The History of the “Money Changers”

http://www.iamthewitness.com/DarylBradfordSmith_Bankers.htm
You will be shocked.

True Spirituality The Miracle of Being - The Coming Age of Consciousness Science

http://danielendy.multiply.com/journal/item/52/The_Coming_Age_of_Consciousness_Science
Science and Spirituality thoughts on the state of the matter.

Isaac on Candid View

Isaac didn't know his friend's camera was recording..!

Isaac in Action

Isaac Being Isaac

Isaac is contemplating his utter limits:

Animal Archetypes

“Animal Archetypes”

One early spring day I decided to drop in on Janice McKay and her sister Daisy. They were pretty good friends who always enjoyed me dropping in. It was early in the day, probably around noon when I showed up. Janice as usual was itching to do something instead of just sitting around being “bored”. Janice was the driving force between these two, and Daisy just kind of went with the flow of things. So after we thought about it for awhile, we figured that a pretty day that wasn’t chilly should be spent at Cooks Recreation area on the lake. So we drove up there and generally clowned around, acted silly and laughed a lot.

But leave it to me to bring up the subject of my latest curiosities. I asked them what kind of animals they would be. Of course Janice piped right up with an enthusiastic, “I’m a cat!” To which we all agreed she was definitely a cat. Daisy was a bit tougher and I think we decided she was some kind of dog. A lot of laughing and poking fun ensued and then I told them to guess my type. Janice suggested a bear and Daisy sort of agreed. But I led them to the gorilla archetype and they got a big laugh out of that. Janice exclaimed, “Yeh Bryson, You sure are a monkey!” Such laughing was going on since girls just love to tease me. Janice challenged me to be a gorilla, “Act like a gorilla!” So I did.

I began to subvert my humanity and take on a gorilla. Calmly, placidly I moved and I could feel that I was a gorilla. The feeling became stronger and I was losing myself in the transformation as I moved easily and observed. Suddenly both of Janice and Daisy were squealing and exclaiming remarks. They started begging me to stop! “He’s really turning into a gorilla!” They both became scared and they were calling earnestly for me to stop. Realizing I was a convincing actor to them, I certainly didn’t want to frighten them. I stopped and just laughed at them. But they were still in shock and both were saying to each other and to me, “You really turned into a gorilla!” “He became a gorilla!” They weren’t funning anymore; they had actually been frightened.

Of course after this event, my transformation into a gorilla was the topic of choice for Janice to all my other friends, with Daisy attesting to the truth of it all. I soon realized that the mindsets among certain of my friends, was to take this seriously enough to act upon it, which they did.

A friend of mine named Van, heard all the details from Janice and Daisy, and he came looking for me within a couple of days. Of course I was easy to find and Van met me at the market where we all liked to pit stop. He was in a good mood and seemed to have some plans of some kind. He suggested I jump in his car and we could go for a ride. Van was being sort of insistent with me in a way that suggested he had some expectations of excitement. He told me that he had somebody he wanted me to meet. I asked who, but all he would say is that it’s a girl. Did I know her? Why do you want me to meet her? He was just reassuring but gave no reasons and told me that I had never met her. Well an adventure waited for my curiosity, so away we rode!

Surprisingly, Van drove us into a neighborhood that I knew of, but it certainly wasn’t a place I went to. It was a place called Tulip Grove. Van drove to a house and pulled in the driveway. Now I was mystified about what was going on. Van told me to come on, and led the way to the front door and knocked. The door opened and there was a young dark haired girl greeting us with quiet placid expectation. She immediately invited us inside in a quiet way, and led us to the den. She and Van talked like comfortable old friends, though I had never ever seen her with Van. We were introduced, and she looked at me freely without self consciousness. I sensed both approval and a question in her eyes. Not just any question, but the “Are you my man?” question. I realized I was being looked at as a potential boyfriend by this young girl who had obviously been expecting us. But why was she interested in me? Why were we being matched up like this?

As I watched her easy relaxed body language, her thin extra feminine frame, I had to admit this quiet girl was very attractive. She had the fair skin, the long dark hair, pretty eyes and something about her that was a little strange. There was an aura about her that was subtly apparent, but undeniably there. She had the subtleties of a gorilla like aura in her features. Far from grotesque, she was actually very fine boned and pretty. Yet the aura was like a subtle spice. When she looked at me it was soulful. This young girl wanted to know if I was interested in her.

