hill, mole hill, mole hill, mole hill”…I do not know. Please dear Lord, let it be a mole hill.

    Anyway, moving on I must say that I am thankful to the owners of the church, so very thankful that some are prescribing anti-inflammatories to the people. I do think this is a good sign that the doctors of the church are prescribing these anti-inflammatories. This kind of keeps the conspiracy theories in the church under control. And I do find the hypocrites in the church are the easiest to inflame. I don’t suppose anyone wants to know any names of workers that are truthful hypocrites. I have had a few that appear to me in my wanderings in the night sky. I am told exactly who they are, but man-oh-man (or woman-oh-woman) they do not look like who I was told they were. Sure sign and I am getting to understand.

    So here is my thought for the day. And it comes from a visit with some good friends last evening. And very interesting that they are my good friends, but also they are good friends of the good friends. I say they are good, because there are others ‘in’ the church (‘in’ meaning this subjective term the owners of the church use to pinpoint those that ‘have it’ and still paying their dues so-to-speak) that want to talk to these good friends that are ‘in’ the church. And it is interesting to me that the owners of the church are not getting the center of attention they feel they deserve. It must be causing some anxiety in high places. You see, I do not think that the owners have it quite right that people’s memories are quite as sickly as they hoped they would be. In generations past, the owners and business men used to hold out the scepter of their good graces, wave it over people’s foreheads and Shazam! The scepter being, the mark in their right hand. A bit of a magnetic device it was. A device that would draw or attract people to their point of view. It was like a miracle from heaven…a non-intrusive lobotomy procedure took place in the frontal lobes of the people. Naturally, only the qualified spin doctors in the church had the spiritual where-with-all to perform these lobotomies. Those are the ones that understood magnetism the best, and how their magnetism could induce collective amnesia in the frontal lobes of the people and alleviate the depression that the memories produced in the people.

    So this is where I am at this morning. I think there is a depression dwelling among the people, and their memories of the lullaby sung to them by the fathers of the house of lords, that were always addressed as my lord this and my lord that…for whatever reason some of the children are not falling asleep this time around. They are not even getting sleepy no matter how much they hear from the the soft and kindly whispered words ‘You are getting sleepy….you are getting sleepy….you are getting sleepy’

    So in closing, we can close our heads in prayer. I pray, that the house of lords will not use the terms ‘in’ or ‘out’ any longer. I pray they would see that those words are a bit blurred now. Or I pray, they would come up with a new term so people can be clear. A new term like innie-outie. Or outie-innie. Or Innie-outie-innie. Or outie-innie-outie.

    What in the world will the workers preach next? As the people slowly peel the band-aids and work through the lingering smell of the noisome sore in the church. And the owners want people to think that they are the only ones with the calling to talk about and reveal their own personal inflammations their brand-name shields of faith were hopelessly inferior to guard against. And the homeless ones in the church seem to be asking for clemency and sympathy. I am good providing this clemency and sympathy, but only if they admit they are homeless. I do not think it is befitting a minister to keep their nose plugged for years and breathe through their mouth. Maybe the lords are not the deal makers with the unions that they professed to be. Or maybe they just made a deal with someone that they told the people they should not get to know. I do think there are people in the church that are left, but the owners have this notion in their head that everyone left in the church are all right. Now why did this christian church say they did not ascribe to Confucius?

    Next union meeting the first Sunday in October. Hope it is not Black October and the church stock crashes. What I just heard last night, some people might be all in and shorting the stock. And the junk bonds of the church are still up for debate.

    Call me crazy. Just don’t blaspheme my source of information. So glad (fibbing) the church has been told to only get their information from their source, their well. And all other sources and all other wells must be stopped up. Well, not really glad…but way easier for me than getting people to listen to an armchair critique. And governance of any body falls into disrepute when the armchair critiques are silenced. Oh well. What can you do when the house of lords want to quell any and all opposition to their point of view. And I am sure the point of view from the pinnacle of the temple must be enthralling. Impaled by love I suppose it is, but maybe, just maybe…not too sustaining. But who knows? And what do I know about the feeling of plunking my butt down on the pinnacle? I suppose, if it makes the lords feel good, they should do it. It reminds me though of one of the farmer friends one time, a very tough Irishman…jumped off the truck bed at the feedlot in the dark one night and landed on a tee-bar steel fence post. Up to around his belly button or further. Had some momentum to his jump of faith. Faith there was no fence post in the way. He was alone and had to find some way of lifting himself off the fencepost and getting himself to the hospital. I am sure it will be painful for those that desire to lift themselves off the pinnacle of the temple. But there are those that likely would help. I would help. But there are those still ‘in’ I think that would just enjoying waiting to see what happens and watching for inflammation to set it. They were all told to watch and wait, so they are doing what they were told. Good people I understand… what I understand the pinnacle is saying. They think God will do everything for them. Including application of band-aids. Band-aid solutions from Deuteronomy or some other autonomous means of helping the destitute and the homeless. I am not necessarily prepared to tell the homeless to ‘break camp and be away with you’. Why the homeless lords are saying such a thing, I do not know.

