A Wanderer's Journal

June 2024

I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.

  • Susan Sontag

June 1, 2024

Today was pretty much a waste. It rained and stormed all morning, so I slept in until around 6:30 or so. I never do that! I finally got up, drank some coffee and fed the dogs, but I was still so sleepy afterwards. I piddled around a little in the house, went to work for a couple of hours, and then came home and, more or less, did nothing. As Granny was proned to say, “Ain’t none of tomorrow used up.” Well, until tomorrow, Son, I love you.

June 2, 2024

Okay… today is the tomorrow I was referring to yesterday. Let’s get to using it up! I am about to stretch out and hit the road. There are no storms this morning, it’s not raining, nor is it threatening rain, so maybe today will be a little more productive than yesterday. It’d really be hard for it not to be – LOL. I want to delve back into the subject that has been at hand for the last couple of days, but that is a bit too involved for now. Dawn is nearing, the road is calling, and time waits for no man. It will leave without me if I do not climb onboard right now. I miss your wandering on this Earth!

June 3, 2024

Good morning, Son. Getting back to the topic at hand from May 31, 2024, let’s slap some more shiny and brightly-colored paint on that sports car, shall we? People are notorious for believing what they are told by other people, whether those other people are peers or professionals. Liberals and conservatives alike are flawed in this way. Whacko liberals believe other whacko liberals whether they be their peers, officials in the government, or some bleeding heart sitting behind a news desk at CNN or what have you. Ultra rigid conservatives are no different. Sheep are sheep… whether they are black or white or spotted.

We tend to believe a lie because we want to believe that lie. We tend to reject the truth because we don’t want to accept that truth. It is as simple as that. We have come to accept that anything with bright, shiny paint and sleek, low-profile lines is a fast car, so those who make and sell cars can now take that same exterior, wrap it around a cheap, 4-cylinder version of that car, and sell it to an undiscerning public who think that they are getting… a fast car for cheap!

It feels good to be lost in the right direction.

  • Unknown

June 4, 2024

Yes, Son, you wandered in life. You wandered in directions that felt good to you. We all do that, but as Tolkien said, “Not all those who wander are lost,” he also said, “Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” I am sorry, Son, that I left you with shallow roots. Tolkien also hit upon a very key point in the very first line of that quote with, “All that is gold does not glitter.” Methinks that this strikes at the very heart of this issue of wandering.

I believe that this touches on that ancient story that took place in a garden – in the Garden of Eden. Eve was tempted by the serpent to the eat of the forbidden fruit, and she bit. She then gave unto her husband, and he bit. The serpent won because of a lie. He won because of bright, shiny paint on a cheap, slow car. He won because he knew that people would rather believe and live a comforting lie than to have to work hard around and live with… the uncomfortable truth.

Look at the word “Believe” again, my son. What do you see right smack dab in the middle of that word? LIE! Do you reckon that that is just a coincidence, or do you think it’s more… of an omen? We have to be wise as serpents and as gentle as doves… I believe (there’s that word again) the saying goes. Most people check their discernment at the doorway of whatever establishment topic they enter. They just go with the flow of whatever crowd patronizes that particular establishment mindset. They just accept the spirit of that “place” and the people who gather within (or around) it rather than rocking the boat and taking the chance that they might get tossed out on their ear… or tossed overboard.

Truth is cold, hard, and, not just uncomfortable, but actually discomforting. It is that which makes a glutton finally push back from his plate and say, “No more!” It is that which makes the alcoholic smash his bottle and walk away from drunkenness. It is that which makes the drug addict realize that his drug of choice is not his friend, is not a god, and is not the answer. It is, in fact, the very antithesis of all those. Truth is also that which forces the wanderer to realize that his roots are too shallow to evade the killing frost of a coming winter and to concentrate on growing… deeper roots. I love you, my wandering Son, and, again, I am sorry that I left you with… shallow roots!

June 5, 2024

I meant to further elaborate on that portion of the Tolkien quote that goes, “All that is gold does not glitter.” I was puzzled, at first glance, by that verse. I was looking at the glitter – at the gold – at the bright and shiny exterior. I could not see past all that. I kept thinking to myself, “How can anything that is gold (elemental gold) not glitter?” Then I got to thinking, not literally, but figuratively – metaphorically.

Gold is an metaphor for that which is precious. What… is precious? Love, honor, integrity, hard work, longsuffering, loyalty, honesty, trustworthiness – these things – things intangible things are gold… and yet… they glitter not. In fact, they are mocked, ridiculed, and maligned, even, by the materialistic world, by the “cool crowd”, and by those that would wield power over others by promoting such feelings as these about the… non-glittering gold.

It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

  • Ernest Hemingway

Family is gold, truth is gold, and friendship is gold – true friendship – the kind of friendship where one lays down his life for another. Now… this can be a literal laying down, as in two friends on the battle field, or it can be a figurative laying down where one friend sacrifices what he wants for the benefit of what his friend needs in that moment of need. Jesus did both. He was a true friend. He showed infinite love, not only for the people He knew personally, in His day, but for all of humanity, for all time. Jesus was not only a friend… He truly was family. He was, and is… gold!

June 6, 2024

Morning, Son. It’s just after 4 AM. I’ve been up about 30 minutes or so and was tossing and turning for about an hour before that. Ugh! Oh well – rise and shine! I know you knew about Jesus – at least you knew about the cartoon version of Jesus that the church tries to sell everybody. The real Jesus can only be found when someone reaches the end of themselves – not physically as did you – but emotionally, egotistically, and spiritually. So long as you are full of you, there is no room for Him, and, thus, you are stuck with whatever version of Him you have in your mind that you have been taught, shown, given or sold because you have never met and been indwelled by… the real Jesus – the Spirit of the universe – the Almighty God.

After you have met God on a personal level, you will never be the same. He will change you… if you let Him. This is where ownership comes into play. This is what Jesus was talking about when He said you cannot serve two masters; for, if you try, you will hate one and love the other. If you love yourself (in an egotistical way), you cannot truly love God – you cannot, ultimately, be God (as in God’s body on Earth as Jesus was) if you are putting yourself first… and God second. You must love God first, and then your place, your life, and your destiny will unfold as it should – as God designed it to be. Your import will become apparent as God’s body on Earth – not as John Dakota Hawkins. This is the essence of Jesus’ message.

