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This Is A Call (Part One)

crossThe world encourages us to trust our hearts.  The Bible warns us however that the heart is deceitful and that we should trust in the Lord [Jeremiah 17:9; Proverbs 3:5-6].  Which is better advice?

My mother converted to Catholicism in order to marry my father, who was from a strict Portuguese-Catholic family. When this is done, the Church insists the children be raised Catholic- and there will be children. My parents made an effort at first, enrolling me and my younger sister in catechism classes and reading us Bible stories; they bragged that I could recite the Lord’s Prayer by age two.  I went on to receive my first communion, but then the religious instruction stopped.  Over time our family attended mass less and less.

My growing up was accompanied by a sense of being “set apart.”  It is doubtful to me that this resulted simply from my baptism as an infant, as many others received the same sacrament.  Did God choose me or did I choose Him?  The Bible tells us that God knows each of us, even before conception [Jeremiah 1:5].  I do not presume to say that I am special in any way, but I do recall praying for the truth to be revealed to me.  I rarely accept things as they appear on the surface; I am always careful to examine my own biases and motives, neither wanting to be deceived by myself or any religious authority.  I believe that God has permitted my questioning in order that He might be reproven in the end.  Because my prayers were always to know truth, I was led naturally back to the God of Creation that I have always had a yearning to understand.  With wavering faith, I walked along to this point, where the seeking ends and the mystery deepens.

As a young adult fresh out of high school, I took to recording music and journaling, which soon developed into a poetic form.  I experimented with marijuana as a way to enhance my creativity and communicate with my “higher self,” literally.  My experience was that it aided in removing mental inhibitions. While most of my friends were interested in getting stoned and getting laid, I was introspective; I took my stash back to my room, where I sought to create my own ecosystem, conducive to my late-night writing and recording sessions.  It was almost ritualistic the way I prepared my bong with ice cubes and bottled water.  My room had to be cool, with the window open and ceiling fan humming, lit only by my aquariums and a few candles.  I would burn amber or sandalwood. My music became more abstract, the poetry more stream-of-consciousness.  I experimented with automatic writing and at times believed I was channeling other “intelligences.” I took my sessions into nature, packing a pipe, a lighter, some water, a granola bar, my notebooks and my mini-cassette recorder.  As I hiked along, I would record whatever thoughts, lyrics or musical progressions that came to me.  I brought tobacco and corn meal as an offering to the Earth, for all the insights provided me that day.  I came to believe that nature was God, intrinsically, inseparably- there was nothing supernatural about it.  I had drifted far away from the Church and was heavily steeped in a new-age mysticism of my own concoction.  I felt a sense of peace and comfort, escaping to this other dimension whenever the real world got me down. I would journal through my problems or channel them into my music. It was therapeutic.

I credit my early interest in occult topics to my father, who kept various Time Life and Reader’s Digest volumes around like Mysteries of the Unexplained.  For a kid, I had acquired a fair knowledge of Spiritism, ESP, UFOs, ghosts, time-travel, Bigfoot, etc.  In college I studied cultural anthropology.  I had a curiosity about world religions and ancient civilizations.  One day while browsing a bookstore I liked to frequent, I happened upon a book by Louis T. Culling called The Pristine Yi King, which is Culling’s interpretation of the ancient Chinese I Ching or Book of Changes from the standpoint of a ritual magician.  I suppose it was something about the figures of the hexagrams that grabbed my interest, like a schematic of the universe, I thought.  It wasn’t long before I was waist-deep in the I Ching, Taoism and Zen.  I started my own pen-pal network and newsletter for I Ching enthusiasts and created my own cards for casting the oracle.  I would consult the I Ching frequently for “insight” into life situations.  As I networked and exchanged newsletters with others in the alternative-spirituality community, my interests expanded to include the pre-Christian religions of Europe.  I became attracted to Native American lore, recognizing the similarities in shamanic practice between the ancient peoples of Europe and the Americas.  Being of European ancestry, yet living in North America, it seemed a logical course.  I discovered the trickster tales of Coyote and Iktome as well as the concept of the Medicine Wheel.  I was building a spiritual framework for myself.  Ok, so I was a stoner, equal parts Joseph Campbell and Cat Stevens.  Incredibly though, there was no shortage of books at Barnes & Noble geared specifically for other armchair shamans like myself, presenting a fuzzy synthesis of new-age and neo-pagan beliefs, backed up by very little academic veracity.