The whole situation took me completely off guard. I simply was not ready to be paired off according to being a gorilla type. I didn’t like this set up. She may have been a wonderful girl, but I never took the time to find out and refused to be interested. After a bit Van excused us and we left. On the ride back, Van was enthusiastically prodding me about what I thought of her. Did I like her? Do you think she’s pretty? She’s interested in you! I had little to comment about her. I was actually kind of surprised that people could take this archetype thing this far.

I also began to wonder just who all was in on this stuff? Did everyone know about this, including pretty young girls who want to be like animal mates? Am I the last person to catch onto this stuff? I was beginning to have a shift in how I perceived people. I perceived them as either knowing, or not knowing. So far a lot of subtle people seem to be in the knowing group. It seemed that Van was in. Or if he wasn’t, he just seemed to be able to play along well with a game like situation of animal archetypes.

But when Van said “I have somebody I want you to meet”, the phrase stood out to me.

It became a catch phrase that I soon heard over and over from many strangers, always said in exactly the same way.

“Intercession Impression”

 

On this day I decided to go walking toward Earhart Road which is quite a way to walk. But I did I recalled enjoying the intrigue of my magic walks and the events occurring around them. finally get to Earhart Road and was walking up that road when I heard the Bird. Now the voice of the Bird has been the one friendly voice I trusted. The spaceman was whistling like a bird and he seemed to be my type of individual. He was listening to my thoughts and started responding to me. I had liked this guy and his optimistic view of things, his “significance” themes, his powers and ability of controlling human perceptions, were really neat technologies. I even hoped he might let me ride in his hotrod spaceship. Today though, the Spaceman’s contact with me seemed darker and creepier. It didn’t help that as a counter call to the voice of the bird, the squeaking gate sound seemed to making a goad of itself. It was like some kind of dual was going on. Some point of conflict was in the air. This day, the whole feeling of this song of the bird combined with the squeaking gate sound, was toxic and really creeping me out. It was almost like a good guy, bad guy interrogation of some kind. As I walked, the topic of the conversation became about my belief that I thought I was something religiously significant: that I’m the Holy Spirit. There seemed to be contention in the very air. Was this a day a spiritual testing for me? Why am I being challenged on this? Why are the squeaking gates goading me as if anxious to see me fail the test of this question? Why is the shrill flute even in the same conversation as the bird with me?

I had just topped the hill which was at the end of the big S-curve, when the antagonist posed a frightening question to me; a question that was terribly challenging.

“If you are the Holy Spirit, can you take the punishment of everyone so that they can go to Heaven? Can you go to hell for their sakes?”

I was shocked, repulsed, and stunned by such a scenario! How had this idea come to the table? Was God expecting me to take the punishment for others? I didn’t think being the Holy Spirit involved anything as drastic as that! I thought this was going to be fun! Now I’m being asked if I can do something like that for other people that I don’t even know! Was God really expecting such a thing? I felt revulsion at such a concept. Yet even so, I felt deference to higher authority, since we are talking God here, and I’m the Holy Spirit!

At this point I felt fear and was under extreme psychological pressure, and a kind of existential spiritual agony. It was coming to me as some kind of spiritual ultimatum and it all felt like duress. I wanted to be on the good side with God, but sacrificing myself for others, which would leave me in the misery of final judgment, was asking a bit much. I took the question so seriously that I had to think about whether I could accept this mission. I was beginning to feel the pains of terror. I love people and I want the best for them, but what about me? As I walked I became more and more terrified and yet more serious about what I should say to God. This bird had really fowled me up on this question. It didn’t help that the goading sour sound of the squeaking gate was following me. It was like a glee of evil to me that was happy at my misfortune. The question along with this pessimistic ambience of a sour sound following me added to the dread and terror I was beginning to feel.

After a bit I decided that I had to do what God wanted, but I didn’t like it. I loved my existence and it was precious to me. It was a hard thing! I went into some woods off the road a bit and a great light started appearing in the sky with burning brilliance. I was terrified and just knew some big fire of God was about to take me. As I watched it, I realized it was just the landing lights of a jet plane that had turned my direction. I realized that I was losing it, just to have been frightened by a plane’s light! I sat at the base of a tree and began to mourn my fate of being the one to intercede for the rest of humanity. At the base of the tree I was in agony and wept until my energy was depleted. It began to grow dark.