June 7, 2024

Well, it’s 4 AM… again. I tossed and turned for the last 30 minutes or so and decided to just go on and get up. The feral cats have been fed. There are six of them now. A new one has been showing up regularly for about a week now. He’s black & white. I say, “he” because of his size. I say, “feral”, but he is more than likely just a stray. He is not very skittish. I don’t know whether he has been abandoned or is just lost. Rudy cat is right here beside your wanderer’s journal. It has a golden ribbon attached to it as a page marker, and Rudy likes to sit within “pawing distance” of it. He places his paw on it every time it moves a little. He really does not grasp the concept of personal space.

Why not go out on a limb? That’s where the fruit is.

  • Mark Twain

Rudy isn’t the only one who doesn’t gasp key concepts. The vast majority of people miss the point, on a fundamental level, of nearly everything that is not materialistic in nature. I think that is precisely why the serpent (the serpent represents the devil – that is those who run the world through subterfuge) chose the forbidden fruit as their symbol – the “apple” with a bite taken out of it. Ha! I just noticed the quote at the top of the page! How ironic! And that is what they want us to do – bite… the fruit – the forbidden fruit. They want us so goo-goo-eyed over the “fruit” – the apple – that we’d do anything to have it – to possess it – to taste it and have its juice run down our chin. They want us on our knees begging for the fruit and willing to anything for it – simply anything.

They want us squabbling over things. They want us fighting the Christmas rush every year to acquire the latest… “Tickle Me Elmo”. They want us fighting the rush hour traffic every day and climbing the corporate ladder so that we can… get what we want. The rat race is indeed engineered. It is designed to pit us one against another, to wear us down to the point of exhaustion, to impoverish us, and to enrich and empower them… and we think it’s all fun and games… and normal… and healthy – physically, relationally, and spiritually. We truly are… rats in a maze, racing one another but really having no idea where we are going!

So, the starting pistol has reported, the rat race is being run, the pace is being set, and different groups are congregating in packs as different points around the track. Well, we just can’t have that! It’s like the Prime Directive for the satanic rulers of this Earthly realm is: “There shall be absolutely no unity among the rats, the sheep, or the cattle over which we lord!” These satanic overlords must cause diversions, create havoc, and engineer catastrophes to keep us estranged from each other. They know that we cannot build the bases of our societies so long as we are struggling to survive… or just struggling to tolerate one another.

Endless war, taxes, senseless and burdensome regulation, engineered and seemingly cyclic catastrophes – all replete with bogeymen, evil empires, things that go “Bump!” in the night, and, of course, knights in shining armor that are poised, and just all too ready, to ride in on their white horses to… save the day! And… if exotic wars in distant lands aren’t enough to do the trick, they just stir up a gang of local, homegrown chaos by funding groups like the KKK or BLM or whatever the latest, trendy, politically correct, socially acceptable radical crusade is avant-garde. They just take whatever starts to grow organically… and then throw fertilizer (money) to that aspect of it that concerns them it until it takes over the whole thing! That is their modus operandi. That is their SOP. They… are parasites!

Adventure is not outside man; it is within.

  • George Eliot

June 8, 2024

Morning, Son. Ugh! The joys of growing old only seem to compound with age. Ha! Imagine that! I tossed & turned from 2:30 until my alarm went off at 5 AM. It’s Saturday, and I refused to get up! So, I laid there with my eye twitching and my back aching and just took whatever few cat-naps I could between the extremes that kept waking me. I ain’t worth much this morning, so don’t expect much.

So… how do we deal with these satanic parasites that run this earthly realm? I’ve said for around 20 years or so that this (that’s going on) ain’t going to end until it comes to blows. Like any parasite, these parasites have got to be yanked off and squished! You don’t just pick a flea off you and then go gently release it back into the wild. You don’t just pry a tick from your skin and then set it loose in its natural environment. You… are its natural environment! No! You squish that thing lest it re-infest you or someone else!

Now, while this is how you handle individual, specific parasites, how do you handle the whole of the species? How do you prevent infestation to begin with? I mean, do you, if you have a parasite problem, just keep picking off the individual parasites – over and over and over again? Or… do you do something to prevent infestation or, at least, to reduce the chance of infestation in the first place? Methinks the sane way to deal with this is the latter choice. So… how do we do this with these parasites? More to come. For now, my son, dawn threatens and the road beckons.

June 9, 2024

Son, the way you deal with parasites is, you deny those parasites food! We used to try to eliminate them en masse from our environment by spraying chemicals everywhere. Now-a-days… we just poison their food source! I am sure, like everything else in today’s world, that this is not good for our cats and dogs, but it does keep the fleas and ticks off of them. So… how do we go about “poisoning” humanity to keep these satanic parasites off of us?

We are their food source. So, how do we do this? As the flea and mosquito bite to draw our blood and their food, we feel a sting (most of the time), and we swat or slap at them. Sometimes, we are successful at ending these little suckers. Other times, (most of the time) they are successful at evading our attempts to end them. Ticks are different. They not only bite, but they dig deep down into our skin and latch on tight! The vast majority of the time we do not even notice this! How is that possible?

While I am not sure how ticks to this to us, I do have some thoughts about how the satanic parasites running this world do what they do and leech off of us undetected. As the tick uses whatever stratagem it uses to invade our skin without our even knowing it, the satanic, globalist, elite parasite uses lies as its burrowing device. As a chameleon uses camouflage and slow motion to sneak up on its, they use deception and incremental, nearly imperceptible motions to do the same. It’s as if they’re wearing a cloak of invisibility or something!

They strategically hide in shadows, unawares to their prey. They stand before the sun so that their prey is blinded by it. Their whole existence is a lie! They feel as comfortable wearing their engineered lies as we do breathing fresh air. So, Son, how do we fight such a stealthy enemy as this? More to come. The road is calling as dawn approaches.

Every few hundred feet the world changes.

  • Roberto Bolano

June 10, 2024

Lies! Lies are the matrix in which their power flourishes and our freedom withers. We must not just realize that there are lies. We must realize that they… are liars! It is their nature – those who seek power – to lie, for that is how they acquire and keep that power over… those beneath them. Could the lowly tick suck our blood and grow fat upon it if we noticed its bite? No! Could it remain attached, engorging itself upon our life source – our blood – if it attached itself in a conspicuous location? No! We’d see it and remove it… unless we ourselves were so demented from living lies that we denied that it was even a tick – if we, instead, said to ourselves, “Oh, no, that couldn’t possibly be a tick on my skin. I don’t get ticks. That’s just a mole or a freckle or something. That’s not a tick!”