I emerged from all this study with a world-view that basically concluded ancient peoples all around the world at one time lived in peace and harmony with the Earth, then Christianity came along and wrecked everything with its doctrines of sin, suffering and salvation.  While I chuckle at my simplistic thinking now, back then it was a very sincere concern of mine.  All the while, I perceived that God was watching over me and that all this knowledge would help me understand His true nature and the purpose of mankind.  I thought, maybe Jesus was misunderstood by the apostles and therefore the message of the Gospel was incorrect.  Or, the Bible was corrupted along the way- something added, something taken away.  Or, some shadowy group of control freaks conspired together to write the books of the Bible as a means to control the masses through fear of damnation, and Abraham, Moses, David, Joseph, Mary, Jesus, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John never really existed.

Despite accumulating all this knowledge, I was hopelessly failing at putting it to good use.  I became melancholy.  I developed a psychological dependence on marijuana.  The increasing responsibilities of work, college and my expanding newsletter began to take their toll.  I was angry.  I was frequently dishonest to cover up my mistakes and inadequacies.  I had neglected my girlfriend, being quite oblivious to the requirements of a relationship.  Then one night, in the midst of our break-up, I had a bad trip.  The stresses of life compounded by my lack of sleep (and one too many bong hits) propelled me into an anxiety attack.  I felt like I was in spiritual danger.  I clutched a silver crucifix that had adorned my grandfather’s casket and pleaded for God to protect me.  I would go to the emergency room that night with heart palpitations.  When I returned home, I attempted to calm down and tell myself that the effects of the marijuana would wear off soon.  I was exhausted, but I resisted the urge to fall asleep for fear I would slip into a coma.  When I finally fell asleep, I had a horrible nightmare:

dog_nightmareI was hiking up in the hills by my home.  This was a familiar location that I hiked to regularly and often stopped there because of the shade to rest and cool down.  There was a small pond there surrounded by trees.  As I approached the pond, I noticed a pack of four or five dogs on the other side.  They were rabidly snarling and snapping at each other as they ripped apart something on the ground- a carcass.  When I came closer to have a look, I realized the carcass was my dead body!  I panicked and started grabbing what I thought were sticks, throwing them at the dogs in desperation until I hit one in the head and they scampered away.  I looked down at my feet and to my horror, I saw that I was picking up bones, not sticks!  In fact, I was standing on piles of human bones!

The nightmare was part of a series of disturbing dreams that night.  For a week, I went about my daily business in what a psychologist would describe as a dissociative state.  I did emerge from this state, but never to be the same again.  Sounds like a ridiculous episode of The 700 Club, you say?  I ditched the I Ching, which proved to be unfathomable, my newsletter, which was expanding into subject matter I had little grasp of, and the marijuana which kept me… stuck.  I focused more heavily on my music for a couple years, until I discovered the internet, which lured me away again into a world of online pagan chats and introduced me to a host of unstable characters, some of which I met “IRL.”  I started smoking marijuana again.  I continued down this lost and lonely road a little further, made a series of bad choices and wound up in a depression again over a couple failed relationships. A buddy of mine who had recently started studying with the Jehovah’s Witnesses started sharing their literature with me, but the message felt a little dumbed down for me.  They were able to familiarize me with several basic Bible teachings, but I was not ready to believe.