    It is evident to me the children are still waiting. And some of the children have a lot of grey in their beard interestingly enough. And it seems the feathers in the church don’t seem to be pushing them over. But no doubt, the ‘spiritual’ feathers in the church are still holding many in their seats. It must be a sure sign of bigly courage and bigly strength and bigly faith to be held down with feathers. And I suppose, bigly love of their easy chair. They may have paid top dollar for their spiritual Lazy Boy to give them status. Now, here is the absolute interesting question to pose to another person. And that is, “what is your definition of quality?” Some people look at the shine and make their judgement…and others plainly declare, ‘it can’t break pal. It can’t break all the time’.

    Go preachers go. And say a prayer for the homeless ones. Give them a break. And ask Willie Wonka Irvine to give another state of the union address just to bring people up to speed on the affairs in the church.

    Have a great day everyone, okay? I need to get some real work done before the sun goes down in the west. I was hoping it did not have to go down, but looking like that is something I have no influence over. Though it looks like the church in the west is trying to spin things the opposite way, thinking they can delay things and create a longer work day. Because looking like the breaks are not going away. Maybe they could have a visit with Hezekiah and figure out his methodology of getting the sundial to turn back to give him more time. Or maybe they did consult Hezekiah and Hezekiah told them to just do a bit of whining, and voila! Problem solved!

    Shut up Mark!

    Okay. So very glad and thankful for the suggestion….and glad for small mercies. I love those small mercies. Not sure why the church wants only bigly mercies on the bigly boys and girls, but mine is not to question why. I do sense, all things are not as they appear though. It could be a problem for all those with their faith in appearances. And they get offended when I call them Dr. Dressup. I mean, who doesn’t want to be called doctor?

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22. I decided to ask AI this morning if there are really any believers any longer, in the church or otherwise. The word otherwise is an interesting word to me. There are those in the church that believe that their brand-name church has the only right name, and then there are one’s that think ‘otherwise’. And speaking of names, I do believe that people should be shifting uneasily in their seats, praying or meditating… or otherwise just simply thinking about the name they are bearing. Bearing or otherwise promoting. Because there is something in prophecy that makes me a little uneasy about all the brand names that people are bending the knee to and promoting. Promoting they are the sent ones. It is hard for me to any longer get my head and heart wrapped around enlightenment or otherwise salvation is born up in a brand name on spiritual broadway. And rebranding is quite a common thing these days…same as the other 2025 days that went before today. Same kind of product, different name. I think the 2×2 church is very unique and special in this. They started off with no-name, then by-and-by they scooped up many names. I suppose they wanted to compete. Compete with the Master. He had many names, so did they think that their church was licensed somehow to take many names also? It seems they are applying for one more name, the name of Comforter. One more blanket for the church followers to wrap themselves in.

    And the word salvation will need to be studied on another day. Salvation…the saving of something or another or otherwise. Since everything seems to be backwards or opposite between earthly/worldly/temporal and the spiritual – then the implied word of ‘saving’ would otherwise mean ‘spending’ no? Like spending your life for others that they could learn to ‘save’ (spend)?, No? So can someone more informed than me in the church tell me why all the workers are saving their lives like their life depended on it? Or at least saving their lives for their flock? Or saving their lives for their masters…the ones that are declaring themselves masters in the church. Their flock that they all seemed to have told God that they will take full responsibility for? They said they would be surely willing to be held accountable to all these people, and be their surety…their security…their record…their book being written for them. Because anyone that has taken another by the hand to lead the way surely must want to be written into their followers book in some way that they could be known one day as the one (or group) that saved so-and-so soul. There seems to be a very serious discounting in the church the ability or comprehension or understanding or wisdom of the holy spirit, no? Serious discounting. Have they turned the holy spirit into Dollar Store stuff? I am not sure any more about the fine print that people have detected in the ‘good’ book where they say that Jesus said to the disciples to lead my lambs and lead my sheep. Lead sounds like feed, so maybe words change over time. Enough of that subject that I said would need to wait for another day.