Those who run this world know all of this about us. They have long since perfected their skills of ranching the human race. Unlike cattle or sheep, no barbed wire is necessary. They know how to make us self-corral our own selves. Like a dog raised with one of those shock collars in a yard with one of those “fenceless fences”, we have been trained where the perimeter is beyond which we shall not go… and we don’t.

We get rewarded for staying within the boundaries set for us. We get food, water, shelter, (a good paying job) and the occasional treat (a vacation or two each year); and we get punished for even attempting to violate those boundaries. If the electronic beeps do not deter us from crossing the boundary, the electric shock certainly will. Laws are fenceless fences. They do nothing to prevent anything. They merely punish those who… cross the line. Am I advocating for no laws? No. What I am saying is this: “We might as well not have laws if they are selectively enforced. We might as well have no laws at all if we have so many laws that nobody can keep up with them.” Frivolous or selectively enforced laws are like a fenceless fence that intermittently works or that has a perimeter that occasionally changes. Laws… as they currently are… are a lie!

June 11, 2024

It’s a little after 4 AM. I just got through feeding the feral cats… and a raccoon. That stubborn thing – persistent, I guess, is more correct. He (it) would not go away. He’d come within about three feet of me – not that I could get within three feet of him, but that I kept moving the food pans until they were like three feet away from me, and he still kept coming up to them for the food – the cat food. I finally just picked up the food pans and came in. The cats weren’t going to get any of it anyway!

A weird thing happened around 3:30 or so this morning that awakened me. I rolled over in bed and noticed that the light was on in the living room. I got up, walked into the living room, called out for your mother, got no response, and then went into our bedroom (I was sleeping in your bedroom) to inquire about the light. She said that she thought that I had turned it on and just failed to close her door before doing so. I said, “No,” and then we both said “Weird!” We either have a short… or a ghost in the system. Boo!

Anyway, back to it. How do you hide the truth in a world of lies? You don’t have to. You just mix a little of the truth with each and every lie and scatter it all around everywhere! How do you know the truth in a world of lies? Now that… is a different story! The first thing you must do is admit there are lies. The next thing you absolutely must stop doing is to stop living the lie! You must reject lies as you find them. You must no longer compromise yourself for the sake of some tidbit that is offered in exchange for accepting that lie. You must discipline yourself – you must exercise your ability to sense truth!

You see, Son, this is why they have chosen the forbidden fruit with the bite taken out of it as their symbol – the “Apple Logo”. It represents compromise! It represents them offering and you accepting some juicy morsel in exchange for your compromise – in exchange for your belief in and your compliance with… their lies.

This is how it works! This is ancient knowledge that has been passed down from generation to generation among the elites. They do not want you to know this. This, my son, is what the story of the serpent tricking Eve into eating the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden is all about! Until tomorrow, my son…

June 12, 2024

Morning, Son. I thought I’d switch things up today, so I hit the road first thing, fed the dogs, and now… let’s see what happens here… on this journey. It’s hard to believe that it has only a month since the first few steps of this wanderer’s journey into this “Wanderer’s Journal” were taken. It seems like so much more time has passed since that morning “A Different Man” was given to this pencil. This, my son, is making me… a different man! Thank you for that, but I certainly wish it wasn’t a necessary condition of that change.

You know, it’s funny how things seem to clump together. There is, somehow, a mutual attraction between like things. Massive things clump together forming solar systems, galaxies, clusters, and super clusters. Trees clump together forming groves of this kind or that, and, of course, animals clump together forming flocks and herds and packs. Humans do this as well. We form clubs, we congregate into churches and religions, we matriculate in schools, we convene with others of like mind to discuss things of import to us and to promote one potential leader of these matters over another, and, we ourselves, form flocks herds, and packs of a social nature, disallowing dissenters admission. Why is this? More to come on this at a later time. The day shall not wait for me. It marches on. I must get in step with it.

June 13, 2024

Though it has only been a month since this journey into this journal started, it has now been two months to the day since the impetus for this wander’s journal took place. I love you, Son, and I miss the footfalls of your footsteps upon this Earth… even if I did not hear them. I miss just knowing that they were being made. Just look at what gathered in the wake of those steps you took in the four short years you wandered the hills and hollows of South Carolina. From high above, we see what looks to be mere flotsam and jetsam floating in that wake, but as we zoom in on those bits bobbing around, we see that it isn’t just debris floating around the wreckage of your life. Some of those bits are actually survivors, clinging to bits of debris, struggling to… just keep on surviving!

Every adventure is worthwhile.

  • Amelia Earhart

So it is, my son, with life here upon this Earth. There are shipwrecks, train derailments, and plane crashes that occur with some frequency. They leave debris scattered and, sometimes, survivors clinging to life and to some hope of recovery. These survivors, their friends and family, and, sometimes, the empathetic stranger join together to form groups in order to help one another cope with the issue at hand… whatever that may be. This, of course, is all metaphoric – this talk of shipwrecks, train derailments, and plane crashes.

Life has a way of… beating us up. The “noble” “elites” running this world know this, and they use it to their advantage. They feign empathy, they act as if the care, they show the public eye their philanthropy because… they have the means to do it, not because they are… philanthropic. They get so used to riding in on their white horses and saving the day for us mere common folk who just struggle to survive on a daily basis that they start to think, “You know, we ‘noble’ ‘elites’ get so much publicity using our white horses to ride in and save the day; and these dim-witted country folk are just all too willing to surrender what little they do have to us in thanks; it’s a real shame that we have to wait so long between catastrophes to do our Dudley-Do-Right deeds. Just think how much more help we could be to the common man if we could shorten the interval between catastrophes.”

They say there is a fine line between genius and insanity. I say the same applies to actors and psychopaths. It’s one thing to feign empathy at the scene of an actual catastrophe because you like the feeling of being a hero, but it’s an entirely different thing to go stealthily around creating catastrophes and, thus, the need for a hero like some sort of sick, twisted, reverse Spiderman or Batman or Superman. Yet… here we are… congregating in the wake of such as these and electing them as our mayors, governors, representatives, and presidents.

Such as these run our schools, our churches, our hospitals, and our industries. In a dark world of chaos and catastrophe, they are our only source of light… or are they? Dawn is coming, and they know it! We are moths to their light in the darkness, but their light is a bug zapper. The sun is… the Son is rising. Can you see the dawn breaking, my son? Can you detect the few faint rays of hope illuminating the distant horizon while yet you breathe? I can. I certainly wish that you could have. I love you, my son, and I am so sorry that I failed to get you to see.