Soon I would fall in love with my future wife. We separated from the online chat room where we met, as it was quickly degenerating into a den of gossip and debauchery. We chatted online and over the phone for two years before she bravely made the move from Missouri to California to be with me. We soon married and she became pregnant with our daughter.  I was happier than I had ever been in my life, but as marriage inevitably does, all the problems I had sought to escape in my early twenties were exposed.  I failed to confront my issues with anger, intimacy and honesty, still preferring to escape problems instead of dealing with them.  Years of financial instability, constant moving and ongoing family disputes nearly destroyed my marriage and left my wife in pieces.  I felt empty inside too.  I was blessed with a wonderful family, but struggled to connect with them because, essentially, I had lost my connection to the true and living God.

If it were not for my faithful and loving wife, I might have exited the story here. For months I threatened to leave, I acted incredibly selfish and cruel; I was in full recoil.   I once told my wife that she was just holding on to me for fear of being cast into the void. When she asked a nun what she should do to help our marriage, the nun responded by telling her to pray for me, because it was I who was in the void. Despite my reprehensible treatment of my wife, she prayed for me; she prayed for our marriage, through all her fear and pain. Her commitment to our marriage taught me invaluable lessons about faith, sacrifice, trust and love.

In an effort to save my marriage, I went to my first confession and broke down about all my transgressions.  I would meet monthly with the priest who heard my confession, a Jesuit.  I desired spiritual counseling, as opposed to secular, psychological analysis.  The priest was surprisingly down-to-earth and easy to talk with, to a fault; what I really needed was Jesus, not an easy-going priest.  I wanted a moral reprimand; I wanted His love and direction.  I felt I wasn’t getting the help I needed, and was left to fend for myself.

I was drawn to reggae music for a time.  The idea that we were all living under oppression in a figurative Babylon seemed appropriate to living in America circa 2014.  Biblical themes of justice, perseverance and reliance on God run throughout reggae music, with bands frequently incorporating Scripture into their song lyrics.  While I understood the incompatibility of Rastafarianism and Christianity, I overlooked that for the moment and sought to connect with the broader, mystical “Jah” vibe.

Although I felt I was drawing closer to God, my heart was still languishing in sin.  I continued to pray on a regular basis, for strength to defeat my demons and lift up my family.  I did not understand what surrendering to God meant.  It did not mean trying harder, it meant giving up and admitting defeat.  Understanding this was the key to my conversion.  I let go the reins of my life, handed them over to Jesus and said, “Only you can do this.”  Instead of praying for strength, I began to pray for Jesus to transform my heart. He responded. Apparently, He was well aware of my lacking faith and skepticism.  I was working out an intellectual understanding of God and Creation, but I was missing that heart-to-heart relationship with Jesus.  Then, I experienced a visitation while at work:

angel_visitationI work in wood manufacturing.  As I would normally do, I was sorting through wood frame pieces and grading their quality as they scooted toward me on a conveyor belt.  From there I banded the pieces together and stacked the bundles on pallets.  It is fast-paced and repetitive. Often the work becomes automatic and I find myself lost in my thoughts and the music playing in my headphones.  One particular morning around 10 a.m. I noticed the ambient light of my workspace increase dramatically.  Although I did not physically see it, I sensed a presence slightly behind and to the left of me that was very tall, radiating a golden-white light.  I recognized the holiness of this being as it communicated with me, not with words but telepathically, through an “emotional uplink” of sorts.  It is very hard to describe how this communication occurred.  It was like having an intense spotlight on me, a light that burned through all my layers of protection, all my deceptions, all my excuses, from which there is no hiding.  It was overwhelming and frightening but understanding and merciful at the same time.  I was brought to tears. This was a messenger from God- an angel.  I am henceforth convinced!  I received the moral reprimand that I desired and the confirmation that my skeptical mind needed.  This was a communication from God the Father, for it was a spiritual father whom I needed to direct me.  I thought, if this is what it feels like to be in the presence of an angel, how incredible it must feel like in the presence of God Himself.

