Today’s Devotional – NOVEMBER 3RD (The Evil-Eyed Pharisee Scorner)

By admin On March 6th, 2021

 

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 “Complete List of Daily Devotionals”

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Today’s Devotional – NOVEMBER 3RD

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The Evil-Eyed Pharisee Scorner

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“Enter into the Rock, and hide thee in the dust,

for fear of the LORD, and for the glory of His majesty.

The lofty looks of man shall be humbled,

and the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down,

and the LORD alone shall be exalted in that day.

For the day of the LORD of hosts

shall be upon every one that is proud and lofty,

and upon every one that is lifted up;

and he shall be brought low:”

Isaiah 2:10-12 

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“THE SCORNER (THE PHARISEE)”

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Listen to the following revelation concerning the evil which exists within the hearts of men…“For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, Thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, AN EVIL EYE, blasphemy, pride, foolishness: All these evil things come from within, and defile the man.” Mark 7:18-23 

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Please tilt your head to the left. Do you see a man with a very long pointed nose. (Obviously, the sketch to the right is just an exaggeration in order to help you find the face in the photo to the left.)

 

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Do you see an angry look? His right eye-brow is raised as if he is judging.

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This second face in the Moon appears to be that of a combination of a man as well as a fox. Or maybe a wolf. Doesn’t he have a long narrow nose like a wolf or fox? Maybe even a dog. Nevertheless, the expression on his face, as he appears to look down upon the Earth, is that of scorn. Unlike the  first Moon-man’s sad shock and awe; this ‘man/fox/wolf/dog’ appears to be that of anger and scorn. As if he is disgusted at the sinful planet below.

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He is very moral, you see!

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THIS BEAST WITHINThe True Accusing Finger www.signsofheaven.org share-alike license- you may use

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Well, the Bible has much to say about Pharisees. And the Bible has much to say about wolves, and foxes, and dogs. And this wolf-face inscribed in the Moon has much to tell us about ourselves!

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So if you are a truth-seeker, then this article will be an eye-opener, as we explore just what the Bible has to say about these things. And the fact is, this Pharisee Moon-Beast is in the heart of each and every human.

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And so, if you (or I) find that this wolf-man has some things in common, please don’t despair! For God is giving us these signs, while there still is time. While there still is hope!

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THE PHARISEES…

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Now listen to this verse concerning proud scorners…“Proud and haughty scorner is his name, who dealeth in proud wrath.” Proverbs 21:24

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Yes this wolf-like beast-face in the Moon, is what the Bible calls a proud Pharisee. They were the morality crowd! They were the finger pointers! They were the scorners! They had an evil eye against others! They didn’t realize that their own pride was even more reprehensible to God than the drunkenness, immorality, or sexual perversions of the unsaved world!

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PHARISEES & SADDUCEES

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There were two major groups spoken of during the time of Jesus’ earthly ministry: The Pharisees and the Sadducees. While the Pharisees were very big on law and justice, the Sadducees were steeped in unbelief.

 

But that discussion of the Sadducees should be saved for the next section, “Moon Into Blood Part 3”. 

 

But for now, this examination of this 2nd face in the Moon should continue.

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WHICH WAY THE FINGER IS POINTING

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It is true religion that says, “I am chief of sinners.” 1st Timothy 1:15. These are the words of Paul. Paul saw himself for what he really was: a dirty rotten sinner in need of a Savior!

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It is false religion that says, “God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican.” Luke 18:11.

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These are the words of this proud Pharisee in the parable of the Publican & the Pharisee (see Luke 18:9-14).

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It is true religion that points the accusing finger at ‘myself’. It is false religion that points at the other guy. True religion understands that Satan is the “god of this world” (2nd Corinthians 4:4). But this Pharisee has lost sight of that fact. True Christianity desires to lead others to forsake this world and begin to live for Heaven. False religion wants to clean this world up, not realizing that sin is literally everywhere: because it’s the Devil’s world.

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This scorner forgets what 1st John proclaims… “…and the whole world lieth in wickedness.” 1st John 5:19

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PHARISEE SITS ON JUDGMENT-THRONE

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But this Pharisee-Scorner enjoys sitting on his judgment throne and pointing the accusing finger down at others. But what this pseudo-Christian does not realize is, that it is impossible to be Christian, while at the same time, judging others.

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Just listen… “Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge. There is one Lawgiver, Who is able to save and to destroy: who art thou that judgest another?” James 4:11, 12.

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So this passage proclaims that whoever judges others, is trying to be God! Because only God is capable of judging a man’s heart. Of course, this Pharisee excuses himself, by saying that he’s only doing a public service by exposing the sins of others.

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“THE HEART IS DECEITFUL…WHO CAN KNOW IT?”

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Just listen to the following passage…“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?  I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.” Jeremiah 17:9, 10.

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So as this passage proclaims, “the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked, who can know it?” But then it goes on to tell us, that God Himself searches the hearts of men (and women). God is the righteous Judge. And God will render back to us, according to our ways.

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THE PHARISEE & THE PUBLICAN

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Listen to this story of the proud Pharisee and the humble Publican…“The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess. And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner.” Luke 18:11-13

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That well-known story of the Pharisee and the Publican presents a basic concept between a correct spirit and an incorrect one. In this story, God presents these two characters, which seem to be polar opposites: the proud Pharisee and the self-abasing Publican. The first, the Pharisee, saw himself as self-righteous, while the Publican realized just what a great sinner he was! Pride is quite often hard to detect. But the Publicans were a scorned class of persons. They knew they were sinners!

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PRIDE ESPECIALLY DISGUSTING TO GOD

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The point to this story is that God abhors human pride. But God contrariwise,  presents the proper attitude, by showing us the humility and shame-facedness of the Publican. 

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And this little parable ends with the following summation… “I tell you, this man (the publican) went down to his house justified rather than the other (the Pharisee): for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.” Luke 18:14.

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Here is a great big, giant concept, which Jesus presented. God loves a humble and contrite heart; but God hates human pride. And because our hearts are so easily deceived, we must exercise constant vigilance against such sins as pride.

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TO READ PART 3, GO HERE…January 6 (The Evil-Eyed Pharisee Scorner, Part 3: “Worshiping the god of Respectability!”)

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TODAY’S PRAYER…

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“Dear Lord, Help me to understand this fearful message, to come out of Babylon! And if it’s true, then help me to make this great modern-day Exodus…

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READ MORE…

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To explore deeper into this subject, please read… Fleeing to the Mountains: The Abomination in the Church, Part 1or you can also read… “May 12th (Come Out of Her, My People?)”

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THE END

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TODAY’S FEATURED HEAVENLY SIGN

Info & pics of constellations on this site from Wikipedia & International Astronomical Union (click here)

 

 

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“THE SCORNER (THE PHARISEE)”

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Once_in_a_Blue_Moon_(40034339832).jpg“For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, Thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, AN EVIL EYE, blasphemy, pride, foolishness: All these evil things come from within, and defile the man.” Mark 7:18-23 

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Please tilt your head to the left. Do you see a man with a very long pointed nose. (Obviously, the sketch to the right is just an exaggeration in order to help you find the face in the photo to the left.)

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Do you see an angry look? His right eye-brow is raised as if he is judging.

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This second face in the Moon appears to be that of a combination of a man as well as a fox. Or maybe a wolf. Doesn’t he have a long narrow nose like a wolf or fox? Maybe even a dog. Nevertheless, the expression on his face, as he appears to look down upon the Earth, is that of scorn. Unlike the first Moon-man’s sad shock and awe; this ‘man/fox/wolf/dog’appears to be that of anger and scorn. As if he is disgusted at the sinful planet below.

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He is very moral, you see!

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Moon – Public Domain – 2nd face Pharisee Scorner – by Cezar Popescu for Wikimedia – Universal Public Domain – cropped, highlighted & rotated photo

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READ MORE…

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To explore deeper into this subject, please read… “Moon Into Blood Trilogy: 2nd Face: The Evil-Eyed Pharisee Scorner”

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TOMORROW:

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Daily Devotional November 4th (A Rose By Any Other Name)

 

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CHAPTER 22 . “FANTASY ISLAND”

By admin On March 3rd, 2021

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May, 1980

(Roughly about 200 days or so, from becoming an Ex-Atheist)

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“LOOKIN’ FOR A POT OF GOLD!”

(Lyric from the 1969 Creedence Clearwater hit, “Stuck In Lodi Again”)

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Have you ever wished that God was like a genie in a bottle? And maybe you could get just three wishes: perhaps a long, healthy life, marital bliss, and a financial fortune to enjoy? 

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Well this little excursion promised to be just that! 

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:160_%C4%9Cino.svgYes, maybe, just maybe God is perhaps a “genie in a bottle”, or some kind of a, “heavenly goose that lays golden eggs”!

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As the songster once sang…“Seekin’ my fame and fortune, lookin’ for a pot of gold!”

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FACT OR FANTASY?

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Rake%27s_Progress_8.jpgWell, I couldn’t make up such a far-fetched and even crazy story; or maybe I should rather call it, “A true account”, which this chapter is.

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But I’ll simply report it like it happened and you can decide if you’re going to believe it or just decide that, “The writer of this chapter is out of his ever-lovin’ gourd (like this poor deluded individual in an insane asylum, depicted in this very old picture to the right”).

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Nevertheless, if you do decide that this is merely the work of a crazy man, never fear, you have plenty of established medical and psychiatric professionals who will backup your assertion 100%!

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Anyway, I’ll mostly recount this true little story, trying not to make too much analysis, and let you decide for yourselves…

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CHAPTER 22

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“FANTASY ISLAND”

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“DE PLANE! DE PLANE!”

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We arrived at a little resort on the Pacific ocean. We parked our car, and went over to the little ferry, which would take us to this little island resort (not the island photo here, of course! Just a very tiny island).

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But just as soon as we boarded the ferry, the spirit began talking in a sort of mocking way, “Oh yeah, this is your fantasy! This is your fantasy!” And actually, it did somewhat remind a person of Fantasy Island. Very beautiful and jungle-like.

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So we boarded the ferry, and in a very short time, we arrived on the island. But the spirit kept telling me, “Yes Chuck, this is going to be your Fantasy Island!” And so I was somewhat anticipating a sort of exotic mystery (which would be a welcomed respite from the torment which I had been abundantly experiencing!).

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Maybe I was to find riches here! Or maybe some promise of future glory!

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Well whatever lay in store for me had great promise of being that proverbial, “pot of gold!”

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Photo Hawaii, courtesy Wikipedia under share-alike license. Link here to photographer, Julius Silver.

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FANTASY ISLAND TV SHOW

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By the way, for your information, Fantasy Island was a hit TV series, in which various people went to a certain resort on an unnamed island, to have some semi-magical or semi-mystical dream-come-true experience. And there was often a life-lesson which would be learned by the participants, by the end of the show.

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Carlos Montalban played Mr. Roarke, who orchestrated these semi-magical experiences each week. Well-cultured and always dressed in white, Mr. Roarke guided his guests into a fantasy which would often change the life of his guest…always for the better. Here’s what Wikipedia says about that show…

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WIKIPEDIA, CONCERNING FANTASY ISLAND TV SERIES…

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FANTASY ISLAND… Airing from 1978 to 1984, the original series starred Ricardo Montalbán as Mr. Roarke, the enigmatic overseer of a mysterious island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, where people from all walks http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ricardo_Montalban_Herve_Villechaize_Fantasy_Island_1977.JPGof life could come and live out their fantasies, albeit for a price.

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Roarke was known for his white suit and cultured demeanor, and was initially accompanied by an energetic sidekick, Tattoo, played by Hervé Villechaize. Tattoo would run up the main bell tower to ring the bell and shout “De plane! De plane!” to announce the arrival of a new set of guests at the beginning of each episode – Information courtesy Wikipedia.

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“WHERE’S ROARKE?”…

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So we arrived on the island, and immediately rented a little bungalow. It was only $15 American dollars per day, which even back then, was a bargain for an ocean-front resort, not to mention, this was an island resort!

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And of course, I was totally focused on what the spirit hhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ricardo_Montalban_Herve_Villechaize_Fantasy_Island_1977.JPGad in store for me, especially with his suggestions that this was gonna be some sort of Fantasy Island experience. I wondered about what might happen, to make this experience like that TV show. I honestly was looking around to see if there was some sort of Mr. Roarke, or at least a “Tattoo”. But there was no Mr. Roarke here to conduct anyone’s fantasy, and not even a little “Tattoo” riding around in a golf cart!

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“WHERE’S MY FANTASY!?”

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It was obvious that the spirit had something else in mind. But what? I was hoping for something magical or even a mystical fantasy. After all, I knew I was dealing with spirits possessing powers beyond anything I’d ever imagined! And so I knew these spirits were well capable of bringing about whatever was in-store for me!

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There weren’t very many people at this resort, as I recall. At least not on the week days. It was almost like we had the place to ourselves! But it was a nice place. Not a five-star resort, mind you. It was a very nice little island though (aside from the restaurant help, needless to say! I’ll explain a little further down this page)

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ALONE WITH THE SPIRIT

Fantasy Island

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Not long after we arrived, Becky decided that some other family members needed to be here. So she went back to Guatemala City. I stayed on the island.