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.

  • Henry Miller

June 14, 2024

Son, I wish so much that I had had the courage , as a father, to have talked to you – to have talked with you about things such as “A Wanderer’s Journal” now does, but, alas, you were far too closed – far too distant (both physically and relationally), and far too eager to just take another step in the, seemingly, random direction of your journey rather than to listen to the rambling stories of my journey from which such as these entries into this journal emanate; so… I just let you walk on… on your own. I am sorry, Son, that I failed to walk with you more – that our paths diverged as they did – that I didn’t find the way that you needed to go so that you could… catch those hope inspiring glimpses of the Son’s dawning that could have kept you… wandering this Earth a while longer.

The evil scum that run this world know all this, and they do everything they can to keep us as divided, demoralized, and / or demented as possible so that we do lose hope and just give up. Some of us just give up by eating ourselves into comas, binge-watching Netflix, drinking, drugging, or escaping by any of a dozen or more other ways… and some people just give up and exit this journey of hope the way that you did. They don’t care how we discontinue the journey of hope, so long as we do… discontinue it.

Materialism is one of their most useful tools in this endeavor of theirs to stop us in our tracks. It distracts us from what is really important, and it enriches them in the process, furthering their ability to wage this war that they wage against us. I cannot stress this enough! They are like the thief who cooks up a big juicy steak, not to eat himself, but to toss at the feet of the growling, snarling guard dog that guards the entranceway to that which he desires to steal. He knows – they know that for the price of a steak… they can have the keys to the kingdom of mankind!

I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.

  • Mary Anne Radmacher

June 15, 2024

Good morning, Son. Today we visit yet another cemetery to say our goodbyes to yet another family member. We will bury the remains – the ashes of your grandmother, Emily Jean (Ayers) Hawkins, between Granny and Papaw in Odd Fellow Cemetery in Greenwood, Mississippi under that big, old, oak tree in the corner. For the second time in two months, I have stopped at Davidson Marble and Granite Works in Winona to pay for a headstone. It’s sort of weird, this season of life where it seems the primary focus is in memorializing passed loved ones rather than eagerly awaiting the arrival of coming loved ones and then celebrating their coming and imagining all the hopes and potentials of their new life.

I am supposed to welcome everyone to Mammaw’s memorial service this morning at 10:30 and then lower her remains into the hole that I dug yesterday between Granny and Papaw, but… I am no good with words… at least the spoken kind. I don’t know what to say or how to honor her or comfort them that attend. I guess I should just quietly contemplate and pray, and then, hopefully, something will just come out and be alright. With pencil in hand, there is no “audience” and there is always the eraser. Such luxuries do not attend the spoken word. Alas, dawn is breaking, duties of the day are beginning to call, and I must say goodbye to you for now. I love you, my son, and I miss the footfalls of the wanderer you were.

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

  • Christopher Columbus

June 16, 2024

Tis late, my son. It’s nearly 6:15. As I awoke this morning, your mother was stirring. She is just miserable with her back hurting. She has an appointment with a neurosurgeon in the morning. I certainly hope that they come up with some plan to give her some relief from all this pain she’s been suffering over the last two months or so. I feel so sorry for her. I feel so helpless, but there is nothing I can do to help her through all this. All I can do is watch her suffer. It’s not a good place to be.

I guess Chewy dog’s sensitive stomach is on the fritz again. After feeding the feral cats and seeing whether I could help mom in any way, I noticed… “That smell!” I turned on a little light and there were little “packages” all over the place! I don’t know why Chewy can’t just leave me one big surprise. No! He has to leave me a “scavenger hunt” of surprises!

Anyway, by the time all that was done, dawn had done its thing, and the dogs were anxious to do their thing – eat breakfast! Well, Chewy didn’t really eat anything. He just stood guard over his bowl lest Penn decided to investigate it. Even if the dogs don’t eat anything, they still get all excited about the food prep and going outside routine. Penn’s so funny… and smart. He knows that the last thing I do before we go out in the morning is pour a cup of coffee, and that the last thing I do before we go out in the evening is pop open a beer, so any time I do either of those two things, Penn starts his “Happy” dance – his “Yay! We’re going outside” dance – silly dog!

Anyway, I don’t know if I’ve got any… “deep” thoughts in me this morning or not. Mammaw’s memorial service went well yesterday. More people than I expected showed up. It was kind of refreshing to have a family gathering and an impromptu service that wasn’t directed by a paid professional. I imagine that it was sort of like in the olden days. I wish we could go back to doing more things that way – organically, naturally, and familiarly rather than having paid professionals direct us in doing those things the way they “ought” to be done according to some schedule of social etiquette as set forth by them that say so. Until tomorrow, my son.

June 17, 2024

Well, I was going to just put the food out for the feral cats, put my shoes on my feet, hit the road first thing this morning, and then pay you a visit through these pages… but it’s raining this morning. Such is life – tell God your plans, and you’ll hear the mighty roar of His laughter.

Where were we in this journey – this wandering journey? Though we wander… not toward anything in particular… that is not to say that this wandering is aimless. It has a target. That target – that goal is to gain perspective – to gain perspectives – ever-changing perspectives of things as we move through this world and among the myriad things that make it up.

One perspective that I have gained as I have wandered these 62 years and wish to now elucidate is this: There are two perspectives we view simultaneously… though we only see one. We have two eyes through which we view this world, but our brains merge those two perspectives into one, and that is how we see the material world – the physical universe.

Now, there are two more perspectives to add to this perspective. The first continues on along the line of the material – the physical aspects of life as we journey through it, and that is this: Our eyes see but a tiny fraction of the emanations that this universe produces. The visible range of the electromagnetic radiation spectrum is tiny in comparison to the whole, so… who knows what is really out there? Though this is a valid point and worthy of a detailed analysis of its own, this particular perspective is not the one of these two that I wish to dwell on here. It is the other one.

The second perspective of this twin perspective “theory” is analogous to the very first perspective discussed this morning – that we have two eyes through which to view this world and, therefore, two perspectives that our brains meld into one. The perspective I discuss now, however, deals with the conceived and the preconceived notions that are held within our minds and that affect the way we see… what we see. Ugh! the world beckons, Son. I must she what she needs of me this day. Until tomorrow.

Sometimes it’s time to get away from it all and experience things in a completely different way.