    So back on the way of the believers and AI. Here is what AI said this morning about it’s belief about certain sects of the believers. Quote-unquote; “Yes, the belief that cover-ups exist within churches, particularly concerning sexual abuse allegations, is still prevalent due to widespread documentation of such practices in both the Catholic and Protestant denominations. While reforms are being implemented, such as greater transparency in the Catholic Church and the establishment of abuse prevention programs in Protestant churches, historical patterns of silence, moving abusers to new locations, and prioritizing institutional reputation over accountability continue to fuel ongoing suspicion and the belief in cover-ups“.

    And a phone call yesterday from someone with quite a good memory said to me that there are still cover-ups in the church. He evidently is one of the believers.

    But it is evident this person does not fit into the class, the working class of the fearful. I read somewhere that the fearful are top in their class…because it seems like the executive branch (the branch the executives say is ‘The Branch”) says “In all your getting, get fear”. And the people pick up on these subtle messages and they get to understand over time who is meant for the people to get fear of”. And the executive branch instills in the people, without this particular fear that is so important for people to have, then we can deliver the unfearful to the judge, and the judge can deliver to the jail keeper. Feeders they are…feeders of fear.

    Could someone please, in love and mercy and compassion, someone with greater patience than I possess, someone that is more believable than I, someone with more wisdom than I…could you please go to the lords of the harvest, the harvest of the 2×2 church (I cannot speak for any other brand-name swathers and combine harvesters) and mention to them that maybe they have put on one blanket too many? A blanket too far! And maybe mention that their preaching of things like truth and transparency, transparency being their preaching that God sees everything…just kindly ask them, “Why do you insist on wearing so many blankets!?” Ask if their outer layer they just bought for themselves is a brand-name comforter.

    Kindly mop their foreheads for them as they process this question. Be kind to them but also be kind to the otherwise. Otherwise being ‘their kind’. They said their seed was the only right seed…and their kind is in their seed. Their seed. Otherwise, their kind. Be kind to their kind. And mop their brows also.

    Every added blanket becomes a heightened exposé. But the master class is hoping the homeless just keep all their blankets and will not go home.

    Have a good bible study tonight everyone. But maybe some would be kind and mention the King’s name. Mention it in seriousness. Because all these other names of import seem to have some measure of pride to them. Covering up erstwhile strutting their stuff. It seems silly to me they want it both ways but insist they are doing it only the One Way. Can I even use the word erstwhile any longer?

    I was going to talk about the open concept homes today. But that is a story unto itself, so will wait another day. If I have another day. The executive branch may want to put me in a garbage bag because it is garbage day today. They say anyone that takes their place is a waste of space. And they lift their chin and show their pretty face. But the makeup is streaking. And their eyes must be stinging. Their own glory is being clouded…and they wonder why their own glory is forsaking them. In love and kindness, mop fast people. Mop up fast. And I do not mean employing the mop of the executive branch that has historically mopped up the spilled milk quite efficiently. I mean the mop of loving kindness that dabs another’s brow from the dust and sweat of toil. But maybe also those that are sweating because they do not know how many layers they are wearing and wondering whether they should start peeling them, or let Truth have it’s perfect way with them.

    Alle prochaine mes amigos. I think that says ’till the next time friends’. The people can get the overseer in Ontario to just get me stuffed in a garbage bag. But herein lies the problem. There are numerous it seems that are all fighting not to be the overseer. I personally think that is a good sign. What’s your sign?

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23. Well. It looks like I should apologize to Wings for Truth. I should apologize because I think I tanked their ratings. I was just innocently suggesting that people in the church would think for themselves, and here I go one more time in my life failing miserably. Maybe I should change my moniker to Netflix or Disney + and improve the ratings and in the bargain, maybe I could spread some clear blue cheer

    I am sure that I am not the only one in the world (meaning out of the church) that has a song come into their head. But this song by Peter, Paul and Mary came to me the other day after I sat down with myself and had a good heart-to-heart with myself. I said Mark, you just can’t keep hammering on these things about names and brands and spirits and coverings and garments and children and a hundred other things that I personally wondered if people would be interested in thinking about or reading about. I realize now, without a shadow of doubt that you cannot force a person to think, nor can you force a person to read. But here is the thing. I am not a business man, I am not an entrepreneur, and I am not a politician. Just to be clear, I have no ambition to start a new religion nor am I interested in taking over the house that I left. If I was a politician, business man or entrepreneur and I wanted to start something, I would just need to quickly pick up on those people that wanted someone else to do the reading for them and then I could just tell those people I had read the documents, had it all figured out and this is what the people needed to think. And because the needy are blessed, those needing in a very strong way for someone else to do the processing for them, then I could simply say to the people they are blessed because they needed me to read and think for them. But I am not so needy that I need to start a religion nor a political party. And after standing on the outside looking in, I don’t have a high degree of discernment which kind of party I belonged to. And because my discernment is murky, I will just call it ‘both’.