As the dark descended, I felt no comfort being in the woods and so walked out to the road as the dark set fully in around me. I walked onward to John Hagar Road and turned right, which was another route toward home. I was emotionally strung out, feeling bitter and now exhausted. As I walked some headlights came up behind me and a white van slowed down beside me. A man was concerned about me and asked if I needed a ride. I was too tired to refuse the ride, and so I got in the van. I doubted the man could see how wretched I was in the dark. But I felt miserable and had hardly the energy or emotional state to converse. The greatest impression I got of the man was that he was a kind and loving person who was really concerned about me as he drove me toward the house. He took a little longer route, but I didn’t care. It was nice of him to give me a ride at all. At least this magic walk had finally got a ride at all, even if it was on the road home. I think this man understood that I was hurting, and he showed real concern for me. At least there’s some kindness left in this world!

Finally the man dropped me off at the intersection of Central Pike and Dodson Chapel Road and I walked over to the house and went in. Mom immediately saw that I was in some state of agony, which I dared not even mention to her. But who can hide themselves from their mother? She knew! I went on to my room to continue in agony. Mom’s love was so deep and so concerned. She said to Dad, “We have to get Bryson some help”. They were resolved and did faithfully intervene to try to get me some help.

Was all this from God or was it just some insane delusion? If it was from God, this is what is accomplished: The concept of interceding to take other people’s punishment for them was introduced to me. I found that I couldn’t say no to God. Yet I let God know my bitterness. I felt agony of soul, weeping and having a terrified and broken heart. If there was ever anyone who might have felt this kind of thing, I certainly could begin to grasp the agony they felt. Maybe that’s what God wanted. If there was any way out of this thing, I was hoping God would find another way. But I knew that God would do what God needed to. It was a horrible price to pay, but if God wanted it, how could it be any other way? I sure didn’t want to be the “Holy Spirit” anymore. Was there any hope of relief from such a thing? I hoped so, and hope was all that kept me from utterly falling into the pit of despairing resignation in which our souls fall over the edge and we die in our mind.

There is somebody who understands:

Then came Yeshua with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and Yeshua said to his disciples, “Sit here while I go and pray yonder.” Then Yeshua took with him Peter and also Yames and YaHannah, who are the two sons of Zebedee. As they went, Yeshua began to be in agony of great sorrow, amazed with grief and full of heaviness. He said to them, “My soul is in great agony and sorrow of death. Stay here with me and keep watch” Yeshua then proceeded a little further from them and went to his knees to pray, then collapsed on his face. He prayed to God, “Father, anything is possible for you; if you are willing, let this cup be taken away from me: Nevertheless, not what I want, but what you want be done.” Then an angel of heaven appeared to him and gave him strength. Then Yeshua, in all his agony, prayed with all his heart.

Chatnoir

http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/chatnoir/chatnoir.swf
Just a simple game. Catch the cat if you can.

ISBN number for "Stars of Glory: An Odyssey in Reality"

Things are moving along pretty well for "Stars of Glory: An Odyssey in Reality".

The book has now received an ISBN number for its EPUB format for eBook readers. Here is the notification I received:

Congratulations. This email confirms your book, Stars of Glory: An Odyssey in Reality, has been assigned the ISBN 978-1-4524-1214-6.

 I encourage you guys to download a sample and see if it is a story you would enjoy. You can get your sample HERE.

Beets

This is a good example of how to settle issues.

Smashwords - About Bryson Hughes, author of 'Stars of Glory: An Odyssey in Reality'

http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Vatic
Here is a link where you can purchase my book. The latest version is as of September, 2011. The book is now in the "Premium Catalogue" for distribution to all major E-Book retailers.

The next jobs are to work on Printed Editions, Audio Book and Multi Media Editions.

http://patterngame.com/linesuperfollow.swf

http://patterngame.com/linesuperfollow.swf
Cute little artsy game that works kind of groovy while listening to music. Just swing the mouse and left click on the right beat if your listening to some music.

Dr. Charles T. Tart Official Home Page and Consciousness Library Online. Info on Transpersonal Psychology, Parapsychology, Consciousness, Hypnosis, Psi, Remote Viewing, Mindfulness.

http://www.paradigm-sys.com/
Another link to Dr. Tarts research and writings.

TASTE - The Archives of Scientists' Transcendent Experiences

http://issc-taste.org/index.shtml
A website of scientists' who are sharing their own strange experiences. The Site is administered by Charles T. Tart, Ph.D.

I have corresponde a few e-mails with Dr. Tart, and he was a gentleman. I doubt he remembers me though. But I liked his humor in the face of imponderables. But this is another side to the question, for those of you concerned with my own experiences, from other scientific vantages on similar occurances.