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And so, with the spirit having such a gift of gab, and always willing to TALK MY EAR OFF, there was not a moment of boredom here, (nor of silence). And so I merely roamed the little island, sometimes sitting in a hammock, under the shade of a palm tree, and talked with the spirit. And mostly, I remember that he went over and over on this burning question, as to just who I was in a former life….Jesus….or Hitler. But I must say, most of the time on this so-called, “Fantasy Island”, he inundated me with the possibilities of me being Jesus (in a former life), and of all the glorious things awaiting me.

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“YOU’RE HAVING MY BABY”…NOT!

(Title from the 1974 Paul Anka/Odia Coates hit, “You’re Having My Baby”)

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But as I was sitting under a palm tree, he then began to present to me a big story of how, not only I, as Jesus, was reincarnated, but also other Bible people, namely Mother Mary. “Yes Chuck, Mother Mary has also been brought back many times over the centuries. As a matter of fact, remember when you talked your girlfriend into getting an abortion, she didn’t want to have?”

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“WHAT A LOVELY WAY OF NOT SAYING HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME”

(lyrics from the 1974 Paul Anka/Odia Coates hit, “You’re Having My Baby” with the word, “NOT” added)

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The_Madonna_in_Sorrow wikipedia public domainThis inconvenient event happened a number of years earlier. I was an atheist. But I tried to convince myself that abortion wasn’t murder. In spite of that, the thought kept coming back to haunt me, that having an abortion would be preventing a life from coming into the world. So it was an undeniable fact that this abortion too, would be preventing a life: a human life from coming into the world!

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So upon deciding to have one anyway, I tried and tried to shake this thought, “Outta My Head!” But I couldn’t! I just couldn’t shake it! This inescapable and inconvenient truth kept coming back again and again to torment me, even though I was pretty much an atheist, back in those years! I would be preventing a life from coming into the world. Dirty rotten MURDER!

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In my heart of hearts, I knew it was!

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But on the day of the scheduled abortion, my girlfriend had a miscarriage (at least that’s what I was told at the time.) “That little girl you had, or should I say, almost had, was the soul of Mother Mary. You killed Mother Mary, Chuck! God was going to bring Mother Mary back into the world! And you killed her! You murdered Mother Mary!” The spirit was now telling me, that my insistence on her having an abortion put a stress on her, ultimately causing my girlfriend to have the miscarriage.

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And so began the spirit to bombard me with guilt about this sad chapter in my past. “Do you know what that little girl’s name was going to be that you killed? I had never really The_Madonna_in_Sorrow wikipedia public domainthought about this. “You were going to name her “Heather”.

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At this point I felt horrible! Not only was I responsible for that miscarriage, but that child had the soul of Mother Mary! And now the spirit was personalizing this by telling me the name that would’ve been given her: Heather!

(NOTE: As I look back on this episode, it seems that this horrible scenario presented to me by the spirit, was possibly a somewhat bizarre twist on that old anti-abortion argument…”What if Joseph had convinced the Virgin Mary into having an abortion of the Savior of the World?”)

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To explore deeper into this subject, please read…“The 6th Head of the Antichrist Beast: Cruel Compassion Regarding Abortion” or you can also read this…“Hands That Shed Innocent Blood: “God’s Providence in the Womb”

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DIS-FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING…

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Anyway, I was wearing a ring my former girlfriend had once given me. It was a gold band with myThe_Madonna_in_Sorrow wikipedia public domain birth-stone.

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The spirit began coming down on me hard, about how I treated her. “And she gave you that ring with all her love, you schmuck! And all you gave her was that tiny diamond ring! You no good piece of…” s#!@&t !”

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All I could do was just to take this verbal whipping! And oh man, was I feeling really low! A real creep was I!

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GHOST FROM PAST…

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Then the spirit reminded me of an incident which I went through a few years earlier, when an old public-school friend from back in Salem came by to visit me while I was working at the restaurant. He just showed up one day at our family restaurant. (This incident was in about 1976 or so, 3 or 4 years prior to this Island experience.)

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This old friend was dressed all in white: peasant shirt and pants. Clothes you might expect to see on a person living in the tropics. And now that I think of it, he did say he was currently living somewhere in the Hawaiian Islands.

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RING OF FIRE… My old friend was saying some strange things! And at one point, he saw this very same ring now being discussed. He told me it was a very special ring, and that it glowed with an aura emanating from it. He asked if I would take it off. So I did, and gave it to him. He started dancing around the back banquet room, holding up this ring above his head, saying weird things about the ring: saying that the ring glowed with some supernatural light! He talked about the ring as if it was of great importance. He then climbed on one of the banquet room chairs, and held the ring as high as he could. He was saying something about the ring being “very high” or something like that. Making such a big deal about a ring!

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“Poor guy”, I thought, “He’s really flipped out!” My old school buddy and his white suit was totally off his rocker!

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Now, years later, on this so-called Fantasy Island, the spirit was reminding me of this incident from the 70’s, with my old friend and this ring. “He was prophesying to you Chuck. I was controlling him. He was telling you how precious was the love given you by that girl!” I had little trouble accepting what the spirit was telling me. As a matter of fact, I still believe that my old friend in white was being led by spirits. His behavior was so bizarre that day, I can’t attribute it to anything else!

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”THIS “GOLDEN” RING DOESN’T SHINE FOR ME ANYMORE”…

(play on lyrics from 1965 hit song by Gary Lewis & The Playboys, “This Diamond Ring”)

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“I want you to take that ring and toss it into the ocean! Toss it, you no good p#$&%e?S%$T” I began to walk down to the black sand beach which was only a hundred yards away, looking at this “special ring”, overwhelmed with guilt of how I rejected her love… “God really hates you because of how you treated her! And she only gave you love! Toss that ring you no good SOB!! TOSS IT!!”

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And so I took this nice ring and tossed it as far as I could…into the ocean.

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I really felt bad about the way I treated almost all my girlfriends. And I really never realized how heartless I could be at times.

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CHANGED

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Well, these flashbacks of the past ended, perhaps as quickly as they began.

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And I must admit, because of this experience (and others), I became a changed person. In the future, I would try to be more honorable. Not that I was perfect, because I wasn’t.

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Just better.

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Now Becky arrived the next day with her family. So things became much more lively.

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And this little island had several large swimming pools, and an open-air restaurant. Becky’s parents also came there. We all had lunch on this nice restaurant patio overlooking the ocean, just a few hundred feet away, or less.

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Belize wikipedia share-alike license. By Eseiglihp. (Sunset on Caye Caulker). Click here for link.

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“CHICKEN-SALAD SANDWICH, PLEASE…AND…UH…HOLD THE FLIES!”

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The waitress took our order. They ordered Spanish food. I, being from the good ol’ U.S. of A., ordered a chicken salad sandwich. The waitress soon brought our food. I opened my chicken salad sandwich to inspect it. Upon opening it, I saw a big fat oversized black fly still in mint condition, laying there in the chicken salad, hidden under the bread. I lodged my complaint in English, and it was interpreted to the waitress And after a little discussion, Becky interpreted to me that the waitress replied, “Just take it out”. I objected. And my objection was interpreted back to the waitress, saying that I wanted another sandwich (Which, of course, would be standard procedure back in the states!)

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chicken_salad_sandwich_01.jpgIn a few minutes she came back with “another sandwich”. I opened it and thankfully, there was no large fly in it. But upon closer examination, I noticed an indent, very suspiciously in the exact same spot where the fly was located in the “other” sandwich! And after thinking about it for a few moments, I gave up and decided to make no further objections… and just shut up and eat the stupid sandwich!

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Now why am I telling this little story? I don’t know. I just think it’s a funny story, even though it wasn’t so funny at the time.

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But anyway, in a few days I would be eating something far worse than flies!

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WHERE’S DE FANTASY, MR. ROARKE?

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But I guess it was kind of anticlimactic at that time, considering how I was led to believe this was going to be some sort of fantasy. But that’s what happened. I was somewhat disappointed that nothing semi-magical happened, like it often did on that TV show.

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And there was no little fella named Tattoo running around the island either.

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And no Roarke!

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And no “pot of gold”!

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And no promise of future glory!

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“WHERE’S DE ISLAND!?”

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And if that isn’t enough of a wash-out story, I just found out (as I’m writing this) another disappointing fact. Whttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ricardo_Montalban_Herve_Villechaize_Fantasy_Island_1977.JPGE WEREN’T EVEN ON AN ISLAND! We merely took a ferry across an OUTLET OF WATER ALONG THE COASTLINE BECAUSE IT HAD NO BRIDGE! We were actually still on the mainland of Guatemala.

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What a disappointment!… NOT ONLY WAS THERE NO FANTASY… THERE WASN’T EVEN AN ISLAND!!! 

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“WHERE’S DE RESORT!?!”

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Now if that’s still not enough of a wash-out, I was also later informed that some time after we left there, a big Pacific storm http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ricardo_Montalban_Herve_Villechaize_Fantasy_Island_1977.JPGcame along and completely destroyed the entire resort!

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Well, it serves them right for sticking that fly in my chicken salad sandwich! Not really! Just kidding! Just kidding! Actually, I would eagerly and enthusiastically go back there, flies or no flies! It was a really nice and inexpensive resort! (Well, of course, I did lose that beautiful and expensive gold ring. And oh yeah, I also went to sleep with a lit Marlboro in my hand on the last day, and caught my mattress on fire, which I paid for.)

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”DON’T GO ‘ROUND TONIGHT…

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IT’S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE!”

(Lyric from the 1969 Creedence Clearwater hit, “Bad Moon On The Rise”)

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When we arrived back home at Becky’s parents, the weather became cloudy. During a dark night, there was a thunderstorm. I went up on the roof, because I learned by experience, that the spirit would answer questions using the lightning.

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And up there. all alone on that roof, it seemed like I could see across all the houses and townhouses for blocks. The night looked like one of Van Gogh’s more dreary paintings! And the lightning put on a show for free!

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In the distance, the electric air and the kaboom of the lightning caused the dogs around the city to bark and howl, which only made things that much more eerie! And as I said, the spirit would answer simultaneous to the lightning flashing. So I would ask something concerning whether I was Hitler or Jesus, and other such things. I could perceive no time delay between the lightning flash and his answer in my mind. His answers would be either “yes”, or “no”. If he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t say anything.

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I’m not sure how many nights this went on. Maybe just that one night. But I was bombarded with guilt over the miscarriage I caused, which resulted in the death of “Mother Mary’s” reincarnated soul. Of course by now, I didn’t know what to believe at this point. This spirit was as changeable as a fickle teenager.

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”I SEE EARTHQUAKES AND LIGHTNING”…

(Lyric from the 1969 Creedence Clearwater hit, “Bad Moon On The Rise”)

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One night, Becky and I were going to her Father’s church service. He had a very active church, which met seven nights a week, plus twice on Sunday! And as usual, there were many people gathered together on this weeknight service. Of course I couldn’t understand anything they said. It was all in Spanish. But there was lots of music, lots of singing, and an abundance of hand-clapping!

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KA-BOO-O-O-M…

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After much music and singing, it came time for Papa to begin preaching. During the service, the lightning began to flash outside. They had left the entry double-doors open, so I thought I would use this opportunity to ask the spirit more questions, and wait for the lightning and the spirit’s response. I figured that such a holy place as church might be the perfect place to get the answer I needed. And so I would look back at the open doors and ask a question, and wait for the lightning to flash. Now I can’t remember exactly what was happening right at the moment, as far as the church service. But I distinctly remember asking the question “Did I really kill the Mother Mary?” The lightning would flash, and a simultaneous answer would come, “Yes!”, or “No!”.

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“SPEAKING WORDS OF WISDOM, ‘LET IT BE'”

(Lyrics from Paul McCartney song “Let It Be”)

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And as I recall, I repeated this question several times. “Did I kill Mother Mary?…..Did I kill Mother Mary?” And about the second or third time…as soon as I asked the question, The spirit shouted, “NO-O-O-O-O-O!!”… and simultaneous to his answer, both the lightning and thunder cracked so loud, it was both blinding and deafening!

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But at the very same moment as that answer, the lightning completely turned the neighborhood white with the loudest crack you might have ever heard, resulting in the lights going out in the church and throughout the entire neighborhood!

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The lightning had caused the lights in the church and all through the neighborhood to go completely out! Now I was convinced that somehow the spirit had control over the lightning, in some way.

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Needless to say, the power outage brought the church service to a screeching halt! The noise of the ceremonies was quickly replaced by questioning voices throughout this darkened sanctuary. At least for 20 or 30 minutes, the service had ended until the power came back on throughout the neighborhood. Until it did come back on, everyone went outside the church in order to wait.

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As I said, the spirit shouted “NO-O-O!!”, totally in-sync with the lightning flash/thunder and the The_Madonna_in_Sorrow wikipedia public domainneighborhood power-outage. This was a loud answer from Heaven, as far as I was concerned. “NO” came the answer I was hoping for! “NO” I didn’t kill Mother Mary, after all!

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But then the spirit began to somewhat confuse the issue by saying, “Did God say “NO!”, or did He say, “KNOW!”???

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Well, what could I do with such an ominous and confusing answer as this? And so, I decided to just, “Let it be”.

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GOD NOT A MAGIC GENIE!

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Nevertheless, that lightning storm put the “final lid down tight” on all this “Me killing Mother Mary” nonsense!

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But also, this excursion to “Fantasy Island” put the final “cork in the bottle” on all this idea about God being some sort of, Ponzi-scheme”, in which you stroke some brass lamp, and “VOILA!”, a magic genie appears and offers you three wishes!

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No, as we left, I was disappointed there was no mystical experience!