I developed a hunger for the Word.  I began listening to Catholic radio.  I began reading the Holy Scriptures.  I began seeing the world through new eyes.  It was like I was re-aligning myself with Truth; my questions were being answered; things I failed to understand starting making sense.  I considered returning to the Church with a full confession to receive my confirmation.  Thanks to my wife, I was already listening to The Alex Jones Show regularly and was quickly awakening to the state of the world.  Not only was I transforming in my spirit, but my politics and worldview were changing as well. I recognized that Alex was a Christian.  It was through him that I learned of Steve Quayle, whom he interviewed about Jade Helm back in April.  I gravitated to Steve instantly, and sought out more of his interviews.  I too had gotten swept up in the Ancient Aliens craze, but felt as if the alien explanation was missing something.  After hearing a Steve Quayle interview in which he discussed the fallen angels and Nephilim, everything clicked. I found The Hagmann & Hagmann Report, where Steve is often brought on to speak with Pastor David Lankford, who became another favorite speaker of mine.  I discovered Rick Wiles, Paul McGuire, Nathan Leal and other watchmen, all of whom resonated with me because of their passion for Jesus Christ and in-depth analysis of Scripture and Bible prophecy.  Their general scorn towards the Roman Catholic Church, in particular the Pope and Vatican, has caused me to rethink where I belong within the body of the Church, but I’ll save that discussion for another post, This Is A Call (Part Two).

I abandoned ideas for novels and screenplays I was working on. The focus of this blog shifted.  I have no doubt that it is the Holy Spirit who has acted on me and led me here, pulling me down from the fence and back into camp.  I suppose it is the urgency of our times that is compelling people to decide on which side they fall.  I believe there is a sorting occurring now.  I predict in the coming weeks, months and years, we will experience many surprises as celebrities and other public figures choose sides.  Those we thought were atheist may suddenly proclaim Jesus Christ; those we once thought righteous will come to embrace the Evil One. We will see this sorting amongst our friends and family as well.  Believers will be challenged and faith will be put to the test.

While Christians are looking to science to prove the existence of God, scientists are turning to God for answers.  It is strange that I am being called back to God and the Church at a time when Christians are under attack around the globe and the Catholic Church is headed up by a Pope that seems all too comfortable in the political realm.  I find it ironic that I am returning to God during such a tumultuous time, when it would be far easier to embrace the wind and drift along with the current of the world’s hedonistic, YOLO ideology. Now more than ever, perversion is excused, blasphemy is celebrated and immorality is protected by law. The world today provides a very cozy environment for the unrepentant sinner.

But I know what that spotlight feels like…


Can We Resurrect America?

phoenixMy last article for One American was written back in January 2014 (Dolly, Google And Original Sin). What has transpired between then and now, both personally and globally, I plan to break down and write about here over the next several weeks.  There are also several posts I had planned on writing this previous year, which were never completed.  Once finished, these will appear on my blog around the original intended time of publication.

Work, family, illness and my own spiritual transformation has kept me busy in other realms for the past year or so, which is a detrimental amount of time in the blogosphere if you’re concerned with maintaining relevance and a readership.

Back in 2013, at the beginning of my quest, my desire for e-mail security led me to hushmail.com, but for a free account one must sign in once every three weeks or it’s deleted.  Easy right?  Yeah, that’s what I said. After going through five (!) hushmail accounts, I decided to settle on Yandex instead.  My new e-mail contact is: just.one.american@yandex.com.  Please contact me here from now on.  Soon my inbox will be overflowing with belligerent comments, death threats and mysterious leads, right?

For the safety of my family I was urged to steer clear of a possible Sandy Hook story, an interview in fact, with a former associate of the alleged shooter’s father, Peter Lanza. In short, she believed the school shooting was staged to cover up a plan to murder the entire Lanza family.  Was Adam Lanza used in an assassination plot?  Did Peter Lanza know something?  She didn’t elaborate on why she came to believe this, but once commented to me that she had left New York because of the politics- this being before Bloomberg took over.  She used the word “fled” so obviously something more than liberal-mania had driven her away to refuge in the mountains of Montana.  This same person also told me that she was once led to a room where she observed dozens of agents sitting around computer screens tapping into security camera systems at will- any camera system, from convenience stores to sports arenas to traffic cameras, home CCTV systems, etc.  I wanted to find out more, but after a short stint here, she was off again to another state.  Perhaps it’s better off that way.