Calling the Sun for Malcolm

“Calling the Sun”

With the persistence of the always pleasant lavender clouds, I was beginning to want to call on God for another favor. This time I didn’t want to believe in some stupid vampire thing, but my experiences with underground groups had me convinced anything is possible concerning the weird and perverted mindsets of people; or what seem to be people. I imagined a life being lived in dim twilight, and what a high maintenance friend of God I would end up being. Just going out in the day meant I would have to have clouds, and God would spend a lot of time shading me. The rest of the time would be night! Man! I like the sun. It’s beautiful and I like it.

Finally I had enough doubting and called on God to do me a favor: “God would you make the sun shine through for me?” The strangest thing happened: In a very short little while, the clouds began to break up and the rays of the sun did come shining through here and there. “God let the sun shine on me if I’m not going to be hurt by it.” I was thinking that if I was vampired out, at least the issue of sunlight would be settled. Then the clouds obeyed and the sun jumped through them as if startled into action to shine on me. That was neat!

I recall going on a car ride with my Mom, and as we rode the clouds kept blocking the sun. Each time I would call for the sun in my mind, and the sun would instantly shine through the clouds onto me. Over and over and over it would happen without fail. Instantly and obediently the sun shone through at my beckoning. “This can’t be mere coincidence” I thought. “Some intelligence is obliging me when I call. It must be God since he’s powerful enough to do things like this. The funny thing is, God could be doing all this and showing off for me, and nobody else would even notice.”

Here's another one Malcolm

“Calling the Wind”

A few days had gone by since the last time I had dropped in to see Janice and Daisy, so I figured I would drop in again this weekend. It was early in the day again when I showed up. Everything was just as before except that this morning was a bit chilly. But it was a brilliant day and it made the early springtime hard to ignore.

When I had gone into Janice and Daisy’s house, we started lamenting that it was a chilly day, but that it was so pretty it made you want to go outside. I suggested we all go sit outside on the southeast side of the house and it might be comfortable. So we gave it a try, and outside we went. We sat around in the grass, and it was nice out there, despite the chill in the air. But when a gust of wind came up it was uncomfortable.

Janice stated that when the wind wasn’t blowing it was nice, but when the wind kicked up it was cold. She said she wished she could make the wind stop blowing. I decided to have a little fun with them since Janice and Daisy were so easy to tease. I told them that we can make the wind stop blowing. All we have to do is think about the nice still air and it will happen. It was a joke of course, because I had noticed the wind would gust followed in a few moments with a short period of still air. So I told them to just think about it just as the gust started blowing. I ceremoniously went into a meditative thinking state while they watched me. Sure enough the gust died down like it had been doing all along, and the air became nice and still. Then I smiled and said, “There you go. The wind is stopped”, as if I had just accomplished something.

Janice and Daisy were wide eyed with complete belief in my theatrics. They carried on with many exclamations of marvel that, “Bryson made the wind stop!” and so on as that. They were so gullible, and I was really enjoying my prank on these two girls. As the conversation revolved around, Janice like always, wanted to zero in on me in some teasing manner. This time she was a bit serious though. She was freaked out about my prank and gave some opinion about me not having real feelings and emotions. All the while she was looking all big eyed into my face as she talked animatedly. Then she proclaimed, “Look at ole’ Bryson! He’s gone crazy! Oh my! Just look at his eyes! He’s crazy!” and on and on she went for a minute or so. I looked at her as she talked and realized that Janice was really spooked by me again. Again I was irritated by her being afraid of me. I think Janice saw the hurt in my eyes even though I tried not to show it, and she dropped the talk about me being crazy.

I thought her imagination was getting the best of her. I was a bit offended, even though I wouldn’t normally have minded the mystique of being thought of as a little crazy for ego’s sake. But Janice wasn’t joking. She was really spooked, and this irritated me. I didn’t like being a spooky guy one bit. I’m all about love, peace and harmony. But here now two visits in a row, and these girls have been seriously spooked by me just being playful.

I should have known by now that anything I did around Janice and Daisy would be heralded far and wide among all my peers. So now I was gaining a reputation, via Janice and Daisy, of being able to control the wind; though I was unaware until later that the news about me was being spread rapidly by them. But the news fell on the ears of certain persons who again were interested enough in what they heard about me, to take the matter seriously. But the interested party wasn’t Van this time. This time it was Michael.

A few days after my wind prank on Janice and Daisy, I stopped in at the market, and who drove up shortly but Michael? He was a friendly acquaintance I had known for years. But he and I had never gotten any closer than that. But today Michael had a mission, and I was involved. He was driving has custom van with its unmistakable markings, so I knew immediately who was arriving. He parked near the street out in an open area by the pay phone, got out and came around the front of his van toward where I was across the parking lot. The next thing I heard was Michael calling out to me, “Hey Bryson come over here”. Well I wondered what Michael wanted. He and I usually just passed with “Hi” and friendly eye contact.