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No earthly riches!

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No promise of future glory!

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Only the knowledge of what a miserable wretch and scoundrel I really had been through much of my “adult” life! 

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Ch. 23  “On A Train Bound For No-where”  

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This was more than just a bumpy ride! This was an excursion to No-Where’s-Ville!

 

CHAPTER 21: . “VACATION FROM (or rather, ‘IN’) HELL”

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Ever had a “Vacation From Hell”?

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Well…I think this one might just out-do yours!

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Because…well…just read the next few chapters, and decide for yourself…

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ESCAPING THE IRON CITADEL OF ATHEISM

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So now it was February, as I recall. And it was about 120 or so days after being “tossed out on my ear” from that sad and hopeless, “Iron-Citadel”, commonly referred to as “Atheism”.

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Such a dreadfully depressing ideology! And it eventually drowns its captives in hopeless despair, “who, through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.” Hebrews 2:15

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And those who live under atheism’s cruel tyranny, like I did, often resort to drinking ourselves into a temporary state of blurry-eyed blissfulness (or perhaps drugging themselves, which was not my chosen means of escape), all in attempt to forget about that eventual, “date-with-fate” and our inescapable, “appointment with The Grim Reaper”! (My means of escape was mostly with a little bourbon/cigarettes/television. And also, of course, managing an all-you-can-eat buffet often allows incredible middle-of-the-night “refrigerator raids”!)

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“THE BIGGEST FOOL TO NEVER HIT THE BIG-TIMES!”

(Word-play on lyrics from the 1963 Buck Owens song “Act Naturally”, changing “ever” to “never”)

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But now I was being given, not only songs from the spirit, but also being told a very glorious narrative on just how greatly God was going to bless me in the music world, which industry, by the way, was largely controlled by God Himself! WOW!!!

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Oh, to think that a short time ago I was being mercilessly tormented in a mental ward by demons, swan-diving onto a hard floor, falling onto sharp objects, and going in and out of hellish illusions and devilish delusions!

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And now…BUT NOW…instead, I was being told just the opposite! I was informed that I was soon to find fame and fortune in the L.A. music scene!

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And if that’s not enough, I was JESUS…in a former life!

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This might possibly make that classic, “rags-to-riches” story about the “Count of Monte Cristo”, look like a mere, “50-cent-burger-joint-pay-raise”!

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Ah yes, this was the turn-about of all turn-abouts! This was the lottery ticket of all lottery tickets! 

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This was…uh…it was….sufficed to say, “My prospects for the future were looking much better, thank-you.”

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THE BIG TUMBLE!

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But little did I know, nor suspect, that I was once again to be the “butt-end of a cruel joke” by the spirits.

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Little did I realize or was aware, that I was unwittingly being set up like a “bowling pin” by “Team-Lucifer”, only to knock me down flat, for a strike at the “Unlucky-Lanes Bowling Alley”! 

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And these super-intelligentsia (who, by the way, were extremely cunning beings), were gonna take me up to the very top of the tallest temple in Belize…That infamous Jaguar Temple, only to kick me down, down, down… about a couple hundred very steep steps…down onto my head!

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And then thrust me back down into the open-arms of Hell’s awaiting flaming-furnace-inferno, once again!

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But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

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Let’s leave TIKAL for now, and back up a month or two; back to that day in February, 1980, in Klamath Falls, when a very special person walked into my life…

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CHAPTER 21:

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“VACATION FROM (or rather, ‘IN’) HELL”

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT AND I AIN’T GOT NOBODY! (except for the spirits, that is!)”

(First line from the 1964 Sam Cooke hit song, “Another Saturday Night” with parenthetical comment by this website)

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Well, there I was! In a nice little home, all tucked away in a beautiful little woodsy neighborhood in the hills around Klamath Falls.

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No longer was I being terrified with the prospects of being cut up into little pieces! No more was I scorched with the eternal sentence of being, “tormented with fire and brimstone”, for all time and eternity by an angry God!

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And so, it’s not hard to imagine that I was beginning to get lonely, especially after getting dumped by my ex-girlfriend, just prior to when “all Hell broke loose” on my life (actually, I believe she was providentially taken away, to spare her from having to deal with what I was soon to be suffering back in that Unit 3600).

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Oh yes, I had the spirit. And he (or they), was constantly communicating with me!

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Nevertheless, I felt I needed companionship…human companionship! Female companionship!

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And so, I began to pray that God might bring someone into my life. “Oh God, please bring me someone!”

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ENTER THE LOVE INTEREST…

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Well, one day, not too long after I began praying about this, the phone rang…

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“Hello?”  

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There was a female voice on the other end of the phone line. But because of her heavy accent (and her obvious shyness and nervousness), I had trouble understanding what she was saying. Something about singing for someone’s wedding. Finally, after asking her to repeat herself a number of times, I figured out that she wanted to hire me to sing at a family member’s wedding.

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Of course, I said, “Okay”.

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PROBLEMS SOLVED

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I’m not quite sure what happened, but before I knew it, this very pretty lady was bringing pots and pans over to my house, and cooking absolutely great Spanish-style food.

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And so ended my loneliness issues.

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One less thing!

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And now I also had someone to sing my songs to. And she was convinced I was going places with my music! And so ended my lack of an appreciative audience.

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Two less things!

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THE LAND OF ETERNAL SPRING?

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And before I knew it, we were planning a trip to her beautiful little country of Guatemala, which borders southern Mexico and Belize. The trip was to last 30 days. This was in February. And the trip was planned for…I can’t really recall…I’m gonna say…in May. Yeah, I think we left in May till June, 30 days. So now I could take a well-deserved “R & R” away from the horrible, horrible, torment I went through up there in Unit 3600!

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Three less things?!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“IT AIN’T HEAVY…IT’S MY PENNANCE!”…

(Word-play on the 1969 Holies hit-song, “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother“)

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When the big day came for us to leave, Becky had managed to fill a large old Army-issue duffel bag with used clothes to take to the people in her father’s church in Guatemala. Her father was a pastor of a Church of God, a somewhat Pentecostal church in Guatemala City. I didn’t know that this heavy bag would have to be dragged for miles…by me!

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The old Army-green bag seemed 4 or 5 feet tall, and as much as maybe 30 inches wide. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Anyway, it was extremely heavy and just as awkward! I couldn’t believe how many clothes she got into that bag! We couldn’t even cinch up the top of the bag for all the tightly packed clothes.

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But bringing clothes to people in need was a good deed! Right? Right! And considering all the condemnation I had gone through for the last 7 months, I figured any check-marks in my plus-column couldn’t do me any harm! So I cheerfully pulled this bag along. Not a problem!

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And anyway, it beats playing organ in Hell! Correct? (see Chapter 15, almost the bottom of that page for explanation)

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“THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT !”

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During this time of getting to know Becky, the spirit was still communing with me. And so, at various times my head would nod “yes” or “no”, or rolling my eyes, or even rolling my whole head (Well, I guess that I’ve already mentioned this phenomenon in one of the previous chapters.) But anyway, I tried as hard as I could to suppress this phenomenon. But I couldn’t stop it! I’m not sure whether Becky noticed it or not, but she made no comment about it (But even though it was probably not even a tiny bit noticeable to others, I could really feel him make my head nod, making me apprehensive when in their company.)

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And to add to this really annoying phenomenon, the spirit would sometimes use my head to make his own commentary on what Becky was saying. So he would involuntarily roll my head back and forth in a circular motion (ever-so-slightly, remember), as if to say he was challenging the veracity of what she was saying. You know, kind-of like when rolling one’s eyes in doubt, at something someone is saying. Only he was doing it… not me! And sometimes I could just barely keep from laughing, because the spirit would make me laugh with his incredible sense of humor.

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“THANK YOU…THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!”

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The spirit gave me a song one day when Becky was visiting me. The song came all of a sudden. Just spontaneously. Oh yes, it was a simple song. I suppose it’s not too much to expect that a musician could easily do this. But anyway, here it is…

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When I look into your eyes, I find myself in love—-

And when I look into your eyes, I find myself in love—

Hold me close…hold me tight…always stay with me.

Hold me close…hold me tight…say you’ll stay by me.

When I… etc, etc…

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It was a nice little song, but bothered me because it vaguely reminded me of that old Presley song, “Love Me Tender”, (same tempo, but somewhat different chords and melody).

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THE VACATION FROM HELL

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(or should I rather say, “in Hell”?)…

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DOUBLE PENNANCE POINTS…

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And soon came the day to depart for Guatemala. From Reno Nevada to Miami Florida. Then from Miami Florida to Guatemala City, Guatemala. And oh yes, me dragging that large, clumsy, and very heavy duffel bag through the concourse of both airports. But my “heavenly brownie points” were adding up fast (or so I surmised), with every huff and every puff I made.  There went me… facing backwards…pulling this Army-issue monstrosity through the airports, and Becky leading the way!

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NEW REVELATION…

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The spirit soon began something very new with me. This fresh new insinuation began like this… “Oh Chuckie-Me-Schmucky, have you ever considered that maybe…just maybe you weren’t Jesus Christ in a former life?”

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The spirit now had my full and undivided attention at this point… “I thought that might get your attention, Me-Chucko.”

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I was now getting really afraid. The needle on my terror-meter was now hitting a solid 10 out of 10! The spirit was being very threatening with these kinds of taunts… “Did you ever consider that you might not be Jesus after all? Did you ever consider that you might have been somebody else in a former life? Somebody such as…say…like…uh…Adolph…uh… Hitler?”

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Okay, I was now in full-throttled fear at this new allegation via my spirit “friend”.

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Anyway, this suggestive torment (or maybe I should say, ‘torment-via-accusations’) lasted through most of the plane trip with me sinking lower and lower into my seat (or I might better say, “sinking into my hot-seat“).

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PREPARE FOR ROUGH LANDING…

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But finally, many of the passengers no doubt looked intensely out their window to get their first glimpse of Guatemala. And we buckled our seat belts to get ready for landing (And I buckled my “mental seat belt”, to get ready for what I feared to be, the ultimate “Vacation From Hell”: or better said, my, “Vacation IN Hell”, in spite of the fact that we were going to such a beautiful little tropical country.)

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“ ONE PERSON’S PARADISE IS ANOTHER PERSON’S PURGATORY”
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We arrived in Guatemala City in the afternoon. We somehow found a municipal bus to take to her parent’s house.

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I don’t know how I got the duffel bag on this crowded bus. But I must have… somehow.

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And in a few moments, we were rolling through the crowded streets of that great place…Guatemala City!

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Guatemala the land of Eternal Spring!

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But for me, it would be the land of ETERNAL TORMENT!

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(Title of the 2009 song by Paul Simon)

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I remember that we were standing up on the packed bus. I don’t know. Maybe we were sitting down. No, standing as I recall, holding on tight to the vertical hand-rails, as the bus kept stopping to let passengers on and off.

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While at one stop, as new passengers got on, all of a sudden, Becky cries out, “Mamasita! Mamasita!” I was startled. I looked to see who this person was.  It was a somewhat middle-aged lady. The woman began politely (but excitedly) hurrying her way through the crowded bus to get to Becky. Obviously it was Becky’s Mother. The lady began crying and hugging Becky. (Wow! I’m a little teary-eyed right now, just recalling that joyful reunion!)

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TRIPLE OR EVEN QUADRUPLE HEAVENLY PENANCE POINTS !!!!…

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We got off the bus. I managed to get the duffel bag off the bus, still hoping for some more heavenly penance points for my efforts. Still being taunted by the spirit as to just, “Who I was in a former life”.

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After getting off, we began walking through this older neighborhood toward Becky’s parent’s home. I can’t remember how I managed to get that duffel bag down the rough sidewalks. I don’t know. Maybe someone helped me (at least the airports had smooth floors! And actually, I probably used a cart through those places, now that I think of it). But at this point, the duffel bag was “light duty”, compared to the heavy burden this spirit was now laying on my shoulders, about me “maybe” being Hitler in a former life.

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“DORCAS NO HABLARA CON EL GRINGO’”…

In the Foyer

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We soon arrived at the home. It was an older town house in a humble, but fairly nice Guatemalan neighborhood in which each house was about 25 or 30 feet wide, and somewhat long, eventually leading out to small backyards. And each house adjoined one-other. Kind of “shotgun style” floor plans, if you’re familiar with those types. Long and narrow houses with a hallway down the middle. But this townhouse had an open-air foyer inside the front door (of course, the temperature never much fluctuated here, so an open air foyer works in Guatemala. They sure wouldn’t work back in K. Falls!). This foyer had plants (photo on left). And there was a big parrot named “Dorcas” in the foyer.

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And this large flower-laden foyer with a big parrot perched in the middle, made for a dramatic entry. They first introduced me to Dorcas, and tried to get him to talk. But Dorcas was being shy. No talking from Dorcas! This shy parrot was not in a cage. He was just sitting on a perch in the garden-like foyer. Pretty cool! 

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But Dorcas was determined to give me no greeting, try as we did to encourage him to do just that (however, little did I know that this now speechless parrot would give me a very loud, vocal farewell on the day of my departure!)

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(Parrot photo courtesy Brian Snelson for Wikipedia. For Brian’s link, just click here.)

Photo on left of foyer. Photo is greatly damaged.