One American went dormant in January 2014.  In April of 2014, I attempted to resume blogging with a post entitled “Life On Earth,” but again had to focus on issues closer to home.  I’ve since deleted that post and I am starting over again here, one year later, a completely changed person with a new perspective.  One American is evolving, in a sense.  So, while it may appear that my posts from here on out repel against earlier ones, have no fear, it is only because I am operating from a fuller and more complete understanding.  I have made no attempt to revise my earlier posts, although I can say I see world events in a new light now.

I am finding that there are other levels of awareness revealed to us, if we remain on the path of seeking truth.  In the span of just a few years, I have traveled from that initial gut feeling of “something is not right” to the realization that at every level our world is under a grand deception.  Is it not obvious that as individuals and as a civilization, we are all being accelerated toward a great revelation?  Lines are being drawn and we are all being called to decide where our allegiances lie.

I am not as well versed in history as say, Alex Jones.  I certainly do not have the time to pour over as much news and information.  I admit, I do not know a great deal about economics, military tactics or even geopolitics.  I am a product of my environment, a laborer.  I am an average person really, rooted in common sense, rational, curious, a seeker of truth.  I have endeavored to educate myself beyond society’s expectations of me.  This is my perspective- and I suspect there are others like me out there.  I have seen enough of the world to understand just how I have been deceived.

One American has never been just about politics.  I feel like I have attempted to illuminate an intersection of politics, culture, science, life and spirituality with my writing.  Now, well into 2015, with our Republic crumbling, it has become increasingly difficult to expect political solutions for what ails our society.  I am now emerging from this extended period of reflection asking this burning question: Will America survive what’s coming?   What is coming?  I may be able to resurrect my blog, but can we resurrect America?  Surely I’m not foolish enough to believe that if we manage to elect, say, a Rand Paul for President in 2016, we can “fix” America.  At best, we may be able to stem the tide of destruction and buy some time, time to help people understand the plot against them, perhaps leading to a revival of American liberty and a return to Constitutional values.  That will not happen though unless we understand these words:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed;

– United States Declaration of Independence

The problem here is this: First and foremost, we have forgotten our Creator.  From this error we have come to substitute the government for God as responsible for bestowing our rights.  Following in this delusion, we have been persuaded to believe that in a democracy, the majority can act to abolish certain rights.  So, not only have we have consented to having our rights stripped away by our silence, but by our collective rebuke of God.

I predict that the 2016 presidential election will be the most rigged in our history.  Or, perhaps not, because, does it really matter who’s elected when the very apparatus of our representative government has been rotted out by reliance on executive action and secretive treaties like the Trans-Pacific Partnership, between global, corporate entities that supersede our sovereignty?   As we solider on, you will find me voting with my conscience and my dollars, but placing my trust in God.

More details to come…


Redskins: A Black And White Issue?

I jim_thorpeam just as annoyed as anyone by our nation’s propensity for political correctness, because it is frequently condescending and spoken by people who believe their careful words can hide their true feelings.  But there is a difference between political correctness and sincerity.  There is also a difference between placating people and bestowing honor.

This year, coinciding with the annual dispute over the celebration of Columbus Day, President Obama once again stirred up racial divisions by inserting himself into the debate over the use of the name “Redskins” by Washington’s NFL franchise team.  In an AP interview, the President said he would “think about changing” the name if he owned the team.  Many people, Native Americans especially, consider the term “redskin” an offensive racial slur.  Leaders from various Native American groups have called upon Redskins owner Dan Snyder to change the team’s name, but Snyder has been defiant, saying he will “never” change the name, citing the team’s storied eighty year history.  While it’s hard to see how a football team’s eighty year history trumps thousands of years of indigenous culture, most Americans remain opposed to a name change.