I walk over to where Michael wanted me to come to, which was away from the others out of hearing distance for normal conversation. Michael was a bit serious acting but still in a friendly tone of mood. I had never seen Michael have a serious tone before, but I kind of liked the manliness of his manners. Michael in a sort of commanding entreaty said to me, “Let’s step across the road”. He started that direction like he just expected me to come along. Well I did follow his lead, because now he had me flat out curious as to what was on his mind, why he called me away from the others, and why he wanted to step across the road with me. So I followed him.

We got across the road and he said, “This is fine”. Then he directed me to look across the open field to the tree line on the other side. Michael asked me, “You want to see the wind?” “Sure!” I said. Michael instructed me, “Look at the tree tops. Look for the whirlwind. You’ll see it.” So I looked in that direction but wasn’t sure of what to be spotting for. Then Michael pointed to an area toward the right in the trees and said, “There it is right there”. I looked and a wind was twisting the leaves in the top of one of the trees. He said, “It’s going to move” Then as Michael pointed, he talked about the location of the whirlwind. “See it moving through the tree line? It’s moving to those trees over there.” I followed what he was telling me and saw the whipping of the leaves move from this location to that location. Michael said, “Now it’s moving up that way”. I followed his pointed finger and saw the slow migration of the whirlwind by watching the different tree leaves being whipped and twisted. Then Michael said, “It’s seen us! It’s going to come this way! It’ll be here in a few seconds! Here it comes!” As his anticipation grew, he said with quiet enthusiasm, “Now!”  Sure enough the whirlwind had seemed to leave the tree line and migrated directly across the open field, though I couldn’t really follow it as well as Michael. Just when he said “Now!” a strong gust of wind blew around us and lingered for a few seconds, and then left.

Michael faced me and said, “Now you’ve seen the wind”. He looked at me in a sort of appraisal of what I was thinking. I was thinking this was a pretty good prank and I looked back at him trying not to show any reaction. We walked back across the road and I didn’t even have any question for Michael at all. I figured it was just a prank trick that Michael must have gotten from the occult circles we obviously both knew people in. So I let the demonstration pass, with me acting unimpressed for Michael.

Michael had spoken of the wind as if it were a living entity which would interact with people who got its attention. I had heard of this kind of thing before. But what was more interesting to me was the fact that here was this young man from the sticks, drawing upon this type of idea and making a demonstration out of it. Obviously Janice had told everyone about my prank, which she still believed I had really done. And now Michael had made it a special point to show me this "seeing the wind" scenario. I was thinking that Michael must also be a part of the occult circle. Why else would he have gotten so serious about something like this, to search for me, and then have something in mind to show me concerning the wind? I think from Michael's perspective though, he just wanted to let me know I wasn't the only one who knew something was living in the wind. I never thought there really was anything alive in the wind. But obviously Michael sure talked like he thought so. Maybe that talk was just part of the gag.

By now, I was thinking a lot of people I had known were stranger and deeper than I had realized. All this seemed like confirmation of a group of subtle people. I surmised this thing was generational, and those involved had inherited it from their own people. I could be wrong though. But it seemed so because there was none of the contemporary “Hocus Pocus” nonsense going on. There were no ridiculous spells and silly crystals; none of that kind of thing. Just strange connections and quick responses to the news of the things I had been doing around Janice and Daisy. The responses and demonstrations the underground group made with me, must have had some motivation. I was just playing around with my acting and pranks, but the occult responses showed they were taking me serious. I think they may have considered me to be the proverbial “loose cannon”, and they were seeing themselves as coaching me into their ranks, rather than doing the things I was doing independently of them. Imagine that: An orthodoxy establishment of the occult! Shee Whiz!

Here you go Malcolm

“The One Eyed Union”

I suppose I had managed to get a little bit too much attention from the occult circles in my neighborhood. Ike and company were about to play an elaborate prank on me.

Ike and I both had arrived at Rex’s house and the three of us decided to take a good long drive for no good reason. We seemed to navigate aimlessly with Ike suggesting routes to take. Things were pleasant and I was in the back seat just riding along while Rex and Ike held up the bulk of conversation up front. Rex suddenly held up a cigar and said in a buoyant tone, “Hey Bryson! Have a cigar!” as if it was all in great fun. Ike just laughed about it. I decided I may as well have a cigar just for kicks, though I really had no affinity for tobacco in any form. I took the offer and lit that cigar and puffed it lightly and slowly now and then. Honestly I doubt I got much more than a bad taste in my mouth from that thing. I didn’t realize at the time, that cigar was a device provided most likely by Ike. But maybe Rex actually got the cigar. I don’t know.