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PAPA FELIX

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Now as far as being shy and not talking, Becky’s father was a different story. I met Becky’s family, and Becky had to translate for me and for them. Her brothers spoke fluent English, however. Her Papafamily was very gracious. Her father (“Papa”) however, was a Pentecostal pastor, and very serious-looking. Not that he was ill-tempered. But he was much too stern-looking for me. He made me somewhat really uncomfortable. Kind-of like, say, for example, my old high school vice-principal, an ex-marine with a crew-cut…Mr. Edigar (who btw, one day, picked me up by my shirt and held me up against my locker, and asked me, “Don’t you think your hair is getting a little too long?”, to which I no doubt answered, “Uh, yeah, I guess so”).

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There are just some people who make ya wanna do a wide swath in order to avoid them. 

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Oh it’s not that Papa was impolite. But what did I expect? After all, I was a perspective son-in-law, who, by the way, was going on a vacation with his daughter! Totally unbiblical! But I was oblivious to all these things. “ethically challenged”, someone might euphemistically put it. Perhaps “morally clueless” might be an even more accurate assessment. Actually, “A full-blown idiot” probably hits the proverbial “nail on the head”!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“AIN’T GOT NO CIGARETTES!”…

(Lyric from the 1965 Roger Miller song “King of the Road”)

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Now I was a heavy smoker, and I apologized for my habit. I told them I would like to quit. I told them that I was hoping the Lord would help me quit.

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Becky’s dad instantly latched on to that comment! He told me that the Lord could help me RIGHT NOW! “Uh…uh…Yeah…uh..I guess so”, I said.

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https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlboro_(cigarette)“Drats!” I knew I had been caught in my words! And before I could get another word out, he began to pray for me right then and there (not more than few minutes into our arrival!). I couldn’t understand what he was saying in his prayer for my smoking. But even though he spoke in Spanish, I nevertheless could tell he was a professional pray-er”!

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And so, after the short prayer, I was asked to forfeit my cigarettes. I suppose I reluctantly forfeited my pack of Marlboros (I had extra packs in my suitcase).

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Marlboro – Wikipedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME”…

(1926 song composed by George Gershwin with lyrics by Ira Gershwin)

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But soon I wanted a cigarette. So I went into my newly-assigned bedroom and smoked (Remember this was back in 1980. Attitudes have changed since then about smoking indoors).

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https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlboro_(cigarette)

Now, this bedroom only had one window. And this window was close to the ceiling. Outside the window was a stairway which led to the roof (which roof also served as a patio). And before long, Becky’s Dad climbed the stairway and peeked through the window to see if I was smoking. So I just held my cigarette by my side whenever he peeked in at me. This went on each time I smoked a cigarette. And he would peek at me three or four times each cigarette. I got used to it. It was actually kind-of funny and cute. I would see this head slowly rise up and look at me. I would simply hold my cigarette down until his head disappeared. Then about 30 seconds later his head would slowly re-emerge in the window. This went on for, oh, I don’t know how long. But Papa was no fool! He knew!

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Marlboro – Wikipedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

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“OKAY…WARM COLA I CAN DEAL WITH…BUT THIS!!!…”

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Coca_Cola_ad_ca._1943_IMG_3744.JPGAs with many smokers, I liked to drink cola when I smoked. So after a few days, upon running out of American smokes, I found a little neighborhood quick-mart. Actually it was just a little wooden shed that faced the sidewalk. It was like a https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlboro_(cigarette)hot-dog stand you might see at a carnival, only more primitive. Anyway, they sold my brand of cigarettes and Coca Cola in small bottles. The cola was warm, however, and I, being a spoiled Americano, had to suffer this inconvenience.

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But the cigarettes? No! They were NOT tolerable!

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Even though they had my brand, they were specially made differently for Guatemalans. They were like puffing on a pencil! “NO TASTE!”

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Coca Cola ad – ca. 1943 – Wikipedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

Photos of Marlboro logo and Coke glass – Wikipedia – public domain.

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“TEN DOLLARS FOR A CARTON OF CIGARETTES!?! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING!?!”…

Photo of Guatemala City post office courtesy wikipedia public domain.

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So it wasn’t too long till I asked Becky if there might be somewhere we could get American cigarettes. So we took buses into the city. And this trip for cigarettes turned into a great sight-seeing tour through Guatemala City.

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We came to the city center, and found an import-shop in the nicer section of the metro area. They had my brand! “Far out!” So I went to pay for a carton. But I couldn’t believe what they wanted for a carton of Marlboro’s. “Ten dollars?!” I said. “What a rip-off!”  This was about two or three times what I paid for a carton of Marlboro’s back in the U.S. (remember, this was 1980). But I knew I was stuck.

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So I reluctantly paid the ten dollars for each carton. (I won’t let this little story end without telling you about my bout with Emphysema. Emphysema is appropriately nick-named the “Living Hell”. This was how God finally cured me of smoking.)

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Photo of Guatemala City post office – courtesy wikipedia – public domain.

Street fair wikipedia & Elvind share-alike license.

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“TO BE OR NOT TO BE (ADOLPH)?”

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“THAT IS THE QUESTION!”

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We managed to rent or borrow a little car, a little old “Hillman” station-wagon (a station-wagon was the old-school forerunner of the SUV). And so began a tour through Guatemala City. We went to a giant street-market. We went to restaurants. We bought tostadas from street-vendors. This all would’ve been great, except for the spirit’s insinuations regarding my “past life” as Adolph. Or not Adolph. The spirit would constantly taunt me. Sometimes he would present me with evidence that would lead to the conclusion that I was Jesus in a former life.

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I remember going to a restaurant one evening (while under a heavy barrage of devilish taunts, assaults and condemnations), where a marimba ensemble was playing in this rather overdone, flower-laden but dark establishment. The whole scenario began to take on a really devilish aura to it! And the very adept marimba player began sounding really evil, playing satanic music like something skeletons might like to dance to! You know, kind-of like the theme music-intro to Alfred Hitchcock’s old TV show, if you’re old enough to remember that.

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As I recall, that entire dinner experience seemed as if I was in the pit of Hell!

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At other times he would present evidence that suggested that I was indeed Adolph. “Yes Adol…I’m mean, Chuck, you were born in 1950, Just a few years after Adolph died. Did you ever think that maybe God is bringing you back to pay for the 3 million Jews that you killed. If you were Adolph Hitler. But I’m not saying you were. I’m just supposin’.” So you can just imagine how these kinds of ominous and foreboding taunts made miserable, what should have been a wonderful vacation! This kept up pretty much day and night! Life was Hell on Earth! Literally! It was like finding out that you had a terminal illness, and only had a few weeks to live!

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“…and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receives the mark of his name.” Revelation 14:11

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As this above verse reveals, “no rest, day nor night” was the fate which I was now suffering!

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Sometimes however, the spirit would show his sense of humor. Really funny stuff! But these were greatly outnumbered by the constant barrage of attacks he was making concerning my being Adolph Hitler in my last life. “Now suppose, just suppose what kind of  punishment which you, or should I rather say, Adolph would deserve, for those 3 million Jews you/he killed. I suppose, Chuck, that God would have to bring you back three million times only to suffer three million horrible deaths. Just like Adolph made three million Jews to suffer.” With every new charge the spirit made, I sank lower and deeper into despair.

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Hitler-car – wikipedia – public domain

Adolph Hitler – Wikimedia – Public Domain

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THE SIGHT-SEEING TOUR OF ANTIGUA…

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Becky had an itinerary worked out for me to see her country.

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We drove to a town called Antigua one day. It was an old town, the original capital of Guatemala.

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Antiqua!

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A town rich with history!

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A city of quaint beauty!

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A place of historic intrigue!

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A town that might sprain the trigger-happy finger of any photo-snapping tourista!

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And we were gonna see it close up!

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But little did I know that the only thing that was gonna get “sprained” on this little excursion was MY POOR LITTLE BRAIN!

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Antigua guatemala_- 2009 – by chensiyuan for wikipedia – share-alike license. Click here for link.

Antigua, Guatemala – by Pedro Szekely from USA for Wikipedia – Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.

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C.I.A. SERENADE FOR MANUEL…

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OR…

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“HEY, WHY DON’T YA PLAY, ANOTHER SOMEBODY DONE SOMEBODY WRONG SONG?”

(line from the 1975 B.J. Thomas song of the same name)

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Do you remember that famous South American drug-lord…Manuel Noriega? Remember how, like the CIA had him trapped in some strong-hold? And in order to get him to surrender, they began playing loud and blaring non-stop heavy-metal, or perhaps some other kind of music as well? And eventually he did surrender.

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He probably couldn’t take hearing any more of that Heavy-Metal “music”!

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Photo of Manuel Noreiga – Wikipedia – Public domain.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“EVERYBODY’S TALKIN’ AT ME…ONLY THE ECHOES OF MY MIND”…

(line from the 1968, Nillson song, “Everybody’s Talkin'”)

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Well, I soon found out that the spirit had a similar little serenade planned for me! This was truly an unforgettable day! The entire day, the spirit (or spirits?) were making all sorts of noises in my head. It sounded like bombs exploding, screams, sirens, bells, whistles, chipmunks singing in 3-part harmony, etc…! You name it! I heard it!

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This went on for the entire tour through Antigua. All the while, Becky led me to various sightseeing destinations there in Antigua.  We went to an ancient church that was some sort of museum. It maybe even had a dead person, a cardinal or someone like a cardinal. He was enclosed in glass. Embalmed I think! Why, I know not?

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Anyway, it was impossible for me to enjoy this tour. My head had become a veritable “torture chamber”! The spirit(s) could quickly drive any person to suicide with these torturous plague of noises, especially if the person didn’t know the source of such noises!

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But I knew.

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And yet, when we returned home that evening, the sounds went away. And I’ve never had that phenomenon occur since, to this day. Thank God!

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Other phenomena? Oh yeah! Just not that particular one!

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

The Scream – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain – by edvard munch – c.1893

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YOU CAN KEEP THE CHANGE…

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As a matter of fact, there were constant torments and spirit-induced phenomena which I went through during this month-long “vacation”. I’m just relating the more memorable and dramatic ones.

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Anyway, one such phenomenon occurred in the form of the spirit having me perform deeds of “faith”. For example, at a very crowded neighborhood restaurant/bar (somewhat similar to this photo), when I paid for something that cost a few dollars, I gave a cashier a $20.00 bill and the $18.00 or so as a tip. Believe me, the Devil made me do it! (maybe $60.00-$80.00 in today’s money, and probably $200.00 in Guatemalan value back then!). Of course, the cashier remained completely straight-faced, as if she didn’t know how much I was giving her!

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Las Puertas, Flores Guatemala – Wikimedia – Creative Commons license

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MORE TORMENT…

379px-Hitler_1928 public domain wikipedia

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The spirit presented me with more logic that I was Hitler (in my last life). For instance, one of his big arguments in favor of the “Hitler theory” was that I was being brought to the last place that Hitler lived before he died: Guatemala (I know the prevailing rumor was that he actually hid out in Argentina). But who was I to argue? This was a spirit talking to me, maybe God himself! Regardless, the intelligence of this spirit-being far surpassed that of any human. “Oh Chuck, doesn’t it make sense that Hitler escaped here after the war. And doesn’t it make sense to bring you back to this place, in order to pick up where you left off?”

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All his arguments seemed flawless. He not only talked to me, but also put thoughts into my mind. So he seemed to have control of both the front and rear doors of my mind (as they say in the computer world). How could I resist the logic and power of this vastly superior being!

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Adolph Hitler – Wikimedia – Public Domain

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”OUR EX-SEVEN”…

800px-Mazda-rx7-1st-generation similar wikipedia GNU free user license

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The spirit was constantly taunting me about my sports car. “Ya know ‘Chuckie-me-#%$&’y!, your RX-7 could mean that you’ve just plain run outa luck!  The number “seven”  being the symbol of luck. Maybe that’s just your ex-number. Maybe your new number is “two”. You know, like…snake-eyes.”

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2d6_1_1.svgI never really played the game, “craps”. But I knew that snake-eyes (two) meant, “you lose!” So I got his point really well about my Rx-7. But what about the “LTD” at the end of my license plate? “Yes, yes, Chuckie-ex-lucky, that’s right. It says “LTD”. And that means ”limited”. Maybe that’s because this Judgment Day is just “limited” to you. Think about it. You, Adolph Hitler (maybe). You being the worst human to ever live. You killed three million Jews!  Think about it! Three million Jews! But maybe you’re not Adolph. I’m just sayin’.” It’s really hard to describe the horror that the spirit was putting me through. If you, the reader, have ever experienced a time of complete hopelessness and death, then maybe you can kind-of understand.

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Photo of RX7 courtesy Click here for link.

Snake eyes wiki…pub. dom.

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LAKE ATITLAN…

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Not every day was filled with torment. There were some days, which I call my “Jesus Days”. This was when the spirit was telling me that, “No I was not Adolph Hitler in a former life. But I was Jesus in a former life.”

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Sounds crazy? Yes indeedy! But this was not at all the torment of my own making. NO, NO!! I was merely enduring the torment which was being dished out to me… by these unseen spirits!

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But as I said, there were some days which were tolerable. There was one day in particular, which was one of my best days there in Guatemala. 

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With rented car we drove over really bumpy, sometimes dirt roads to Lake Atitlan. Hemingway, (somebody told me), once called this lake, “perhaps the most beautiful lake in the world”. I think the key word here is, “perhaps”. And maybe it was the most beautiful lake back in his day. But I would like to have invited Hemingway to some Oregon’s mountain lakes.

Guatemalan style weaving and tapestry Wikipedia public domain.