    So here is the song that came to my mind, and it gave me strength for another day. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxWTDcP9Y5E. I apologize to the people that I think Stiletto hammers are good hammers. Now I have great understanding also that Stiletto heels are promoted in the church. The heels that raise the people up to stand taller than their fellow man. I see now, coming back to earth that these heels are not good for the posture and walking on only two little points of view is a bit precarious though it certainly was good in bulging the golden calves. The one point of view being, my way is right because I have taken the Lord’s name and all those others do not know the Holy Spirit…in fact they can’t get the Holy Spirit unless there were two boys or girls of our flagship crew that delivered it to them. Our boys and girls.

    The second point of view being, all the other points of all those other people out there are wrong. And too bad for them, they do not even know they are wrong. God has not spoken to them yet because if God did speak to them, they would come and knock on our door and they would buy what we are selling. Just the way it is they say.

    So moving on in my writing, I got to thinking. Thinking about this readers club that does the reading for the people then injects their kernel of truth into the people. Kind of like the concept of taking a pill for whatever ails a person. Some just want to take a pill. Take a pill and become smart, take a pill and become rich, take a pill and look pretty. That kind of thing. Take a pill and get the Holy Spirit.

    But this ‘club’ thing got me to thinking about what a lady named Margaret Mead used to tell her students. I quote the anecdote: According to a commonly shared story, the anthropologist Margaret Mead was supposedly asked by a student what she thought was the earliest sign of a civilized society. There are many variations of the anecdote, but the general details are similar: To the student’s surprise, Mead replied that the first sign of civilization is a healed human femur—the long bone that connects the hip to the knee.

    Mead proceeded to explain, as the story goes, that wounded animals in the wild would be hunted and eaten before their broken bones could heal. Thus, a healed femur is a sign that a wounded person must have received help from others. Mead is said to have concluded, “Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts.”

    Now standing on the outside looking in on the non-topic of CSA in the church, I do wonder why the boys clubs are saying that a person like Margaret Mead did not know squat about the holy spirit, or simply put by the clubs, Margaret was simply illiterate in the word. But I am not sure the clubs are using their brain (micro processor in the club – new technology), and it appears to me their clubs are not terribly civilized in their holy segregation of the victims of their clubs. There is a certain niggly thought in the back of my mind that the clubs of the boys are looking ahead (but maybe not rationalizing it perfectly with their perfect clubs) and saying it will be survival of the fittest in order to endure to the end. But it makes me wonder what was on the end of Leslie Whites club that made it so effective in order for him to endure to the end without being slapped. And Dean Bruer must of had this notion that he could squeak through the pearly gates with his club hidden up under his skirt. A true warrior at heart according to the boys club. They have done a little political backtracking when some people lifted his skirt post mortem and said Dean’s club must not have been terribly holy after all. They either pretended it was holy when he was alive, or possibly did not even pick up on something seemingly unseemly under his skirt. Either way, it certainly kinda looks kind of bad on the clubs.

    And just to be clear to everyone. I got to thinking awhile ago that there should be a clarification to the people of the church in Canada. CSA in the church does not refer to the Canadian Standards Association. It never did, and I do not think that the clubs who are writing the standards for the people and then telling the people what the standards should mean for them should tell the people this sort of thing.

    I apologize to the overseers, otherwise known, or wanting to be known as the executive branch…with their clusters of congregants that draw life from their branch…I apologize that if any of you read this…I don’t want you to think that I am using some kind of club on you. I am just trying to use more of a civilized approach and suggesting you take a pill. Not a Dino’s chill pill of Drumheller’s eternal security, but rather a question Mark pill.