Every once in a while Ike would nonchalantly point out something to me, some feature of the land, some object or some reason for me to look in some direction. But what I was actually intended to see were certain individuals prominently positioned in proximity of the area I was to be looking. Above that, the actual thing I was intended to notice was how the people were looking my way with a big one eyed stare. The people had their other eye squinted shut, covered by a patch, or covered with a hand or what ever. But the idea was that time and again there would be some person looking strangely at us, me, or at the car as we drove by, with this one eyed gaze. It started near our usual haunts and concluded far out into the next county, which was Wilson County.

Then Ike pointed out this farm area to me. I looked into this area just in time to see this old man standing close to the road as we passed. This old man was giving me the all time googleyest one pop eyed glare of them all! It was ugly! Then just as we had passed the googley eyed old man, we drove by the purest white goat just standing right by the road as if begging to be seen. This goat was a classic! This completely white, fat goat had two long horns and its clean bright whiteness stood out sharply against the lush green background of the countryside. The creature actually looked comical in its extreme goatishness.

I contemplated all this, and figured some pranksters had purposefully placed the goat there so conspicuously, to suggest some kind of goat devil occult thing. All the one eyed stares I had gotten that day certainly didn’t strike me as just coincidence either. But I was cool and was just riding it out. But right after seeing the old man and then the goat, I happened to notice a little twinge in my stomach. It was very small and nothing at all. I figured it was just one of those little stomach things that anyone gets once in a while. It lasted about two seconds.

But for the fun of it I decided to correlate my small stomach twitch to all those one pop eyed looks I was getting from so many strangers. So for amusement I said, “All those one eyed looks are about to kill me.” Ike jerked his head toward Rex and looked at Rex with growing mirth until he burst out laughing! As far as he was concerned I had fallen for the prank completely. He believed I actually thought I was being killed by the one eyed looks of his confederates. The cigar was the device to induce feelings of discomfort in the tummy, like tobacco does for many. I was supposed to believe getting ill from the cigar, was the beginning of my own death throes from the curse spell of those one eyed stares.

Of course I didn’t believe any such a thing. But the correlation was handy and amusing, until I realized this is exactly what Ike wanted me to believe. I kept quiet about what I really thought, and my opinion of the whole scheme. But the most mind bending thing to me was how many people were actually involved. It reinforced strongly the idea that a lot people were involved in this occult underground. I was beginning to think at that point, the occultist were a little sick minded as a group. My interest was in having a firm grasp of who they were and what they were about; never in being one of them.

Shortly, fooling occultist into thinking I was among them became a mode of interaction so that I could learn more about what was going on. The one eyed thing did a lot to turn me off concerning them, and I smelled manipulation and exploitation. That was a crime against the cause of love, peace and harmony.

Later on, Rex mentioned to me, that the crux of the prank was that the cigar was supposed to make the person feel a bit ill and cause him to think he was dying. So now for Rex it was just a silly prank and he seemed to see nothing deeper about it. I extended the benefit of a doubt in my mind concerning Rex. But in Ike, I sensed the prank was purposeful and directed. It had made a larger statement about the group as a whole. Was I supposed to conclude they were lethal spell binders? Was I supposed to fear them, or lust for a position of mutual ability to induce fear in the naive?

What could be the motive for wanting to induce fear in others? I could only come up with one answer: Servitude and exploitation. This motive did a lot to explain a strange companion who often spent time with Ike, named Kerry Legion. This strange little man was a social misfit who spoke in almost inaudible tones, and who seemed to have an unlimited amount of time, money and transportation to spend kicking around with Ike. I had often thought he seemed a lot like a slave to Ike. The more I discovered or was shown concerning this occult subculture, the more I was repulsed, yet intrigued. I was enjoying the hunt at least, even if I was becoming the bait.

Rules to argue and live by: A Liberal Decalogue by Bertrand Russell

1. Do not feel absolutely certain of anything.

 2. Do not think it worth while to proceed by concealing evidence, for the evidence is sure to come to light.

 3. Never try to discourage thinking for you are sure to succeed.

 4. When you meet with opposition, even if it should be from your husband or your children, endeavor to overcome it by argument and not by authority, for a victory dependent upon authority is unreal and illusory.