Anyway, we drove into a Mayan Indian village (similar to this photo). The town was very primitive, with little home-made brick huts. There were a few conventional buildings, such as a tavern and store.

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Becky and I found a lady making tapestry in front of her little hut. Becky worked out a deal with her on a number of tapestries to give to friends and relatives. The Guatemalan Indians have their own special pattern. It’s easy to spot a Guatemalan tapestry as this photo shows.

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Volcanoes at Lake Atitlan – wikimedia – share-alike license

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MESSIAH MOMENT…

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This happened to be one of the days in which the spirit was presenting “Jesus” logic to me. “Oh Chuck, why would I give you all those nice songs if you were Hitler?”

Becky at Lake Atitlan with tierra

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Since this was a good day I decided to get my guitar out and sing some of those nice songs which he gave me, to the locals. Becky, at the same time had bought a beautiful hand-made tier. And as soon as I started singing and playing, a large crowd of people collected. I’m not sure if it was more for Becky that they collected, or for me. And with her vivacious personality, they probably were more attracted to her (as this old photo shows).

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Becky had purchased a “tier”, and the large crowd was intent on watching the lady help Becky put it on. It kinda felt like we were famous, the way they crowded around us. I sure wish I could’ve stuffed this really great and appreciative audience with me in that Army duffel-bag, to every gig I performed at, back here in the States.

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“I KNOW YA ARE, BUT WHAT AM I!?!”…

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Just one more little incident of interest.

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You see, while playing before this happy crowd, I happened to notice a young American lady maybe in khaki shirt and shorts and braided hair, and possibly a red bandanna, walking by about 30 yards away. As she passed by she gave me a big scowl, as if to say “You ugly American”. It kinda took the edge off the moment for me. But I just kept playing and singing. And hey!… I’ve dealt with crowds of hecklers at gigs back home! I just kept right on singin’!

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As we drove our little rented 1960′s “Hillman” away from this quaint village, we waived goodbye to our “fans”, and in a moment, this experience became just a little vibrating blur in our rear-view mirror.

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And oh yes, I might add that the spirit was very well-behaved on this great day as well!

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Makes ya wonder, “What’s he got cookin?”.

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“Chuck Roast”, no doubt! “Yeah, and burnt to a crisp!”

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Photo of lake Atitlan courtesy wikipedia & Emilio Piovasan. To link, click here.

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Ch. 22 “Fantasy Island”…  

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Fantasy Island always made people better by the end of the show. This Fantasy Island was no exception!

 

CHAPTER 23… . “ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NO-WHERE”…

By admin On March 3rd, 2021

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Have you ever wondered why one nation rises to power…while another crumbles?

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Why does a great kingdom fall, just like a castle made of sand down by the seashore?

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Perhaps this chapter will be of interest.

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“At what instant I shall speak concerning a nation, and concerning a kingdom, to pluck up, and to pull down, and to destroy it; If that nation, against whom I have pronounced, turn from their evil, I will repent of the evil that I thought to do unto them.” Jeremiah 18:7, 8

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Anyway, let’s get back to the story…

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Sand castle at Cannon Beach Oregon. Cropped image – Wikipedia share-alike license. Click here for link to Photographer’s web page.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eoCHAPTER 23…

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“ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NO-WHERE”…

(Lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_ScreamWe were dropped off at the train depot in Guatemala City. We found a place on this very old train. The seats were just wooden benches, and most of the windows were broken out! But primitive as it was, this little locomotive was filled with passengers! Excitement filled the morning air! People were chattering! Chickens were clucking! And the spirit still talking at me…NON-STOP!!!

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Each person going to his or her own special destination. And we were no exception! And Becky, being a very gifted conversationalist, no doubt had already found someone to chat with and to laugh with, along the way.

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We were just about to embark on a trip to the Eastern Guatemalan Coast. Our big destination was Tikal, to see the Mayan temple ruins. The ancient temples! The jungles! The tropics! Mystery and exotic intrigue!

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And fortunately, this train-ride happened to be one of my “Jesus days”. And the spirit didn’t let up! He didn’t get tired!

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But on this particular day, his rhetoric was all about me…being Jesus in a former life!

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Yeah, this spirit was all about talk, talk, talk! He just didn’t let up with all his talking! I was exhausted, to say the least! But thankfully, he wasn’t condemning me for being Hitler at the moment! And so this was definitely a step up from that! I mean a HUGE step up!! I mean…I’ll take being Jesus in a former life, rather than Hitler, AAANY ol’ day of the week, thank you!!! 

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The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

 Guatemalan train station by Nils Oberg share-alike license.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“GOOD MORNING GUATEMALA…HOW ARE YA?”…

(Wordplay on the 1972 Arlo Guthrie great train eulogy, “City of New Orleans”)

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This old relic of a train began to roll down the rickety tracks, taking us to an otherwise wonderful and colorful adventure within that tiny but beautiful little country… Belize (I say, “otherwise wonderful and colorful adventure”, because this excursion would also be part of my “Vacation From Hell”).

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A BUMPY RIDE

800px-Tourist_train_at_Alto_Mire_Olga by Nils Oberg for wikipedia share alike license

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Before long, this bumpy train-ride became very uncomfortable. Wooden benches for seats, after all! But we stopped at various times, and I was no doubt glad to get off the train for a few minutes of relief!

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At one lingering stop, I remember that Becky befriended a little boy, who followed us everywhere on that 30-minute stop.

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Photo of Guatemalan train courtesy Wikipedia. click for link to photographer – Nils Öberg.

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PRIMITIVE, PRIMITIVE, PRIMITIVE!!!

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But we were soon back on the train, and the big steel wheels were rolling once again, down those rickety old tracks, chugging steadily closer to our final destination. 

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But as morning turned into afternoon, the passengers began to thin out. We looked at all the scenery. I was kind-of disappointed that there weren’t more trees in Guatemala, at least in the parts that I saw. Oh yeah, there were lots of fields! But I had Guatemala figured for jungle-like terrain. Guess I was wrong!

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There were big grass huts in some of the fields. I was a little surprised at how primitive some of these country-folk were. 

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As I looked out the train window, my eyes “bugged-out” as I saw one peasant lady outside of her grass hut, just standing there, with not one stitch of clothing, looking at us rolling by! As I said, these country folk were very primitive (This photo I got from the Internet shows a grass hut which was similar to what I remember seeing along the way).  

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similar-type hut (not guatemala) – wikimedia-commons – share-alike-license

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“WE WERE BOTH TOO TIRED TO SLEEP”…

(Lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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As the day wore on, the passenger cars became desolate. It was kind-of eerie, being pretty-much the only souls on this antique train, except for perhaps a few others. Yeah, most all the passengers had already gotten off at their appointed destinations. But we still had a long way to go, till we reached our final destination. 

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At some point it started raining. And not just your average rain! This was an incredible torrential down-pour! It was like someone upstairs decided to dump a giant bucket of water down onto the earth!

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And just now, as I’m writing this, an old childhood memory is flashing back in my mind: Yeah, I can still recall asking my beloved Grandpa Frank, one day as we both walked along (probably after one of those proverbial Willamette Valley, Salem Oregon rainstorms), “Grandpa, does God pour out a bucket of water when He wants it to rain?” Well, all I remember is, he gave me some nonsense about “atmospheric conditions” or something! But still, that answer didn’t convince my little 4 year-old mind! No, I confidently held fast to my “God’s rain-bucket theory”!

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But that was years ago! And right at the moment, I’d have to say, this Guatemalan rainstorm we were now riding through, quite possibly made those rainstorms back home in Salem, merely seem like a bad drizzle! And this wouldn’t have been much of a problem for Becky and me, except that most of the windows were broken out on this little old relic of a train, as already stated! So we were forced to search the cars for a seat with windows. But since mostly all the passengers had already gotten off the train, we pretty much had our choice of where to sit!

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By now it was dark. Can’t remember if the train had stopped, but it probably did, to let off the last few remaining passengers (or, at least I thought it let off the last passengers!) But somehow, we made it to another train-car. And we found a dry seat. And though there was no way to escape from those hard wooden seats, we were just happy that we had found a DRY wooden seat!

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But even though we solved the water-through-the-windows problem, a new dilemma now arose! 

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A dilemma in the form of a mystery!

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This is because, when we did finally find a seat with windows in-tact, we immediately glanced up to notice this big dark silhouette looming about four or five seats in back of us. Other than this dark lone figure, there was probably not another living soul on the train (not counting the Engineers of course!)

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“I MET UP WITH A GAMBLER”…

(Lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers hit song, “The Gambler”)

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Okay, okay, so this was no gambler (like the above title suggests). Actually, he looked like a man who didn’t like to take chances. From his appearance, he looked like a guy who made sure the job got done, whatever that job happened to be!  And even though the dim lights inside this train-car were possibly kind-of flickering, as I vaguely recall, I glanced back to get a more detailed perspective of this foreboding-looking “mystery man”.

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His out-of-place apparel appeared like he was an American. He had on a dark business suit and an overcoat. He was wearing a Dick Tracy style hat. He just sat there, kind-of intently looking down. Very morose! I thought to myself, “This guy has to be CIA or Mafia! One or the other!” He somewhat resembled Luca Brazzi (remember that “hit-man” in “The Godfather”). Definitely the destroyer-type! A real Apollyon! A formidable Abaddon!

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Becky and I were both nervous with this mystery man in back of us.

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BECKY GOES RIGHT TO WORK TO GET INFORMATION!

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After a while Becky said, “I’m going to talk with him”. So she went back there and sat down in the seat just in front of him, as I recall.

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As I said, Becky was a gifted conversationalist. But I couldn’t hear what she said. I suppose the rain was making such a loud sound on the roof above us, that it would have been impossible for me to hear (not to mention, the sounds of the steel wheels rolling down and stressing against those rickety old tracks below).

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When she returned, I whispered, “What did he say?”

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But to my disappointment, when she came back she didn’t have much to say about her conversation with this stranger. She probably did most of the talking.

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Nevertheless, this mystery-man was most likely on a mission! That seemed for sure! I didn’t need anyone to tell me that! And it didn’t look good for somebody! But just who was that “someone” gonna be? That was, “the $64.00 question!” (as my old high school math teacher, Mr. Finneran (who btw, didn’t like me too much), always used to say!)

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“SOMEWHERE IN THE DARKNESS”…

(Lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers mega-hit song, “The Gambler”)

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Eventually we arrived at the end of the line, which was the eastern seacoast of Belize. It was about 10 pm or so. About 14 hours of travel. Hooray!!! No more wooden benches!!! 

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The rain had finally stopped.

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And as we got off the train (my entire body, no doubt, still vibrating from those hard wooden seats), I immediately noticed that this part of town was dark and completely deserted.

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Well, maybe it was completely deserted. Hopefully so!

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From all appearances, we were probably in an old industrial section of town. Or maybe the docks and fish canneries, by the ocean.

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Yeah, it was the fish canneries, no doubt! 

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We walked through the dark, wet, empty streets. And beside us, the only sounds were probably the echoing of our shoes, as we nervously (and hurriedly) made our way through this (hopefully) desolate area, on the other side of town.

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And all the while, I probably listened intently, so as to make sure there weren’t an extra pair of shoes echoing!

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But fortunately, the long row of tall buildings probably amplified every little sound. Thus, I would have immediately known, had there been somebody following us!

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But maybe still, a cold chill ran through my already-adrenaline-laced veins! On such occasions, it always did! And I’ve been beaten up in similar surroundings. And robbed as well!

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And really, what are ya gonna do, even if there were an extra pair of shoes echoing? Do you look back? Ya really can’t run! You’d feel stupid doing that! And ya just can’t hide! That would look even stupider! And so we simply…kept…walking. Quickly, quickly!! (maybe occasionally glancing behind us, like this above drawing attempts to portray.)

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ABOVE DRAWING: Chuck and Becky hurry through the dark streets, Chuck glancing behind them.

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“SOMEWHERE IN THE DARKNESS, I MET UP WITH A…A PIZZA PARLOR!?!”

(Wordplay on the lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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We finally found a room. Fantastic!

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The night-clerk told Becky about a nearby restaurant.

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Shortly we found it; a large pizza parlor, miraculously still open!

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First of all, I was astonished that there was an Italian restaurant here, much less being open at this late hour in an seemingly deserted section of that town! So we were happy about that! The old building which currently housed this large Italian restaurant had big rooms and tall ceilings and totally void of patrons; and there were only several employees, at this late hour.

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“I MET UP WITH A GAMBLER”…AGAIN!!!

(Lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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But as we entered, we were somewhat shocked at what we saw inside! Yeah, over in the corner, sitting at a table, was the Destroyer (the CIA/Mafia man)! Alone, still looking down, this time at his table, as if he were waiting for his next contact, to give him his final instructions!

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Now Becky could liven up any room, and I’m sure she did…to a certain extent in this mostly empty restaurant, talking to the one or two employees still working.

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But still, “The Destroyer” just sat there, off in the distance…still looking down. The shadows in the far corner of this restaurant possibly providing him with an extra cloak of darkness. Even the light above some persons seems to emanate only Darkness. Either he was trying to find something or someone….or trying to not be found! But if he was trying not to be found, he probably wouldn’t look so CIA-ish! The business suit and hat made him stand out like a pit-bull at a poodle-picnic! So logic would insist that he must be trying to find something…or someone!

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“THE GAMBLER HE BROKE EVEN”…

(Lyric from the 1978 Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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Well, happily, we never spoke to, nor saw that mystery man again.