The Washington Redskins are just one of countless sports teams across the nation, both professional and academic, which have appropriated Native American cultural symbols: arrowheads, war bonnets, tomahawks, feathers, etc. and paired them with “native” names like “Indians”, “braves”, “savages”, “chiefs”, “warriors”, etc.  The result is an amalgamation of cultural confusion not unlike that which occurs in the aftermath of any culture-clash.  History shows us that a variety of reactions always emerge from cultural conflicts.  There are always groups calling for a return to traditional ways, those urging an adoption of the dominant culture, and those seeking a middle-ground of mutual understanding, respect and co-existence.   In America we find all of these, including the descendants of European settlers co-opting Native traditions.  As a descendant of European settlers, it’s bothersome for me to see my people adopting the trappings of Native culture in their desire to be more “spiritual”, “tribal” or otherwise “in tune” with the Earth.  Hanging a dream catcher from your rear-view mirror doesn’t solve that problem.  In their ignorance, they believe this somehow honors Native people.  When it comes to football, many people believe the Redskins name honors Native Americans.  But it’s hard to make that argument when the very people they claim to be honoring say the name does not honor them.  And I’m pretty sure dressing up in war paint and feathers for a game, getting drunk and mocking traditional spiritual songs with chants of “hey-ya-hey-ya” doesn’t honor them either.

While I agree with Alex Jones that President Obama pounced on the mascot debate as a way to exaggerate the prevalence of racism in America and distract from the government shutdown debacle and the disaster that is Obamacare, I disagree with his belief that the team name honors Native Americans.  In a recent Infowars broadcast, he compares the Redskins to other NFL teams like the Minnesota Vikings, believing the name Redskins similarly conveys bravery, honor and strength.  There are a couple of problems with this comparison however.  I staunchly defend Alex Jones against accusations of racism, but I believe he is misinformed in this case.  Native American tribes are sovereign nations and they exist as such to this day.  The Vikings were an ancient, seafaring people, who’s culture has since been absorbed by modern society over the centuries, much like the ancient Celts, Saxons, Hittites, Vandals, etc.  The term “Viking” is from the Old Norse and means roughly, “one who takes part in an overseas expedition”; unlike “redskin”, there is no derogatory association.   Although, if any modern-day Vikings existed, they might very well protest the romanticized image of a gruff, blonde-haired warrior, complete with horned helmet, which historians conclude was only used in religious ceremonies, not in battle.  They might also protest their entire culture being reduced to a football mascot.  “Redskin” is a slur, the same as “nigger” or “wetback” or “slanty-eye”.  Yes, so we’re told Native Americans called Europeans “paleface”- arguably also a slur.  Personally, I’m not offended, but I might be if a Native-owned football team called themselves the Plymouth Palefaces and made the likeness of say, a crazed Reverend Dimmesdale spiking a football their logo!

So what about other teams, like the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame?  Their mascot is basically a bare-knuckled boxing leprechaun.  Pretty offensive if you’re of Irish decent, right?  In this case, maybe not.  Why?  Because the Irish people have become part of the dominant culture in America.  I suspect the case might be different if the team was owned by an English lord in the sixteenth century.  So, it’s also a matter of setting.  Native Americans are not part of the dominant culture; they continue to suffer the devastating effects of European colonization and a great many live in startling poverty.  What becomes lost to history is the fact that each tribe of the Americas had a unique culture; for a long period of time, their collective way of life was officially targeted by the U.S. government for complete eradication.  Dan Snyder didn’t personally conquer the Natives, but he certainly profits from their “brave” legacy.