  • Kim Mance

June 18, 2024

So… just as our brains blend the two perspectives that our eyes behold into one view of the outward “reality” that we see, our brains also take the two perspectives that are held within our minds, our world views or our ideas of reality – how we think things really are – that stem from preconceived notions and our conceived notions – what we actually witness or our life experiences and blend these two into just one single perspective that we are consciously aware of. This tends to make us “see” things that aren’t there or to not see things that are there whenever there is conflict between our perceived and our preconceived notions of what… is.

We don’t even realize that our eyes behold two different perspectives until we close one of them and then note the parallax as we reopen that one and close the other. We usually do this in response to some conflict between what the two eyes are viewing. The same thing occurs within the mind whenever there is conflict between what we are told is the way things are and what we witness in life… as we live it.

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

  • Confucius

The problem is that, just like with our eyes, one is dominant over the other. The typical person, when trying to overcome some parallactic conflict, will routinely close one eye over the other. They use their dominant eye to more clearly see whatever it is that they are not clearly seeing due to the confusion being caused by the parallax… unless, of course, their dominant eye is being obscured by something in the foreground. It is the same within the deep caverns and crevices of the mind.

For the vast majority of people, their preconceived notions of how things are… is… how things are. This is the dominant perspective within the mind. Most people will discount that which they themselves experience firsthand as a fluke – as a mistaken seeing of what occurred – as a misunderstanding of what actually happened due to ignorance on their part. I mean… after all… that which our mothers, our teachers, our preachers, our scientists, our doctors, our nurses, and our politicians told us couldn’t possibly be wrong, now, could it?

So… we, ourselves, must be wrong… right? We must be mistaken. We must have mis-seen or misunderstood what really happened. All those in authority couldn’t possibly be wrong. They couldn’t possibly be mistaken. They couldn’t possibly have been misled or have been taught to believe some errant, preconceived notion, right? So we must be wrong!

This, my son, is the crux of human perception… and the serpent in the garden knows this. The satanic hold on this world remains because they use this very aspect of humanity against humanity. They tell us what is… and we ignore whatever actually occurs. This is the anesthesia that lets them… operate on us. Whilst we sleep, they can do whatever they want to us. They slip on their long, white doctors’ coats, they tell us to count backwards from a hundred, we sleep… and they rob us blind or do whatever else they want to to us.

I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.

  • Susan Sontag

June 19, 2024

While we sleep, we can dream. We can dream of freedom, we can dream there are satanic, pedophilic monsters running this world and denying us our freedoms, we can dream the “American Dream” (because, as George Carlin said, “You have to be asleep to believe it,”) but, in the end, that is all we can do – dream. We cannot consciously act. We cannot purposely speak. Sure, we can twitch and jump involuntarily, yes, we can mumble incoherently, but we cannot strategize, organize, or plan… let alone follow out those plans to fruition.

Dreams, many times, are vivid! They, sometimes, seem so real! Whilst we are in them, they seem to make sense, but, when we awaken and attempt to relate said dream to others, their details seem to vanish as we approach them like the mirage of water that heat and sunlight create on the roadway ahead of us as we travel, and the coherence that seemed to be there, holding this really vivid dream together, making it so special as to remember… just seems to fall away like dewdrops from a bumped tree or bush in the wee hours of the morning.

So it is, my son, with this world that they, the evil “elite”, have created for us to inhabit and for them to run. This world consists of a matrix of lies that we have believed in so… vividly for so long. It seemed so real! But, once you awaken from the anesthesia that they have used to put you under, and it has worked its way out of your system as you have breathed the fresh, clean air of truth, you begin to see how silly, incoherent, and inconsistent that dream was. As you exercise your ability to discern truth, you increase your ability to sense lies.

So… what do we do, my son, now that we know the truth? Do we swallow the blue pill and go back to sleep to finish our… dream… or do we take the red pill and begin to plan and organize and strategize and see… just how deep this rabbit hole goes?

It feels good to be lost in the right direction.

  • Unknown

June 20, 2024

Good morning, Son. I am not with it this morning. I want so badly to, like Cypher in the Matrix movies, take the blue pill and go back to sleep to continue the dream, but, alas, how can one do this? It is no dream. It’s a nightmare! It is the free cheese in a mousetrap! It it the bait on a hook. It is the fattening up of the… Thanksgiving turkey! So… I shall struggle on, teetering back and forth through moments of weakness and moments of strength – advancing when I am strong enough to do so and falling back when I am weak. I only hope there is some net gain when it is all said and done.

So, what is this anesthesia that they use to dull our wits and our wills? We are physical beings. We live in a material world. We do require certain things to keep these bodies going. We have emotions, as well, that need to be kept fit. One plays off the other and vice versa. If our bodies are unfit, it affects our minds. If our minds are unfit, it affects our bodies. They know this!

They use this the way we use cheese in a trap… or any of the dozen other analogies that could be used for how we use food or treats to get animals to do what we want. We are… their livestock, but, just as the turkey is blissfully ignorant to the looming… “Thanksgiving dinner”, we are just ever so happy and thankful that they are… fattening us up!

That is so messed up! They have really done a number on us! I mean… things are so bass ackwards about the reality versus the analogy here. In the analogy, we give thanks to God for the bounty of our Thanksgiving dinner, but in reality, we give thanks to our satanic slave masters for… fattening us up before the slaughter! It’s sick! It’s twisted! It’s bass ackwards! That is the power of their anesthesia – it, not only knocks us out, but it causes such vivid dreams that it is no wonder there are characters like Cypher who just want to swallow the blue pill and… dream on.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

  • Lao Tzu

June 21, 2024

Today is the summer solstice… if I am not mistaken. Perhaps it will also be the start of another summer for humanity as well. Lord knows we need one! I feel like the only sane person in an insane asylum or the only smart kid on a short bus. The whole world of humanity is dumbed down, zoned out, plugged in, and distracted! I want to engage, but it’s like I am the only tooth on the sprocket! There’s nobody to engage with! So, I guess I will just spin on, alone, on this sprocket where, if there are other teeth, they are so far away and spinning, as am I, that I shall never see or know of them. Dizzying, it is.

I remember, as a child, being taught not to touch certain things as they were, “Hot!” I remember as well, my son, teaching this same thing to you and your sister. Many a dangerous thing was labeled, “Hot!” even though it may not, technically, have been hot. It was just a catch-all code word for, “Don’t touch!” As I have wondered these 62 years upon this Earth, I have touched plenty of hot things (as did you, my son). Sometimes I drew back blistered fingers. Sometimes I just learned a lesson the hard way but was otherwise unscathed. Though we learn many things in life from our parents, it is those tough lessons, learned the hard way, that seem most poignant in my memory.