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But that’s not quite the end of the story. Yeah, as that wonderful old radio story-teller always used to say, “Now, for the rest of the story!”

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You see, one day, some time later, upon mentioning that incident, Becky informed me that she had heard “There was a murder in that sea-town…at that very same time!”

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Okay, so I guess my gut instincts were right about that guy! Sometimes you can tell about someone by just looking him in his eye!

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AN INCIDENT LONG AGO: “DOS MUY MALO HOMBRES!”…

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And speaking of getting the “heebie-jeebies” about someone, I recall one time, a few https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:NCR_Registrierkasse_Austria.jpgyears earlier, at our all-you-can-eat-buffet, when two guys walked in. I could tell that they were from out-of-town. But the moment they walked in, they just stood in the hallway, glaring at my N.C.R. cash register like it was a New York Steak!! Medium Rare!! I knew that these two cool customers wanted to cash-in on my cash register, real bad! But since I was standing there like a Rooster, guarding the hen-house…well… they probably just figured they’d have to fight me for it, and gave up on that idea! So nothing happened that day!

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But those two bad hombres had hungry eyes! And not merely for the buffet!

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Yeah, sometimes ya just get the chills…when ya realize that a man’s got murder in his eye!

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And this guy was no exception! This Destroyer was sent. He was following orders… orders from the Boss! His orders were to get the job done and apparently he did get it done! I guess this Apollyon has been getting the job done for a long, long time!

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So now that his job was finished in this town, where would this hit-man go to next? To the next job, no doubt! This Abaddon would find the next person… or group of persons who weren’t holding up their end of the bargain…with the Commander!

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The Destroyer on a “Train Bound For Nowhere”

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“The lion is come up from his thicket,

and the destroyer of the Gentiles is on his way;

he is gone forth from his place

to make thy land desolate;

and thy cities shall be laid waste,

without an inhabitant.”

Jeremaih 4:7 

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Chapter 24: “The Lost Isle of Thunderbolts”

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Chuck turns into a “Right-Turn” extremist, and also, buys the world’s costliest gum! 

CHAPTER 24 . “ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NOWHERE”, . CONTINUED: . “THE LOST ISLE OF HOT THUNDERBOLTS!”

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As told in the previous chapter, Becky and I boarded a little “choo-choo train”, taking us from the hustle-bustle of Guatemala City to the east coast, and onward to the tiny, but beautiful tropical country of Belize.

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Our ultimate destination was Tikal and the incredible temples of the ancient and mysterious Mayan civilization.

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But as the title of this and the previous chapter reveal, we were actually riding on “A Train Bound For Nowhere”…

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“THUNDER AND LIGHTNING…OH YEAH!”

(“Thunder and Lightning” is a 1972 Chi Coltrane song)

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But little did I know, that this, my “bound for nowhere” experience would be preceded by a strong warning from Heaven!

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A warning to not wander away from home!

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An ominous threat in the form of, “Thunder and Lightning…Oh Yeah!”

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CHAPTER 24

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“ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NOWHERE”,

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CONTINUED:

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“THE LOST ISLE OF HOT THUNDERBOLTS!”

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“They kept not the covenant of God,

and refused to walk in His law;

And forgat His works…

Therefore… their days did He consume in vanity,

and their years in trouble…

and their flocks to hot thunderbolts.

He cast upon them the fierceness of His anger,

wrath, and indignation, and trouble,

by sending evil angels among them.”

Psalm 78:10, 11, 33, 48, 49 

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“MERCY? SORRY, I’M FRESH OUT!”

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The next day, after that dark and mysterious night, and running into that darker and even more mysterious stranger, Becky bought two tickets for a commuter boat.

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I had absolutely no idea where we were going. I was kind-of “in my own little world”. I was preoccupied with the spirit and his incessant talking.

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The boat was filled with passengers. Maybe 30 people! Maybe 50! (It looked similar to this Wikimedia photo, but possibly about twice the size, or more, with a walking-isle down the middle, with seats on either side of the middle-isle, as I recall).

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Now, the spirit was really coming down on me hard, at this moment! I distinctly remember that this was definitely a Hitler Day! And as I said, I was in my own little world. This was because, on this particular day, the spirit condemned me really heavily that, “You just might have been Hitler in your last life”. The spirit was probably coming on stronger than on any previous day, except maybe for that day back in Antigua, when I was bombarded with noises all day. But once again, he was literally crushing me under the weight of his accusations and con-damnation!

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“MERCY’S JUST A LADY WHO LIVES DOWN THE STREET!”

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As the boat cruised across the water, I just couldn’t take his threats and condemnation any longer! It became way too much! Finally, out of sheer desperation, I pleaded for mercy… “God please have mercy!!”, I silently cried out!

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“Oh you want mercy, do you?” said the spirit, pointing me to a rather large Belizean lady passenger, squeezed into this crowded boat, “Well that’s Mercy sitting over there! You see, Chuck, Mercy’s just a lady who lives down the street!”

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But I still kept pleading for mercy (silently of course…in my thoughts). But each time I did, the spirit kept repeatedly pointing me to that same heavy-set middle-aged lady, saying, “Mercy’s just a lady that lives down the street!” Well at the time, I took this to mean that God had no mercy left for the likes of me! You know, just like saying, “Mercy? Sorry, I’m fresh out!” 

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But it wouldn’t be till much later, that I would find out what that was all about. I was to eventually meet the real Mercy! And lo and behold…she actually did live just down the street! But I’ll have to tell that story much later.

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”I SEE EARTHQUAKES & LIGHTNING…

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I HEAR THE VOICE OF RAGE & RUIN!”

(Lyrics from the 1969, Creedence Clearwater Revival incredible mega-hit song, “Bad Moon Arising'”)

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After some time, the boat lands on an island. I guess they call them “cays” here in Belize. Anyway, about a dozen skinny little jet-black, bare-foot boys, only wearing shorts, come running up to the boat and are all fighting to take our luggage. I look at all the very big wide eyes, staring at us…obviously working for tips! But there are no smiles. They’re all business! Vying for our luggage! A bunch of little right-wing capitalists, no doubt!

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Anyway, we give the two or three of the “winners” our luggage, and they lead us to a motel on this island. It actually is a pretty nice two-story motel in an otherwise primitive looking…uh…jungle island-village, I guess you might call it.

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Our motel room is very well-kept, complete with a great balcony overlooking the beautiful ocean! Actually, nicer than most modest-priced motels back in the States! 

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To tell you the truth, under different circumstances, this could be a dream place to hole-up in, for a while!

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Dinosaur lightning – Wikipedia – Photo by Hallie Larsen, National Park Service – Public Domain

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“HOT THUNDERBOLTS”

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But before long it grew dark. And the rain began to fall again.

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But this time it wasn’t just rain, like on the previous night’s train-ride!

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No, this time, the rain was accompanied by thunder and lightning. And not just yer run-of-the-mill flash of lightning, followed by a delayed peal of thunder! No no NOOO! This thunderous lightning-flash was super bad! And super loud!

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”KARRACK!!!” “KABOOM!!!”…

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It sounded directly over our heads! I can’t think back of ever hearing thunder as loud as it thundered that night! Perhaps it was amplified by the sea which surrounded this little cay.

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This went on for much of the evening as I recall. It was so loud, we had to cover our ears! And even the walls shook, as I recall! And because of the intensity of this lightning and thunder, it really seemed like God was angry with me!

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”KARRACK!!! “KABOOM!!!”

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Okay, okay, I can just hear you (the Reader), thinking to yourself, “This guy is bending everything against himself…now even the thunder and lightning!”

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Alright, alright! I get it! I get it! But let me just say this: if you ever go through such an intense lightning storm, while at the same time, an unseen spirit entity is accusing and condemning you…then you’ll probably understand why I felt the way I did! 

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And even listen to Scripture…“Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out Thine arrows, and destroy them…The adversaries of the LORD shall be broken to pieces; out of Heaven shall He thunder…” Psalm 144:6 & 1st Samuel 2:10.

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So, see!? I’m not so crazy, after all! As these above verses reveal, thunder and lightning are used in the Bible as pictures of God’s wrath upon His enemies! (I’m sure glad I didn’t know about these two verses back there in that motel room!) 

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Lightning 1882 – Wikimedia – US public domain commons

Chariot of Orion – copyright of www.signsofheaven.org

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“FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD”…

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In the morning, the forgiving sun came out once again, as if the previous night’s storm had never even happened!

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I guess the tropics can be very like that! Because now the ocean was a peaceful and beautiful turquoise blue. The sand was white. The breeze was soft. The air warm. It was as if that previous night’s storm was just a bad dream!

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And this tropical place, or island, or whatever… could’ve been used on a “Gilligan’s Island” episode. (Pretty much like this Wikipedia photo!)

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“As a bird that wandereth from her nest, so is a man that wandereth from his place”

Proverbs 27:8

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And so I decided to go for a walk, to get the lay of the land…to survey the world. The beautiful sunny new morning made me forget the severe warnings which I got from the previous night’s thunder and lightning. And on this very pleasantly warm and seemingly friendly day, it was very easy to simply wander away from home-base…

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But that was my first mistake!

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I should never have wandered off by myself!

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Not knowing where I was going, I found a path, not too far from the light blue sea. And so I began to follow that path. It led into a thick jungle. But where it would take me, I just didn’t know!

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Maybe some adventure!

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Who knows, maybe I’d run into Ginger or Mary Ann (of Gilligan’s Island fame)!

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Yeah…who knows?

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Dawn (Mary Ann) Wells Gilligan’s Island 1964 – Wikipedia – Public Domain

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“DEFINITELY A RIGHT-TURN EXTREMIST !”

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But no sooner than I set foot on my new journey, the spirit began a really odd phenomenon with me!

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At this moment, the spirit began leading me to believe that this little excursion was some kind of quest to find something valuable. A kind of mystery hunt for hidden treasure or something. And for some reason, he made it impossible for me to turn to the left. I simply could not turn left. I could only turn right. As I walked through this very primitive little jungle village (much like this photo), I had to turn right. If I wanted to make a left turn, I soon realized I could only do so by turning right for a three-quarters turn. The problem was, I had to do it inconspicuously, so no one else would notice! Because, there were other people, local villagers, also walking along this pathway!

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Now if I wanted to turn right, this was no problem. But to turn left—that was a different story! So I would kind-of hesitate, as if I was just examining something off in the distance. You know, like a tourist might do. Then I’d turn right a little more. And then a little more. Still pretending to be examining. And finally I would make that three-quarter turn necessary to go left. Ah-ha! I did it! Nobody thought me strange! LOL!

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This jungle was very beautiful, and very overgrown! With just a beaten path to walk along. The residents of this island were walking back and forth, going about their daily business, no doubt. Some more capitalist-right-wingers, I suppose!

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“YOU CAN KEEP THE CHANGE!”

Right Turn Extremist

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Anyway, the various little huts were interspersed within the thick jungle. I finally found a “Seven/Eleven” quick-Mart. Well not exactly a “Seven/Eleven”. Okay, so it was just a grass hut with one side open with a little counter. But I couldn’t be choosy at this moment! IT WAS THE ONLY STORE IN TOWN!! So I bought what ever it was I bought. Actually just a pack of gum. Why gum? I just wanted to buy something! And after making a rather quick inspection of her inventory, I opted for the gum! 5 or 10 cent gum! 

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(EDITOR’S NOTE: This “7-ONCE” drawing to the right does not depict nearly as much foliage as the actual island had. The artist (me) was just too lazy to draw in all the extra trees and bushes!)

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WORLD’S MOST EXPENSIVE GUM!

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Okay, so 5 or 10 cents for gum! Not a problem, right? Well, there was a problem! You see, this otherwise simple transaction became complicated, when the spirit overwhelmed my mind, insisting that I “show my faith”, by not getting my change! A five dollar bill (about $15.00 or $20.00 in 2020 money, and maybe as much as $50.00 or more in theirs!) For 10 cent gum! With a straight face, the lady accepted the rather large tip.

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But I suppose I was purchasing goodwill from these quaint folk. Probably not! They, no doubt, decided they were dealing with just another idiot or something! Imagine that!!

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But whatever this lady thought of me, one thing was for sure! The gum that I bought from her was the most expensive gum I would ever buy! And she unflinchingly took my money as if she were taking my soul!

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(This verse seems irrelevant and will not make sense until You read “Part 2” of this e-book, should the Lord graciously permit me to write it)

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But then having bought that gum, I proceeded forward on this treasure hunt, or whatever in the world it was! By now I knew better than to trust this unseen being! He was just too changeable to put any confidence in!

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Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit – Wikipedia – share-alike license

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“YELLOW BRICK ROAD IN REVERSE!”…

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And so, after this 2-minute pause, I resumed my quest to find whatever it was I was searching for. Still http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cowardly_lion2.jpgonly making right turns. It kind-of started feeling like I was in that old movie, “The Wizard of Oz” walking along that infamous “Yellow Brick Road”.

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But unlike that brainless Scare-Crow in that old movie classic, I was going backward…away from OZ! Me more brainless!

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And instead of the road getting larger, the road only got narrower and narrower! Eventually, my right turns became sharper until my path finally came to an abrupt end.

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This not-so-yellow-brick-road ended and I could go no further!

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Was there a pot of gold here?

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Was this the end of my rainbow?