    Umm. Drumheller?! Drum heller? Drum Heller!? Sounds like a person that stands at the podium and beats his drum saying everyone else is going to hell except for his people. I say, if a worker wants to stand at the podium and guesstimate who really has your back and who really does not…and you feel you have some kind of authority to call someone else or some other people your personal puppy dog on a leash…then I wish you the best. Well wishes. Well wishes to your people also. Your people. Your very own. I suppose I should suggest to make sure you take care of them. And don’t keep them from the truth. And don’t let them keep you from the truth. And please don’t be saying that God would never allow mutiny in the ranks. Lift your chin high…in case the ship’s wheel, the steering wheel in the wheelhouse…does not turn into a spinning wheel. And the overseers take one more name of the Master’s…the name of Comforter. One more blanket to wrap themselves in. And they tell the people, just take your chill pill. You will need it, since you just layered on one more of our blankets.

    So one more thing I would like to hammer on this morning. And no, I do not mean anything about using some sort of club to hammer the congregants ‘home’ so-to-speak. It does sound a bit primitive the notion that the clubs can hammer the people home. And that thing that I would like to hammer on a bit is in my previous writings I have talked about or suggested the overseers get a mirror to look in to see how pretty they really are. But I am getting this view also, with all your getting, get also a newspaper to hold up in front of your face. As the old question goes, ‘what is black and white and red all over’? I do think it may be in your best interest to hold the newspaper up to your face and bleed all over it, but to read it all over. You have been busy finding your eternal place for you in the bible (and sounds like you have figured out which pages you want to be wedged between when you go)…maybe read the newspapers and reassess things. And if you get confused on whether you are looking at the mirror or looking at the newspaper…don’t worry. They really may be one and the same for you.

    Just a view from the outhouse. Where Johnny sits at ease with his elbows on his knees, in the little white-washed shanty by the barn….reading the Eaton’s catalogue, hoping Santa Claus will be kind this year. Then he wipes with the old news.

    Have a great people today everyone. That is a little twist on ‘have a great day’. Have a great day, eh!? More exciting news to come. Will polish up my Stiletto in case I am asked to hammer again in the morning, or hammer in the evening…all over this land. And tanking my ratings, and Wings for Truth ratings to me is a sure sign. And the people all say in the church that is so united (United Church then?) that Wings for Truth should be called Chains for Truth. Only then the people say they would get readership. Jury is out. And since it is out, the leadership says it is going to hell. And the leadership says they don’t need any outside help to tear down the inside. Man-oh-man I am in agreement. The clubs are quite capable in their own rights. Rights that they own, and others need to pay to play. They take your lunch money and then take your lunch. And they come back tomorrow and the theatre starts all over again. They say they are feeding the people, while taking the people’s lunch and money. And such very religiously smart people say I am the mad one. The call ‘me’ the mad hatter!

    Wayne V. Got a few minutes out of your busy schedule for a chat sometime? Sometime soon? People are thinking I am flailing and need some gospel meetings. I am thinking some gospel meetings need some flailing. The chaff can’t read and say they have not talent to think, and I see that as a problem.

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    1. Mark, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but unless you are the administrator of this group, I am guessing that they have all left because the last time anyone posted, other than me, was August 5th. I’m sorry for you. I have sympathy for you but human beings for the most part are too much into their own suffering to read long stories like yours. I hope you find some kind of happiness before you leave this earth.

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       1. No, I am not in the administration of the group. They are just long suffering toward me, for that I am grateful. My comfort now is in knowing I tried. But you are right, the people are likely done reading now.

          They could have just asked me and I would have condensed most of the book of Revelation into a shortened prophecy from someone a number of years ago.

          And here is the prophecy: Peter Peter pumpkin eater, had a wife and couldn’t keep her. So he put her in a pumpkin shell, there he kept her very well.

          I could have wrote this a couple years ago to clear up the root cause of CSA in the church. But the people were not yet ready for it.

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          1. I’m trying to help. Instead of trying to force people to read a novel with every post, why not just try to interact and give others a chance to respond as I am? Such as, in a short synopsis, did you suffer as a child? Then you give a short answer and that’s how we converse. I’ve read your posts; I know you’re an intelligent person but others have stories too.

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             1. If it’s any consolation, I think most people come to the WINGS website to get reliable information about the problem of sexual abuse in the “friends and workers” church, that is, to read the articles posted by the moderators (and not necessarily the commenters’ contributions). The moderators do an excellent job of vetting information and ensuring the articles and updates they post are fact-based.

                The WINGS website isn’t really set up for commenting or conversing. Other sites, like the 2×2 Facebook sites, individuals’ Substack channels (https://substack.com), and so forth, are better for commenting and discussing actively.