Those lessons that… “leave a mark” seem to stay with us long after the mark has faded. Those are the ones we ourselves seem to value enough to attempt to pass on to our children… or to others we value. But… you know what’s really weird? This only seems to hold true for the negative – the painful things. If there was a wide, well-maintained roadway leading in the direction you wanted to go, and I told you that the bridge was out a couple miles on down, you’d likely not go that way. Some people might have to go check it out for themselves, but most people would just turn around and find an alternate route to their destination.

But… put up a “Free Beer” sign or a “Free Buffet” sign or a “Fifty Percent Off Sale” sign at the entrance to the “Bates Motel” and most people (who are interested in that particular material thing) would venture forth regardless how spooky things looked along the way. People seem to turn off their critical thinking at the first sign of the negative. They just… follow the orders of whatever authority figure hollers, “Hot!” And… people seem to turn off their “radar detector” that beeps when something is amiss whenever there is… “Free Food!” Their skeptical curiosity just seems to just evaporate in the presence of free stuff. Are we really so much different than cattle, sheep, or domestic dogs?

It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

  • Ernest Hemingway

June 22, 2024

Like dogs – like your dog, Son, Penn, we love praise! Free food and praise – we’d do just about anything for that! But what do we do when we’re confronted with negative comments and hard work? We… run! Nobody wants any of that! I guess that is why I am a big old loner in this world. I feel such a sense of accomplishment at the end of a bout of hard work, and I learn from being told, “No.” Blistered fingers is the best teacher I have ever had! I’ve always said, “God gives us pain for a reason. It teaches us not to do that any more!”

But why, Son, is everybody not like that? Am I so wrong? Is the whole world right about free food and mutual admiration? Is there no merit in hard work, accomplishment, calloused hands, and blistered fingers? I just… don’t… get it!

Genesis 3: 1-11 New King James Version

The Temptation and Fall of Man

1 Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?”

2 And the woman said to the serpent, “We may eat the fruit of the trees of the garden; 3 but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God has said, ‘You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.’ ”

4 Then the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. 5 For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”

6 So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree desirable to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate. She also gave to her husband with her, and he ate. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings.

8 And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.

9 Then the Lord God called to Adam and said to him, “Where are you?”

10 So he said, “I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself.”

11 And He said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you that you should not eat?”

Do you see, Son, what complimentary talk and free food will get you – do you see… what it has done to this world?

The serpent is representative of them that are… “more cunning than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made.” In their eyes, we are the… “beasts of the field.” They deserve to rule over us because… they are more cunning. Look up the word, “cunning”. Is it flattering? Perhaps to a con-man it is. Only a thief would marvel at the skills of another thief. Cunning implies trickery. It oozes of schemes and plots. It reveres the art of lying and it respects the act of… getting one over on another. This, my son, is who runs our world. This… is the serpent of old.

Why not go out on a limb? That’s where the fruit is.

  • Mark Twain

June 23, 2024

This den of vipers – these snakes that run this world have learned a thing or two about humanity over the years – over the millennia. They know that their power rests in their ability to… lie! They understand, unlike the masses of useful idiots animatedly bobbing around at the end of strings in the hands of their puppet masters, that remaining in the shadows is the key to successfully manipulating all that is under their control and maintaining the illusion that they… had nothing to do with it – that that which is going on on stage is organic, natural, spontaneous… and real!

They compliment those with potential, test the waters of their corruptibility, and lure them down that dimly lit path with bribes of a great-paying jobs, flashes of fame and flamboyance, and promises of pedigrees that will set them apart from the lowly, common man by putting a few extra letters at the end of their signatures. These snakes know that there is a certain segment of society who do want more – who yearn for something extra – who would do anything to crawl out of that rat race with the masses of lowly people scurrying around just trying to make ends meet.

They groom these that do want more and use that very aspect of them that do want more to train them to, unwittingly, do their bidding just as we use certain breeds of dogs to do certain jobs for us. We do not use Pomeranians to sniff out bombs or as guard dogs. We do not, usually, let German Shepherds sit in our laps or carry them around like some sort of accessary to our trendy style. Are the “elites” who run this world any less astute? No. They are not. They are very adept in their breeding and training programs for the puppets dangling at the end of their strings.

The thing about it, Son, is that we who make up the mass of society are gullible. We want to believe that we are honest and that our fellow man is honest with us; but we have, for so long now, been living that lie that started so long ago in that allegorical garden with a bite into forbidden fruit, that we no longer even know what is and what is not… truth. These serpents lie to our faces about nearly everything… and we buy it lock, stock, and barrel because our ability to sniff out an untruth is atrophied. We have been taught that up is down, that down is up, that what is good is bad, that what is bad is good, and that they who are in authority over us… are always right. Well, Son, they are not!

Adventure is not outside man; it is within.

  • George Eliot

June 24, 2024

Time has gotten away with me this morning, Son. This will be short and sweet. Mom got a text message yesterday from a girl named Gracie that you used to work with. They texted back and forth several volleys, and then Gracie sent some pictures to Mom. A couple of them were of you and another girl named Jackie that you also worked with at Wildwater. In those pictures, you and Jackie were wearing “Elton John” style glasses, and Mom asked Gracie what that was all about. She told your mom that that was awards day at Wildwater and that you and Jackie had just received the “Mister & Miss Sunshine” awards for your bright and sunny dispositions. We never knew! We never really knew you. You truly were… A Different Man.

I’m in love with cities I’ve never been to.

  • Unknown

June 25, 2024

So… Different Man, how can there exist in this world two such diametrically opposed groups as us and them – as those who strive for and long to have truth, justice, and… “The American Way” and them that strive for and seek to subvert that way? This is the key point to all this that is… humanity!

We, the bulk of society, are dupes, sometimes willingly so, of them that desire to lord over us. We are the dogs dancing around their feet – so eager to please – so desperate to draw their attention – so desirous to be fed and petted. It is truly no more complicated than that (materialism and victim mentality). Once you gain this perspective and accept that it is an accurate portrayal of the reality of the current human condition – once you reject the lies that the matrix places before your eyes and start to… “read the code” of the matrix – start accepting and honoring truth instead… it all starts becoming vividly and crystally clear. You cannot put the genie back into the bottle – you cannot… “rebelieve” in Santa Claus once you know the truth about him.