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KNOW WHEN TO FOLD EM”…

(Lyrics from the Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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Well, as I said, I finally came to the end of the path! And was I ever surprised at what I found there! No, there was no OZ! No, there was no Wizard! No, there was no rainbow! And no, there was no pot of gold either!

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So where was this?

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What was this?

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DESOLATION

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The place I came to, looked like an ancient ruins. It was obvious that some structure had once been here…long ago! But now, only the crumbling foundation-footings remained (somewhat like this photo I found on the net). I sat down on the stone footings, lit a Marlboro, and contemplated what this building might have been at one time. Maybe this was once part of an ancient civilization!

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But now, only the ruins remained, crumbling by reason of the moist, salt-laden air from the surrounding sea!

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Well, whatever it once was, one thing was for sure. It was now long gone! Now only this monument of a broken foundation remained as a reminder of its former days of glory! And even that was mostly destroyed! I felt like all this time I spent getting here was a waste of valuable time! And all these right turns! It was a lose-lose situation! What nonsense! The building was long gone! It was too late! A civilization gone…or destroyed! Too late to revive it!

The cards were all laid out on the table as far as this treasure hunt on this unknown Island!

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As the songster sang, “Ya gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em!”

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IT LOOKS LIKE THE “DESTROYER” (the mystery man on the train) HAD ALREADY BEEN HERE TOO!

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I guess this group of people hadn’t been holding up their end of the bargain either!

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You know…their bargain with “the Commander”!

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They hadn’t held up their bargain with the Commander!

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“KNOW WHEN TO WALK AWAY,

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KNOW WHEN TO RUN!”…

(Lyrics from the Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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So after deciding that there was nothing more that I could do here, I knew it was time to walk away, back to home-base. I guess I should never have wandered off, away from home-base! And so I went back to home-base.

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I could once again turn right or left. Whichever way was more reasonable. That’s the way I once again turned. And hopefully, this strange devil-inspired phenomenon would never ever plague me again!

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Oh yeah, I lost precious time. And though it all lasted only 20 minutes or more, looking back it seemed like 20 years lost! But I was forever cured of wanting to turn to the right (or even to the left!) The experience taught me a valuable lesson I’ll never forget!

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And the thing that must be remembered is this: even if I could have only made left turns, instead of right turns, I would no doubt have ended up in this very same place! And though this may have once been a great society, now it was just a No-Wheres-Ville, no matter which way you turn!

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Truly, truly, our train ride the previous day was only just a “train bound for nowhere”!

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Tourist train at Alto Mire Olga by Nils Oberg – cropped image – wikipedia – share alike license

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“But Nothing Can Change The Shape of Things To Come”

(Main lyric from the 1968 song by Max Frost & The Troopers, “Shape of Things To Come”)

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So yes, truly this Lost Isle of Thunderbolts  experience cured me forever! Yeah, I never ever wanted to turn to the right again! (or even to the left, for that matter!)

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And truly, this little experience turned out to be, “the shape of things to come!”

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“Keep thy heart with all diligence;

for out of it are the issues of life…

Ponder the path of thy feet,

and let all thy ways be established. 

Turn not to the right hand

nor to the left:

remove thy foot from evil.”

Proverbs 4:23.26, 27

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(Lyrics from the Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler”)

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“Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity…

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One generation passes away, and another generation comes:

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…and there was no profit under the sun.”

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Ecclesiastes 1:2, 4 & 2:11

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Ch. 25  “Return, O Promised One”…

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The Mayans would’ve been proud! NOT!”

 

CHAPTER 25: . “ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NOWHERE” CONTINUED: . TIKAL… . ”RETURN O PROMISED ONE!”

By admin On March 3rd, 2021

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Well, our “train bound for no-where” delivered us to the door-step of the little tropical paradise of Belize. 

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And up to this point in time, my “Vacation From (In) Hell” was going, so-far, about as enjoyable as perhaps… say… for instance, A SWIM IN THE LAKE OF FIRE!!!

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…All the various tormenting experiences I suffered through here in Guatemala/Belize:

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The tour of Antiqua (the insane noises),

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…or, the “Right-Turn Only” phenomenon. .

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…or the “Lost Isle of Hot Thunderbolts”.

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…or the “Fantasy Island” accusation of me murdering Mother Mary!

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Etc…etc…

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But why was all this happening?

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I had absolutely no explanation, except for the constantly changing stories which my unseen spirit “companion” was telling me!

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The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

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WHY THE CHANGE?

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And here’s another question:  “Why did the spirit change his explanation of ‘Eternal Torment in Hell’ to ‘Re-Incarnation’?”

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I was getting assaulted by these spiritual “Fiery Arrows”!

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And besides being agonizing beyond belief, it was confusing, to say the least! It was like being taken up in a “Whirlwind” a “Hellish Cyclone”!

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But it wasn’t a whirlwind or even a cyclone of my own imagination! Oh no! This all became so real, because of the manifestation of these spiritual powers, which were in full control of this cyclonic tempest which I was now caught up in!

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110413 – NOAA – tornado -National Weather Service/F. Smith – 02 – public domain

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CHAPTER 25:

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“ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NOWHERE” CONTINUED:

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TIKAL…

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”RETURN O PROMISED ONE!” 

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THE ROLLER-COASTER RIDE TO HELL-AND-BACK!

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We continued on our journey toward the Tikal ruins.

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But Becky had set up another side-adventure. This little excursion began when we climbed into a long narrow boat.

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Our guide was taking us to… somewhere.

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But, instead of enjoying this boat-ride, I was so preoccupied with the spirit, I really didn’t know nor even care where I was going! Either I was Jesus, or I was Hitler. Hitler or Jesus! Jesus or Hitler!

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These were his on-going assertions and assaults whirling about in my head like a Midwest tornado!

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And so, as our guide took us up and down the channel of some river, the spirit was taking me up and down on a spiritual roller-coaster ride, to Hell and back!

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Jesus over Jerusalem – Enrique Simonet Flevit – 1892 – Wikimedia – Public-Domain

Hide Thyself in thy Chambers – Inspired by Tornado-Over-Kansas by John Curry

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THE IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS

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But though I was being plagued by the spirit, I was still aware enough to remember riding in this boat (actually a very long and wide motorized canoe) along the banks of a jungle. And I do remember that we came to the ruins of an old fortress which was built at a point of an entrance to the ocean.

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As I remember, we got out and walked around this fortress. Or maybe we didn’t. But nevertheless, this great stone-and-mortar citadel had probably stood silent for centuries. There was no town nor even any sign of human life anywhere.

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This strong fortress, no doubt, protected a people from their enemies. Well, it looked like it did, for maybe centuries! But now it stood as silent as the stones it was built with!

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Yes, these individuals conquered every enemy but one: “Father Time”. Oh yes, Father Time had won the final battle.

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He always does, you know!

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Fortress – Belize – Wikipedia

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THE ‘PROMISED ONE’ FINALLY ARRIVES…

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WHOOPS! JUST A MILLENNIUM TOO LATE! 

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My memory at this point is a little fuzzy. I’m just going to have to assume that we took a bus toward Tikal. And I recall that Belize was like what I expected Guatemala to be: thick tropical jungle!

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And so, eventually we finally arrived at Tikal. Again, it was like a jungle. And very beautiful! We rented a sleeping bungalow at the park. It was really nice, with a thatched roof and open-air style, but with bug screens. It was really a very well run park. All the grass and shrubs were nicely trimmed. All the accommodations well-cared-for. 

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The next morning, after eating a big buffet breakfast with all sorts of fresh fruit and granola and pastries, we went for a tour of the ruins. Not a guided tour: just our own personal walking-tour (I was never the type to want to be in a structured setting).

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There were beautiful and colorful tropical birds in the trees. There were little monkeys in the trees too.

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Walking along the big wide pathway, we came upon the ruins. This was definitely a Jesus day. It was not a Hitler day. And the spirit was really laying it on thick...

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“Oh Chuck, these people built all these temples for you. You were the long-awaited One!”

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As I walked along, trying to see all these grand structures, the spirit was now in high gear, plaguing me with comments, questions, assertions, and things I couldn’t combat nor resist! He was really talking up a storm on this particular day! But as I said, it was mostly benign conversation at this moment, even though it was driving me crazy.

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Chuck attempts to reach out to shy monkey at Tikal

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THE MAYAN RUINS

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These temples had been mostly buried for many centuries, partly by dirt, partly by shrubs and trees, but mostly by that ultimate bury-er, “Father Time”.

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But somebody finally discovered them in the mid-nineteenth century, and they were uncovered and eventually made into this incredible park in the mid-twentieth century!

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These Mayan ruins have enough to see that really makes it an awesome sight for any tourist! I only wish I could have seen it under different circumstances!

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Tikal Plaza And North Acropolis – by Bjorn Christian Torrissen for wikipedia – GNU license

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THE “PROMISED ONE” CLIMBS JAGUAR TEMPLE…

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In the main plaza, was a courtyard, surrounded with various temples. But the main temple seemed to be the Jaguar Temple, towering above all the rest. I decided to climb the steps of this temple.

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So I did.

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As I ascended up these ancient temple steps, the spirit was telling me that these ancient Mayans built this temple, in hopes that, some day, the long-awaited Messiah would come here. And me, being “Jesus”, was the fulfillment of their prophetic hopes (of course, I was obviously late in arriving, by a millennium or so! “Oops! Sorry guys!”)

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I finally reached the top. I stood there on high, gazing out across this very grand and impressive temple complex, the spirit telling me, no, SCHMOOZING me, perhaps, something like this: “Oh Chuck! Oh Jesus! This is such a long-awaited moment! You…Jesus Christ, have returned! I think I’m gonna cry! I’m getting all choked up! Somebody give me a hankie!” As he was saying these kinds of similar things, I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me or not. But by now, I was extremely suspicious about anything he said! 

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THE “PROMISED ONE” HAS A MARLBORO MOMENT…

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Anyway, I stood at the top. It was a great view! I decided to make it a “Marlboro moment”. So I lit up, and took in this grand and memorable scene.

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Now, whether or not I was Jesus, I couldn’t honestly say, as I listened to his non-stop rhetoric. After all, I didn’t know a single thing about the Bible! So what could I do, except to just take the spirit’s word!? Or not take it! And frankly, he changed his story so many times, I didn’t really know what to think or believe!

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Oh yeah, I desperately wanted to believe him!

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Because, “Choice B” was that I was Hitler (in my previous life).

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And I sure didn’t want that to be!

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Temple-1-tikal – feb-2006 – wikipedia – GNU free-use license

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‘THE PROMISED ONE’ MAKES HIS “NOT-SO-REGAL-DESCENT”…

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Well, after the cigarette, there wasn’t much else to do up there. (That door at the top, in the above photo, was just a “dead end”, and it was really disappointing that there were no inner-doors nor some secret descending inner-stairway.)

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And so I began my descent the same way I came up.

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But just as soon as I tried to take my first step downward, I immediately realized that these steps were tall and narrow! And very steep! And it made me somewhat dizzy, trying to descend.

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So I decided to scoot down on my rear end, one step at a time. I’m sure this proud civilization, had they been here to behold their “messiah”, would’ve been scratching their heads, and shrugging their shoulders at me. I, no doubt, would’ve been a big disappointment to them, as I cautiously scooted myself down these steps.

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“Some Messiah!”, I probably thought to myself.

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To tell you the truth, I was even embarrassed at myself for being so wimpy about my descent! But hey…better to be a safe messiah, rather than a dead one! Right? And I was frankly glad these ancient people weren’t around anymore! The embarrassment over my less-than-majestic-descent woulda been much-too-much!

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(Just a point of interest. I heard later, on the news, that these steps were closed to the public after someone had fallen to their death while, no-doubt, walking down these steep steps!)

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And so, looking back on all this, as I stood high atop this grand monument, all the while being told that this was all built for me, was likewise exhilarating! And though these Mayan ruins were truly the highlight of this…uh…“vacation”, the next days and weeks would bring me down, down, down, to the depths of Hell! And if ever there was some self-aggrandizing moment in which I had developed any sort of ego bubble, the spirit was standing by with a very big and extremely sharp needle, eagerly waiting to burst it!

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Ramphastos sulfuratus – Belize Zoo – by Snowmanradio for wikipedia – share-alike

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“HOW DOTH THE CITY SIT SOLITARY, THAT WAS ONCE FULL OF PEOPLE”…

Lamentations 1:1

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:At_a_loss.svgThe question has to be asked… Where did all the people go? Why did they abandon this great and impressive city?

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Did they move on because of some famine or pestilence? Did they become a licentious society, and die off from some new virus or venereal disease? Maybe their enemies became too strong and scattered them. Perhaps they simply moved on, merely ceasing from building up their ambitious society. Or maybe they just crumbled from “the enemy-within“. These deserted temples were guarding this secret from a curious planet.

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Temple_of_the_Great_Jaguar.jpgAnd so, these deserted temples remain as a now-silent monument, to a once-mighty-and-ambitious society, and a people who probably eventually gave up their pagan religion, to once again return to a humble agrarian culture.

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Now, this place was totally deserted (except for us tourists). I mean, here was a bunch of nice old buildings (Oh yeah…fixer-uppers, to be sure…but with a whole lotta potential for temple-flipping!). You’d think that somebody woulda taken over this town, wouldn’t you?

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My guess is, that the man on the train had been here too! You know, the hit man on the “train bound for nowhere” (see previous chapters).

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I guess that the Destroyer has been paying visits to disobedient cities and states…and nations, for a long, long time!