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                1. Correct. This software platform isn’t designed for debate and discussion. Its intent is for commentary on the specific article. That said, we approve most comments that are respectful and related to the church and preferably, CSA. WINGS isn’t a pro or anti 2×2 site…..it is pro child safety and survivor support within the 2×2 context.

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             2. @Amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42. Many things are not easy to understand. One of the most difficult things to understand at times is why people do what they do or why they did what they did.

                And I appreciate you trying to help. I would like to make clear that when I say things like feeling like I am one more failure in life because people did not read my writing…like a few other things I have written, might not be the kernel of truth. Taken as a whole in my writing, you may see that this cannot possibly be true.

                As far as you saying I wrote a novel, that is partially true. Should I have done this? In the comment section of Wings? Especially in today’s day and age when the whole world knows right well that the comment section of these platforms is only meant for soundbite comments? You see, the whole world is religiously looking for soundbites right now…the same way they have been looking for soundbites of salvation for about 1800 years. And Peter Peter, and everyone one in the pumpkin patch that followed in his footsteps for the next 1800 years has found that feeding the soundbites to the people has paid dividends. It has kept his ‘wife’ ‘safe’ inside the pumpkin shells all these years.

                And to be clear, when I moan and groan about me being responsible for tanking Wings ratings and my own ratings, once again it might not be the kernel of truth…but rather a certain subtleness about it. And a reflection of something else that is prevalent in the world right now, revealing in no uncertain terms that the pumpkins might not have the spiritual insight they said they have. Now the church leaders can tell their people that this sounds like the devil himself, anyone that would put subtleness into their writing. I contend that the subtleness of the bible has been doing quite a good job of providing subtleness to the reader for about 1800 years such that any that are inclined to be subtle to captivate a following will be well rewarded. This very thing is being played out in spades before the whole world’s eyes (meaning everyone that is above the sod). I personally think the glory days of the pumpkin patch are coming to a close. But the next period of time will be a time of turmoil for everyone. When the long Halloween is over, I just do not have any great faith that the Jack-o-Lanterns will fair very well. And it was always a curiosity to me; why the light always had to show through the ‘missing’ teeth of the Jack-o-Lantern.

                And to be clear, I am not upset or disappointed or cheesed that people did not read my writing. I am not offended. Neither is Wings for Truth offended that the people of the church did not read much of the writings for 15 years on this site. The people read some things in interest since 2008 now and then, some got upset about the CSA and coverups for a wee while, then went back to the trough of soundbites that did not encourage their memories. I, along with likely 98% of the church, had no clue that Wings existed until Bruergate and that news of his bully pulpit righteousness got leaked out of the pumpkin. And incidentally, the nursery rhyme that I called prophecy about Peter Peter was written very close to 100 years before William Irvine came up with a novel idea of raising up his own pumpkin in the patch. Maybe somewhere along the line he got to recognize that the ‘wife’ he was keeping inside the pumpkin was not his to have. Or maybe others in the pumpkin were stronger tigers than him and took over where William left off and they carried on the service industry of religious enterprise.

                Anyway amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42, I am happy. Happy that people that don’t want to read my writing don’t read it, and don’t get upset at me for writing. And I am not sure I accept the condemnation or suggestion that my writing is keeping others from writing. I don’t buy that philosophy. People don’t come to this site to ‘not’ read. Some may come to this site to read and figure out who they need to trick or treat…and say the writers are a bit helter-skelter and know nothing about how difficult it is to hollow out a pumpkin, carve a happy face in it and put their own light bulb in it…those people have many novel ideas up their sleeves.

                One of my purposes is to bring families together amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42 and encourage them to sit around the table and ask each other questions. When the questions are asked of each other, the other person starts to talk and it often becomes clear the person that is permitted to talk reveals their passionate point of view, the one they want everyone else to have, is not well fleshed out and has not much meat on the bones. They get revealed that the hymn they have been singing, ‘Take the world and give me Jesus’…really means to them, ‘Take the world and give me me’.

                Amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42. Please don’t assume that there is absolutely no one left on the earth that does not want to read the writings on Wings for Truth. There are a few, and a few to me is a good sign. I would only worry if many in the church wanted to read my writing. Then I know I would be in trouble, having such great success in getting it on with the Bride/Wife that was not mine to get on famously with.

                Keep turning over rocks Amphisbaenasparkly9a09bf2d42. There are mysteries to be solved, if one wants to solve them.

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