But… it is so hard to be an adult. It is so much more fun to just go along with the lie that a jolly old elf with a white beard and a red suit is going to… bring you your heart’s desire! They know this! They work in secret and scheme from shadows to maintain the illusion that… Santa is real! Unlike the person playing the part of a store Santa, whose purpose is to entertain and bring joy to children, the puppeteers running this world from the shadows play their parts from the perspective of a con-man or a spy or an assassin! Their desire to lure you into their delusion is sinister… and we just don’t get this! We just don’t think like they do. We just can’t believe that there are others who actually do think that way… so we don’t believe it… and the matrix continues!

Every few hundred feet the world changes.

  • Roberto Bolano

June 26, 2024

Good morning, Son. The project to build memorial benches up there where you wandered in South Carolina is moving right along. I spoke with Olivia via text and with Katelynn via email yesterday. Olivia is getting some sort of QR code thingy going where visitors to your benches can scan something with their smart phone and that takes them to a webpage of pictures and whatnot of you. I am hoping it might contain a bio or your story also. Katelynn is starting to get together what will be carved or etched into the benches themselves. It’ll be something like:

John Dakota Hawkins

AKA: John “Boaty”

A Different Man Who Wandered Here

March 20, 1997 – April 13, 2024

With, perhaps, a box turtle carved on one side and a river raft (or something else river related) carved on the other side. Your mom and I are going to do our best to get back up there for one of the installs, but there are so many details to work out… like the folks up in South Carolina finalizing the build and deciding on an install date, the two of us being able to get off work with such short notice, making arrangements for Penn and Chewy, and then getting up there and having a place to stay (hopefully the Lodge). But, we definitely want to make it happen and get back up there to fellowship with your friends in and around Long Creek again – to thank them and to hug their necks again.

Not all those who wander are lost.

  • J.R.R. Tolkien

June 27, 2024

No real entry this morning. I just spent the time rereading “A Wanderer’s Journal” up through June 18, 2024. Until next time, Son.

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I just finished rereading the remainder of “A Wanderer’s Journal” to date. Now, how shall we proceed? It’s kind of like crossing the ocean in a canoe. It is doable… but where do you start? I mean… the options are limitless and there is nothing between you and the start of that journey but air and opportunity, so… let’s get started!

History has been rewritten more times than it has been recorded accurately or factually. That is most certainly for sure. After the generation that witnessed it passes, who’s going to know, right? It is being rewritten now at a fever pitch greater than ever! The electronic / digital age is securing that fact before our very eyes! We can actually see it happening – at least those of us with eyes to see – eyes that have not been blinded by the eagerness to follow after the hollow promises of lies and liars!

Is it possible that any source has escaped this tendency? What about, say… the Bible? I mean… it is inerrant, right? Well, let me ask you another question, “If you were running this world from the shadows, and you had something that you didn’t want anyone questioning, how would you go about sealing the deal on that?” Might you, perhaps, create, from those shadows, a priesthood of holy puppets to say to the common man – to the layperson – “This is the word of God Himself. It is inerrant! Do not question this lest you be labeled a heretic and be excommunicated from the flock.”? That would pretty much… seal the deal, wouldn’t it? I wonder… “Has that ever been done?” Nah! Satan wouldn’t go that far! Not even the devil is that bold!

Now, why would the serpent of the shadows want you to believe the Bible and to believe in its inerrancy? Have we discussed the aspect of warfare where it is more advantageous to make your enemy miss his target every time than it is for you to hit your target every time? No? Well, there it is. This is particularly true if you care not about collateral damage. Do you think that sly serpent, slithering through the shadows, cares one whit about collateral damage? No! In fact, he revels in it because if he make you miss your target and inflict collateral damage on innocents, that only makes you look worse.

That is the satanic serpent’s tactic. He cares not what you hit, damage, or destroy… so long as it is not him! He does not care if you gain strength from being in a certain church group or from reading the Bible so long as you do not grow stronger than him! He knows the deal and that is why he simply nudges you off target a degree or two. You miss the mark, he expends little or no energy, and he doesn’t really even need to fire a shot. He just sits back and laughs at you as you frantically try to reload you gun to fire again, knowing that, even if you do succeed, you simply will not ever… hit your target!

Is God in the bible? Yes! But… the Bible is a box into which the serpent has convinced you to place God. God is in the box, but He is also outside the box. He is the box. He is omnipresent. Do you think that you can ever really get God if the only place you look for him is… inside a box – a box that the serpent of the shadows has convinced you is the only place that you can look for Him?

Did God inspire the scriptures that make up the Bible? Sure! Is that all God did? Uh… no! God is infinite! God is eternal! God is omnipotent! He cannot be contained in a box – in a book! I don’t care what man says otherwise! Men manipulate – particularly those men who are desirous of power and prestige. God’s Word is not a book. God’s Word is not found in a box. God’s Word is spoken to a contrite heart in a still, small voice that is hard to hear – not due to any shortcoming on God’s part – but because we fill our ears with the lies of serpents slithering through shadows and offering us juicy tidbits of… forbidden fruit!

Wherever you are, be all there.

  • Jim Elliot

June 28, 2024

It is hard to believe, but it has now been one month since your grandmother passed through that same doorway through which you and your Kaitlin have passed. Time waits for no man, woman, or child. We are guaranteed nothing save passage through that same doorway through which you all have already passed. Time is so very precious whether we have ninety and three-quarters years’ worth of it in our book of life, a mere twenty-seven years’ worth, or only seventeen years’ worth as did your sister, so… let us journey on.

As we were discussing back on the 17th and 18th of this month, there are two perspectives with which to view this universe during the fleeting moments that we have within it – the conceived (that which we experience) and the preconceived (that which we are taught). We hold these notions of how things are in our minds and this shapes our minds and thus… our spirits for they become part of us. They – them that run the world – know this and that is why it is so important that they control the narrative… whatever that narrative might be.

The serpent works from the shadows, pulling the strings of its illuminated puppets to control the political narrative, the academic narrative, the scientific narrative, the entertainment narrative, the media narrative, the fashion narrative, the industrial narrative, and, most importantly, the religious narrative. They must control the way we think, for this makes it so much easier for them to then control what we think. They set the preconceived notions up in our individual minds by controlling the narratives that our collective minds hold to be true.