 5. Have no respect for the authority of others, for there are always contrary authorities to be found.

 6. Do not use power to suppress opinions you think pernicious, for if you do the opinions will suppress you.

 7. Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.

 8. Find more pleasure in intelligent dissent than in passive agreement, for, if you value intelligence as you should, the former implies a deeper agreement than the latter.

 9. Be scrupulously truthful, even if the truth is inconvenient, for it is more inconvenient when you try to conceal it.

 10. Do not feel envious of the happiness of those who live in a fool's paradise, for only a fool will think that it is happiness."

Bryson Hughes

By the front door.

Must Have Books

Okay Loren, I have a recommendation for you on a couple of must have books. These collections have many of the source materials for Biblical books and traditions. Another thing that I think is important, is that you understand the paradigm of the faith as I describe it to you, and many of the writings in this collection included explicit referances to the things I have told you about. Keeping my paradigm in mind as you read some of the accounts, such as the "Proto Gospel of Mary" and "The Testament of Abraham" you will find descriptions of things only those who knew, could describe.

These fine scholarly compilations will meet your highest standards and give you a lot of enjoyment and enlightenment on the roots of the faith.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0385096305/peterkirby

I can't imagine anyone trully understanding the faith without a comprehension of these writings.

Pictures depicting Jesus that are kind of close.

Pictures depicting Jesus that are pretty close.

This is a figure on top of a church that is barely rising above the fog bank. The gold tone of the fog bank is close to the color of the Glory cloud and the statue is silhouetted in the cloud like Jesus.

I score it 7.

Direct experience with Jesus

“His Sign in the Sky” 

It was now December 13, 1978 on a Wednesday. Boyd and I had left work and were riding home in his pretty black Ford truck with the bright yellow graphics painted all over it. It was growing dusky as we got off the interstate. We crossed Percy Priest Dam and turned left off of Bell Road onto Dodson Chapel Road, heading north toward Dad’s house. I was almost home. As we passed by the Nelson’s mansion, I was thinking about Boyd going to the Baptist church. I thought to myself that he really should learn the doctrines of the Churches of Christ. It was Wednesday and there were church meetings that night. I turned toward Boyd and asked him, “Boyd, would you like to go to church with me tonight?” Boyd appeared thoughtful for a few seconds and then replied, “No, I guess not.” I left it at that and turned back forward in the truck.

Just then I noticed something bright up in the dusky sky that was beckoning my eyes. It was ahead and slightly to the left of our direction of travel. I looked up to see what it was. When I set my eyes upon it, this is what I saw: In the sky before us was a bright white upright oval of lucid light. Around its perimeter there appeared several rings of light like the effect of a rainbow; auras that I seem to recall were the colors of lavender and yellow and maybe rose. But I can’t recall the third color for certain or if there was actually a third color for certain. But the lavender and yellow were there. Within the oval of white light, there stood a cross of heavy wood. The grain of the wood was very clear and the cross was gray. The cross itself was glowing as if it were a hollow plastic imitation wooden cross with fluorescent lighting inside it. The scene was very clear and distinct as we rode along.

I immediately realized I was seeing another manifestation, and my habit had become to turn my eyes away from such things. This was no exception and I averted my gaze and moved my eyes toward the eastern sky. Before the cross left my peripheral vision, it jumped as if reacting in surprise to my averted eyes, and then chased my line of gaze across the sky following my eyes only a few degrees behind my direct sight. I stopped my eyes on the north eastern sky, and immediately the light with the cross moved directly in front of my eyes. I again averted my eyes all the way toward the north western sky, and the cross light again chased my line of sight just as quickly and moved in front of my eyes again as I looked at the north western sky. I averted my eyes again, but this time I looked down into the truck at the floor in front of my feet. I noticed the light with the cross in it, remained in the sky this time. As I sat there I reasoned: “A cross is a good thing that's about Jesus. I shouldn’t be suspicious of this or refuse to look”. Reassured, I decided to just look at the cross in the light. I raised my eyes to see the light of the cross again, and this time to intently observe it. But it was gone! It was replaced by something else even more wonderful.

          “He Lifts Up His Countenance Upon Me” 

I looked back into the sky to see the cross and the light. But this time I saw the color of amber in the sky. It was a broad field of amber directly in front of us. Then I noticed a conspicuous patch of blue within the amber field in the sky. I focused on the blue area and my eyes struggled for a few moments to resolve the blue patch into sharp focus. I studied the blue area and realized as I resolved it, that I was seeing the silhouette of the figure of a man there within the amber. At first I had trouble understanding the situation of the man’s figure, until I realized the man was seated waist deep in the amber. The amber itself was now to me apparently a kind of mist like a cloud. The man was a silhouette of blue, and the word “sapphire” came into my mind concerning the nature of the blueness of his silhouette.