With that being said, not all Natives are offended by the team’s name.  Not all Natives take offense to being called “Indians” or “American Indians”, despite the fact that the term originates from Christopher Columbus’ faulty conclusion that he had landed in the East Indies when he came ashore in the Caribbean; he called the indigenous people he found living there indios.  I live on a reservation in Montana and have personally witnessed tribal members wearing Washington Redskins jackets and Cleveland Indians hats; for some it is a matter of pride.  Many call each other Indians.  Whether or not that should be discouraged is not really for me to decide.  Similarly, in the song Sucka Nigga (1993) by the group A Tribe Called Quest, Q-Tip raps, “And being that we use it as a term of endearment” in reference to the word “nigger”, pointing out that for many young Black people, the word serves as an expression of friendship.  The song was part commentary on the heated debate over the use of the word at the time. Some African-American people are offended by the word, others are not.  Some prefer to be called “Black” instead of African-American.  For most, whether or not an offense has been committed depends entirely on whom is using the word and whom it’s directed at.  I don’t recall ever hearing a Native call another Native “redskin”.  It’s not necessarily the wording you choose, but what’s in your heart that matters; that’s the general consensus.  But that wording can still evoke pain.

I have to agree with Obama and Bob Costas here, who called the team’s name an “insult” and a “slur” during NBC’s Sunday Night Football broadcast (featuring the Washington Redskins vs. the Dallas Cowboys ironically), although the manner in which these types of political distractions are disseminated to the people (frequently through NBC) is questionable.  The political pressure is on and the media is gearing up.  We don’t need the government to step in here; we should leave it up to the people to protest or boycott the Redskins or the NFL if they see fit.  But I do think Dan Snyder, the NFL and much of the conservative media need to lend an ear to Native people’s objections.  I’m sure most Natives feel there are more pressing issues concerning their people that they’d rather have the President address, and Bob Costas never took issue with the name Redskins before that I can recall, but changing the team’s name would serve as an important gesture of respect, nonetheless.


Who Are “They”?

manBe sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.

[1 Peter 5:8]

You may notice I use the pronoun “they” frequently.  Perhaps that’s sloppy journalism.  No problem.  According to Senator Dianne Feinstein, I’m not a real journalist anyways, because I didn’t go to school to earn a degree in Journalism and I’m not employed by a mainstream media corporation.  By this twisted logic, she argues that I’m not protected by the “freedom of the press” clause in the First Amendment of the Constitution.  No problem.  I’m still protected by the “freedom of speech” clause.  Of course this is just one more attempt to weaken the Bill of Rights and further suppress dissenting voices, this time by attacking bloggers and independent media.  Regardless, I do possess a sense of journalistic integrity and I feel obligated to provide as much for my readers.  So who are “they”?  Is Dianne Feinstein among their ranks?

What is a good definition of “they”?  If you happen to listen to Alex Jones, you’ll hear him refer to “globalists” a lot, which is less vague, but I tend to avoid that term. The globalists Alex Jones exposes are not the kum-ba-ya, one-love, utopian types, they’re more like the psychopathic, evil, world-domination types.  When I think of globalists, I think of hippies.  But clearly, “they” are not hippies, or ex-hippies even, although many masquerade as Liberals.  Maybe globalism doesn’t sound threatening enough.

Up until recently I viewed the idea of world government as a necessary and positive progression of civilization; moving away from Nationalism toward a more global, human community.  Once that was accomplished, I figured, the human species could then begin to solve the problems that have plagued us for centuries: war, famine, disease, poverty, etc.  The United Nations was a step in the right direction, naturally.  And, in a few hundred years perhaps we’d inhabit a universe like Star Trek, where these problems are long gone for the human race and what constitutes scandalous behavior is a starship Captain procuring a special vintage of real alcohol, racing off at warp eight to save a doomed planet, defying the Prime Directive of non-interference.  The prognosis?  Grim.  What would it take to unite the world?  An alien invasion?  A global catastrophe?  These are questions “they” have surely considered.

“They” are not the people of the world.  The people of the world have always languished under authoritarian control, in every era, in every place on Earth.  “They” are not strictly the civilian governments or politicians or business people of the world.  “They” are not the rich.  “They” are not the whites.  “They” are not American.  “They” are not you, or me.  “They” are a hard group to identify, but there are clues.  The clues are in their actions.  Their actions reveal who they serve, as enemies of mankind.  In this sense, “they” are individuals and groups of individuals, working surreptitiously to undermine humanity and enslave us for the sole benefit of themselves, and are found operating in all sectors of society.