If the collective holds that Santa Claus is real, then it is that much easier to convince the individuals who make up that collective that Santa Claus is real. If you are focused on the Santa Claus issue, what care they which side of the issue you are on? It’s a distraction. So long as you aren’t focused on them and targeting them, their ploy has worked.

So it is with Jesus, God, the universe, and… the devil himself – the serpent who controls it all – not directly, but through narratives. The serpents slithering through the shadows, our true enemy, control the narratives – controls the information on the battlefield. We do not think about any of these things correctly, so we miss the target repeatedly. We keep doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results each time. That’s the very definition of insanity… according to some. It’s no wonder the world is so crazy!

Every adventure is worthwhile.

  • Amelia Earhart

We keep experiencing all this trauma in life, whether that is naturally occurring or manufactured trauma, and we keep expecting a knight in shining armor to ride in on a white horse and… save the day whether that savior is the government… or Jesus! Read the words in red that are contained in the New Testament of your Bible. Reread them! Jesus knew who He was. The church does not! The church is a controlled narrative. The Bible is a box. God is real! Jesus knew this! Jesus did not rely on the religion of His day to save Him. He communicated directly with God. He did not obey the “church” of his day – Judaism. He followed the voice of God. He obeyed the Word of God. He… was… God!

Jesus was God, not because of some “magical” display on God’s part, but because He (Jesus) listened to that still, small voice with a contrite heart, He obeyed that voice, and He then acted as God’s hands and feet on Earth. He did God’s will. He was God and He invited us all to join His brotherhood in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before He was executed for being… the Son of God. This, my son, is the target that they… do not… want us… to hit!

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.

  • Henry Miller

June 29, 2024

Where shall we wander today, Son? It is a little after four in the morning. Today is Saturday. I have been awake since 3:30, tossing and turning. I finally just said, “To heck with it! Get your butt up, dummy!” So I did. Now… let’s get on with the journey.

I so wish that we could have discussed these things while you were here. Perhaps, then, you’d still be here, wandering this Earth. There is so much hope in Jesus – in His message to his brothers and sisters who make up humanity. Was Jesus real? Did He actually wander the Earth as did you? Were the footfalls of His footsteps actually heard upon this Earth some two thousand years ago? Or… was He – was the whole idea of Him just part of the narrative? Was He a creation of man… or was He a creation of God Almighty? Does it even matter? I mean… the cat’s out of the bag now. There is no putting it back in. Jesus is (period). It matters not whether the man was a fiction or a historical fact. The idea of Him – the spirit of Him – the Spirit of Him… is real! Who knows, maybe that was God’s way of introducing Jesus to us – to humanity – all along – through a man-made narrative. Ha! wouldn’t that be ironic?

This God thing – it’s kind of like watching those big, white, fluffy clouds on an early summer day. You lay on a blanket after a picnic lunch, and you look up at those clouds – those constantly moving and ever changing clouds – and you see some animal shape form within them. It’s not really there, but you see it. You nudge your blanket mate and say, “Do you you see it?” and point. They either do or do not acknowledge your findings and then point out something they see in the clouds as well. It is of no consequence that those things are not really there. You see them… in that moment… from that perspective.

The winds of time blow forever on. Clouds drift and change. Rains come and go. Only time and God remain. One is forever moving and changing… the other is eternally constant and unchanging. Our concepts about God are of little consequence. Like animal shapes in summer clouds, they are ephemeral. What matters is that we can see them. What matter is that we can hear Him. We can choose to believe… or we can choose to reject belief in Him. We can say, “Nah! That’s not real!” and harden our hearts… or we can say, “Yes, Lord, I hear You. Send me.” It matters not one iota there isn’t really and animal shape in the sky. We see it! That makes it real to us whether anybody else on the blanket see it or not.

The only reason there ever was an animal shape in the sky in the first place is because the idea of that animal was in you to begin with. What is real is the idea that you hold in your mind – not the shape of the cloud. I mean… would you see a bunny rabbit in the clouds if you had never seen a bunny rabbit with your eyes?

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

  • Christopher Columbus

So… the narrative – what we believe is of vital importance to what we see, and they know this. That is why they must… control the narrative. They must control what we believe. What we actually see with our eyes is of little consequence – like bunny rabbits in clouds. What is important is our idea of bunny rabbits – not what is really… “in the clouds”. They control our idea of Jesus, God, the universe, and… the devil – the serpent in the shadows – them! And… we miss the target every time! They win, we lose, and the matrix continues.

We must quit relying on this idea that has been implanted into our minds – individually and collectively – that God is… “in control” – that He moves us around within His universe like pieces on a chessboard – that all we need do is wait… because Jesus is coming back to set things straight… you just wait, you’ll see… wait… here He comes… any minute now…. just wait…

God is real – not contrived! He is in control, but we are disobedient – we are unresponsive – we are a paralyzed body to a very active Spirit. God moves us, but He moves us from within – not from without like pieces on a chessboard! Jesus is coming back… but it ain’t nothing like what we have told for the last two thousand years by the church! We do not need the church to keep telling us what to believe. We have direct access to God. He can tell us – He is telling us… if we will but hear His still, small voice amidst all the hissing coming from those serpents slithering through the shadows of our churches.

We do not need to keep God contained within the box of the Bible any longer! We need to let God loose within humanity – to run wild and free within us – to transform us – to transform the spirit of humanity into the Spirit of the Creator! But… we cannot do this so long as we are bound and gagged by the preconceived notions that they, the serpents in the shadows, have cast upon humanity. We must stand up and, with one voice, cry, “We shall no longer be slaves of Pharaoh!”

Life is either a great adventure or nothing.

  • Helen Keller

June 30, 2024

I did not write to you this morning, Son. When I awoke at 4:30 to let the dogs out and feed the feral cats, it was thundering and lightning off to the northeast, so I figured it’s be raining by the time I got stretched out and got ready for a run. I laid back down and turned off my secondary alarms. I did not arise until six o’clock! Way too late! Anyway, I hated to let the last day of the month pass us by without “speaking”.

If I’m not mistaken, I’ve not missed a single day “speaking” to you since starting this journal on May 13th… unless you want to consider the day that “A Different Man” was given to this pencil as the start of this journey – this journal of a wanderer. In that case, I missed May 12th, but I don’t count that as that was the day we bought this journal book at Office Depot. “A Different Man” was originally written in another tablet. I didn’t start wandering the pages of this journal until May 13th, so… there you go.

Anyway, I just wanted to say, “Hey, Son. I love you. I miss you,” and, with that, I’ll say, “Goodnight.”

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