As I looked at the man I was meeting the sky, I was quickly realizing I had just seen the sign of a cross in the sky as a kind of an annunciation, and the man being announced was Jesus Christ! I realized I was looking at Jesus sitting on his throne in the amber cloud. As I realized this, the Lord was listening to my thoughts, and knew when I realized it was him.

With my realization, the Lord responded in those moments, and he started arising from his seated position standing up from his throne. As he arose up in a very natural motion, he lowered his arms down to his sides and stood there before me. I noticed that he was robed within the context of his silhouette, and the robe was gathered at the waist. When he lowered his arms to his sides, the motion revealed that the sleeves of his robe were belled and they loosely swayed at his sides. His form was apparently average slim as if he were a man of about a hundred and seventy pounds. His shoulders and stature reminded me of Rex. I saw no details of his face because it was the same blueness as the rest of his silhouette. The shape of his head was smooth and round as if he had no hair, or maybe as if it was oiled down against his scalp. The whole shape of his ears showed clearly on each side of his head and the view of them was clear and unobstructed. The whole shape of his silhouette was sharply defined against the amber cloud, except for where his waist entered the mist, and there it was misty.

As I beheld the appearing of the Lord, meeting him in the air on this amber cloud, and as I watched the Lord arise and stand before me, and as I was looking directly at him, I thought about the rude awkwardness of my silence. It occurred to me that I was in the presence of the ultimate person that anyone could ever meet. I felt like a child before a hero. I thought to myself, “There’s Jesus and I can’t think of anything to say!”  Then I gathered the situation in my mind again and thought, “Jesus is so perfect and never sinned and I’m just a sinner!” I suddenly felt some shame and humiliation as I looked at him and quickly I was too ashamed to look at him anymore. In utter self consciousness I lowered my eyes down from him and lowered my head in the truck.

I struggled to think of something to say to the Lord. The only thing that came to mind, I offered to him in a silent prayerful thought, “Lord, forgive me of my sins.” Immediately I was embarrassed at how redundant this was to say to him, because I had already prayed about sin and asked his forgiveness a thousand emotionally crushed times already. I knew with all my heart I was forgiven. I thought to myself, “Good grief! All I can think of to say is the same thing I’ve said already.” But with that thought, a gracious impression came upon me. Not in audible words, not even a clear word from the ethereal, but like a whispered statement into my spirit which was, “I already have.” I took it as a gracious encouragement from the Lord and I felt better, less ashamed. So feeling acceptance from the Lord, I ventured to look back up at him. But when I raised my eyes, he was gone! I was shocked at his disappearance and wished he hadn’t left. Where did he go? Why did he leave? Was he upset? Then I realized he surely wasn’t upset with me. He just has his way of doing things is all that his disappearance means. I thought to myself, “Though I can’t see Jesus now, I still know he’s present and still watching me.” With this confidence, I directed my thoughts of gratitude toward Jesus.

Everything had happened in a few seconds. I knew I was good at hiding the fact that I was seeing spiritual manifestations. I looked over at Boyd as he drove along, and realized he had noticed nothing at all. I looked down the road and immediately I wondered if the world was going to start burning up. “Was this the Second Coming?” I asked myself. I couldn’t understand the event from anything I had read. I was wondering why I wasn’t arising. The Lord had arisen to stand, but I didn’t arise at all. I had met the Lord face to face and He was in the air, but I stayed on earth. I was confused and silent. What did it all mean?

Within a couple of minutes, Boyd let me out at Dad’s house. I hadn’t uttered a word of anything about seeing Jesus to him. I walked across the yard and went into the house. I saw Mom, but held back from telling her about what I had just now seen. It was very dusky now. Somehow it all made sense that all the terror, all the manifestations, all the conflicts and trials, and all the harsh teachings of the angels that I had gone through, was leading up to this. I was happy the journey had found a destination. I had been brought along to be ready to meet the Lord. I had a lot to be grateful for. I was still an emotional wreck, but I knew I was blessed beyond all imagination. I offered thanks to God, for Jesus my close companion!

The starry angels were still all about me. Among them I knew was the one that accused me. But I knew I had a constant companion. My faith in Him had caused my fear of the angels to subside to a great degree. They could still mess with my head, but I largely ignored them and tried not to converse with them. Life was now going to move along under these encouraging circumstances.