The enemies of mankind are deceitful.  Often their actions are in direct contrast to their rhetoric.  We find many examples of this in the federal government.  For example, if they really wanted to win the so-called “war on drugs” then they would stop using the CIA to manage the drug trade, importing illicit drugs into the country.  They would legalize marijuana, thereby slashing the power of the drug cartels along the Mexican border.  But the “war on drugs” is too lucrative.  So is the “war on terror” and the innumerable other conflicts being waged around the world.  If they were truly interested in peace and stability, then they would stop supporting unpopular, despotic leaders as long as they are malleable to American interests, and they would stop using radicals to stir up tensions and spark revolts in those same countries when they need to install a new puppet they can control.  “They” play both sides.  The past century is replete with examples of the CIA manipulating political outcomes in other countries: Greece, Iran, Guatemala, Vietnam, Laos, Haiti, Congo, Ecuador, Bolivia, Cambodia, El Salvador, Panama and Iraq- just to name a few.

Little has changed in the twenty-first century.  Our leaders speak about spreading freedom and democracy while systematically toppling democratically elected leaders around the world.  They portray themselves as humanitarians rushing to the aid of the oppressed, while ignoring human rights abuses and genocide.  Why?  Because “they” hold positions of power and influence within the civilian government.  George W. Bush said in remarks about his presidential legacy, “I surrounded myself with good people… I carefully considered the advice of smart, capable people and made tough decisions.”  Even our President is a puppet “they” control.  If you’re not particularly bright when it comes to foreign policy or economics, you merely appoint advisers and “experts” to your Cabinet who make those tough decisions for you.  These “experts” are more accurately cronies– former defense contractors, pharmaceutical and biotech industry leaders and Wall Street bankers- who are not elected by the American people and therefore do not have the American people’s interests in mind.  “They” are totally unaccountable to the people and are frequently behind such legislative monstrosities as the Affordable Care Act, which has little to do with providing affordable healthcare and everything to do with expanding the federal government’s control over our lives.  If they really wanted to help rescue the nation’s healthcare system, the FDA would stop allowing poisons to be added to our food and water supply.  They would stop approving drugs and vaccines that destroy our body’s immune and neurological systems.  They would stop harassing companies that produce natural remedies and doctors who promote nutrition to prevent diseases like cancer, heart disease and diabetes.  They would stop legislating against home gardens and farmer’s markets.

The list of problems that could be righted by eliminating this corrupt influence is long.  If they wanted to help relieve the pressure on the failing and overcrowded public education system, they would encourage more homeschooling, instead of seeking to ban it in states like California.  If they wanted to bolster homeland security against terrorist threats and foreign invasions, they would encourage the proliferation of civilian militias instead of seeking to limit the Second Amendment and treating American citizens like criminals.  If they wanted to empower citizens against disasters, both natural and man-made, they would encourage self-reliance, survival skills and preparation, instead of targeting preppers and survivalists and building FEMA camps to imprison the population in the event of chaos and civil unrest.  If they wanted to create jobs, they would stop forcing manufacturing companies to leave for China, India and Mexico, and small business growth to stagnate because of draconian federal regulation and taxation.

What do they want then?  Nothing short of complete control.

Call them globalists or authoritarians or criminals.  Call them evil, call them satanic if you must.  But follow the money and examine the legislation they support.  These clues will help identify who “they” are.  The United States government is not the only example of an institution that has been infiltrated.  Many private companies, non-profit organizations, universities, churches and nations of the world are in the grip of corruption.  The myth of the United Nations as a means of achieving global harmony is crumbling.    Standing in the way of their agenda will help defeat them and restore freedom and self-rule to the people of the planet.

Be sober.  Be vigilant.