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This guy named Apollyon …he really gets around, doesn’t he!?!

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The DestroyerBut if they will not obey, I will utterly pluck up and destroy that nation, saith the LORD…the ‘Destroyer’…is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land desolate; and thy cities shall be laid waste, without an inhabitant.” 

Jeremiah 4:7 & 12:17 

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Question Mark – at a loss – Wikimedia – Share-alike license

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Ch. 26 “RX-7″

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Finally I find out what “RX-7” actually means!

 

CHAPTER 26: . The True Meaning of “RX-7″

By admin On March 3rd, 2021

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Now began the start of the last leg of our return trip to Guatemala from Tikal Mayan Indian temples. And also began the climactic finale of the torment which I was experiencing on this Vacation From Hell!

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Things were going to get hotter!

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Much hotter!

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The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

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CHAPTER 26:

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The True Meaning of “RX-7″

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“RIDIN’ IN AN EX-GREYHOUND LINER”…

(play on words on lyrics from 1969 Arlo Guthrie hit, “Comin’ Into Los Angeles”)

After seeing the ruins at Tikal, and hearing about my glorious return to them (me being the reincarnation of Jesus), we began our return bus trip to Becky’s parent’s home, back in Guatemala City.

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These “Chicken Buses” as they call them, were filled to the brim with passengers. But there was room for two more (standing room only!)

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So Becky and I climbed aboard. 

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I guess I don’t need to tell you why they call them, “Chicken Buses”. But the chickens were perhaps, all sitting well-behaved in their places, in the laps of their new owners. They weren’t “flying everywhere around the place” as that old Arlo Guthrie song sang about.

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But if some of those chickens only knew where they were going, and what they’d be doing tonight, they probably would be “flying everywhere around the place!” And if I only knew where I was going, and what I’d be doing…well…like those soon-to-be-roasted chickens, there wasn’t much I could do about my situation.

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A 95 year old woman with her pet rooster. Havana (La Habana), Cuba

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HIT OVER THE HEAD WITH HITLER…ONCE AGAIN!

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This return trip got off on the wrong foot! First, we ran out of money. We asked the manager of a motel we stayed at for a twenty dollar loan. And to our amazement, this prince of a man cheerfully loaned us twenty dollars (That would be like 60 or 80 dollars in today’s money, and probably twice or three times that much in Guatemalan money!) We carefully wrote down his name and address, promising him that we’d repay him promptly. He probably realized the slim odds of ever seeing his money again!

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Never had the spirit come down on me so hard, as he did on this return trip. This was definitely a “Hitler Moment”.

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“Haven’t you considered, Chuck, that I just might not be God?”

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Well, I think I did consider this many times since the spirit first came into my life! But looking back, I’m not exactly sure about just what I was thinking, regarding the possibility that he was actually the Devil. I just can’t remember!

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream“Isn’t it possible, El-Chucko, that I might be the Devil? Well haven’t you…considered this…Mr. Adolph Hitler?”

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Now I was getting really low! Now I was sinking in despair! I remember that this return trip back to Becky’s parents was so depressing, at one point (while we stopped for a lunch break in a little village, and I walked those quaint streets of an old business section), my knees almost buckled under the weight of all his condemnation!

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PRESUMPTUOUS MOMENT…

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Later, on this, our return trip, the bus was stopped by the military. These soldiers were all holding rifles. They commanded everyone to get off the bus. We were told to line up, so they could check our identification for some unknown reason.

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But since I was dealing with beings of a much higher authority than these soldiers, I simply had no fear of them. I felt like I was impervious to anything at this point. And in my presumptuous arrogance (and reckless disregard), I decided to just sit down, while everyone else stood up. After all, what more could these soldiers do to me beyond what these spirits were already doing to me?

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And so I just sat there, while they went down the line-up of people, checking I.D.. The soldiers looked at this stupid Americano (me), just sitting there defiantly on the ground. For a moment they looked angry, until one of them, perhaps, made some joke about me, I suppose, and they all laughed. After inspecting each person’s papers, they let us go. I was probably very fortunate to not incur their wrath.

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Without a joke to diffuse that potentially volatile moment, I could have gotten myself into some serious trouble!

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Members of the Guatemalan Inter-Agency Border Unit – by Kaye Richey – cropped image – Wikimedia – Public Domain

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“NOW THAT I CAN DANCE!” (with red ants in my pants!)

(Lyrics from the 1962 Contours hit, “Do You Love Me?” with parenthesis comment by Author)

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After the soldiers left, the passengers were given some time for a break, before returning to the bus. And having to go to the bathroom, I saw some bushes off the road a-ways. I went over where I could have privacy. But after pulling my pants back up, I noticed something biting my rear end. I soon realized that I somehow acquired Red Ants from those bushes. And now they were biting me!

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I’m not sure about the story-relevance of this moment, nevertheless it hurt! But I managed to get them all off, rather easily and quickly! And then I returned to the bus. 

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But anyway, concerning my encounter with those soldiers, I eventually learned not to do foolish things, presuming that God is always going to protect me.

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There’s an old saying, “discretion is the better part of valour.” But I’d like to add this to that saying, “…But presumption is a worse part of stupidity.” 

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Stupid, young, me!

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“DESTROYED OR LACK OF KNOWLEDGE”…

Hosea 4:6

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By the time we arrived back at Becky’s parent’s house, it was probably pretty late. Clouds made the dark Guatemalan skies even darker. As I remember, the spirit was back on his assertion that I was Jesus (in a former life). I didn’t know what to think! How in the world are you gonna argue with a spirit? How in blazes can you resist a spirit’s wisdom? I had absolutely no protection against the spirit’s assertions! I sure wish I had known my Bible! The following verse really says it all…

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“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might.

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Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

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For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers,

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against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

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Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day…”

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Ephesians 6:10-13

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Oh, if only I had put on this armor! If only I’d been a Christian. But alas, “If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride”, as my Grandpa Frank used to say. But alas, it was much too late to think about this!

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Anyway, this thought about God’s armor didn’t even enter my mind! I knew nothing about any such armor! Nor did I know anything about the Bible, nor how it could protect a person from spiritual wickedness. I didn’t even believe there was such a thing as “spiritual wickedness” until just about 7 months earlier!

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For more information on God’s Armor, please go to signsofheaven.org, and read… “Orion & The Armor of God”

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ABOVE PICTURE: soldiers of the cross – armor up! – Orion & The Revelation 12 Dragon constellation (comprised of Hyades & Pleiades and other constellations) – www.signsofheaven.org

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“THE ULTIMATE RUDE AWAKENING!”…

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The next morning, back at Becky’s parent’s home, I opened my eyes to hear the ultimate rude awakening by the following pronouncement…

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”YOU WERE ADOLPH HITLER…AND I’M THE DEVIL!!!”

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I sat up in bed! This announcement couldn’t have been more shocking had someone thrown a live grenade in my lap! I just knew this pronouncement was for real! I realized that there wasn’t gonna be any more guessing games about who I was!

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“You are the unluckiest SOB that ever walked the face of the Earth! You have been brought back so we can punish you, you no good “&^%$#@!—S–O–B!!” Now you are going to pay for all those Jews! Now God is going to make you return three million times to pay for what you did! Three million Jews! You murdered three—million—Jews!! And don’t think you can pray to God. God won’t hear your prayers. God hates you, Adolph! God hates you with a passion! And He can’t wait for you to get off of this planet!”

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I threw on my clothes and hurried out to the living room. And just as I entered the living room, a very loud “musical” horn honked to some tune like the first line of the old tune “Dixie”. This startled me, because I’d never heard a musical horn up to this point in time (remember, this was 1980).

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And to my amazement, as the horn honked, I saw outside, a military truck with soldiers, or police riding by in the open back-bed…ALL WEARING NAZI HELMETS! I just about fell over in stark terror at the scene of Nazi soldiers riding by on a military truck outside the window.

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“That’s right Adolph. We got every thing prepared in advance for this special homecoming. We arranged this little surprise party just for you—Adolph Hitler. We brought you back here to Guatemala. Even threw in the Nazi Helmets to boot. Get it Chuck? To boot? To boot, as in Nazi Jack-boots. That’s supposed to be funny, Adolph…Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…uh hum (pretending to clear his throat). OK, I guess that wasn’t so funny!! OK, so sue me, Adolph! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

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The spirit bombarded me with one terrifying thought after another! He presented many possible punishments that I would have to endure, throughout the ions of time. I had to pay for three million Jews (three million was the number of Jews killed according to many back then. At least, that’s the number I heard back in those days. Nowadays, the estimates are much higher.)

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“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay for a lo-o-o-o-ng time! And with all the other people you killed in the war…I suppose that adds up to about double the lives…say six million lives. And if you add let’s say, 40 years times 6 million souls…that means you’re gonna be paying for at least 240 million years.”

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At this point, I returned to my bedroom, and sat down to listen to this outrageous and terrifying scenario which this spirit began to paint. The spirit was now telling me that God wished for me to begin paying right now, for all the sins I committed in this, my present life. Yes, my first punishment would be for my own sins, not yet for Adolph’s sins…

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“Let’s see now. Since you had such a good eye for deals and steals on houses…why don’t we take out your right eye!?! And don’t worry. We’ll be glad to give you all the help you need to cut it out.” And I knew this spirit could deliver what he promised!

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“And since you liked to give women the “bird”…why don’t we take off that bird finger!?!”

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I was sinking lower and lower with each new punishment pronounced against me! And on and on he went, about all the punishments that were waiting in store for me! I don’t know how long this went on. Maybe an hour or two. No, now that I think of it, this went on all day, as I began to take walks through the neighborhood. And as I walked, the spirit condemned. I was being crushed under the weight of this devilish condemnation to the point that my body got so weak, to the point of urinating. But I didn’t.

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Nevertheless, something was awaiting me a lot worse than urine! 

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Nazi soldier firing squad – courtesy – Wikipedia – Public Domain. 

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MORE “HORROR-DUERVES”…

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So after enduring this long list of horrors and promises of him maiming me, The Devil continued…“God hates you, you dirty scum! We can’t wait to get your filthy carcass off this planet! Eat s&%$#t! you no good rat! No I’m serious! Eat s&%$#t!, Adolph!”

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The spirit was now compelling me to go into the bathroom and do just that. And so I did. I didn’t eat a whole lot. But just one piece of feces. But it was enough to make me wretch. But I didn’t.

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After this, I leaned on the bathroom sink, and coughed and spit and dry-heaved. I then washed out my mouth.

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The_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893

Just remembering this disgusting moment makes me sick. But what are ya gonna do when the Devil talks to you?

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I was that startled man in “The Scream of Nature” painting.

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I was that, “Ya-Prayed-too-late!” man in the unnerving song, “Sinnerman”.

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I was that pleading-for-mercy-rich-man-in-Hell”, from that Bible parable!!!

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The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

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OUR EX-HEAVEN….

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The Devil continued…“And ya wanna know what that little black coffin you drive is all about? Here’s the real meaning. It doesn’t stand for Rx-7 as in prescription drugs. And it doesn’t stand for “Our Ex-Seven”, as in your ex-lucky number. No, no, no, no, no-o-o-o! It stands for… ‘OUR….EX….HEAVEN’!!” That’s right, Chucky, ‘El-F——y’! This Earth was your heaven! But now it’s your “EX” heaven! It’s now your HELL! And ‘to Hell with this B——-t’ !!”

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(Just a note of context, the words, “To Hell with this B——-t” were the last words which one of my two Grandfathers was purported to have said just before he took his own life with a gun, some years earlier. You see, my poor old Grandpa Bill’s body was riddled with cancer, and he was on powerful hallucinogenic medications (Percodan, etc….) when he took his own life. So I knew exactly what the spirit was referring to, with that comment! He was making reference that I, like my Grandpa Bill, was on my way to Hell)

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To Hell with you, you piece of  s&^%$#@t!. This is your EX-HEAVEN you SOB! Get off this planet!! GET OFF THIS G..D… PLANET!!!”

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The shouts of this demonic force possibly kept reverberating in my mind…or at least they should have…

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“This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!

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This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!

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This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!!”

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This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!!”

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The spirit began to…OK I guess I don’t have to call him “the spirit” anymore. Now I can call him by his rightful name: The Devil. You know…ol’ “L.S.D.” (Lucifer—Satan—The Devil). He was now “out of the closet” as the current saying goes! I guess I suspected it all along. No, he wasn’t as everyone thinks he is. As I had found out over the past months, besides being evil, he could also be downright funny when he wanted to. He could be charming if it suited his purpose. He could behave warm and graciously if he needed to. The Devil could come off any ol’ way he chose to.

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“…for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.

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If only I knew these Scriptures! I might have been able to shield myself from this 7 month-long deception!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“NO MORE MR. NICE GUY”

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But now the Devil didn’t need to fool me. No more did he have to pretend to be anything other than he really was…the Devil!

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Now he could be just plain ol’ Satan. Now he could be as mean and as nasty and as evil as he really is!

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It’s amazing to meet someone who is totally evil and is very content to be totally evil! Very few humans wish to be thought of as totally evil. Most people would like others to like them. Even your average Satan worshipers try to be somewhat likable. It’s seldom that you find someone who really tries to be as evil as they possibly can be! Oh, I suppose it happens in the movies. But not very often in real life! So when the Devil has no reason to be nice, he no longer needs to pretend to be good.

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3,000,000+  RE-INCARNATIONS…

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The Devil frightened me with the prospect of how many lives I would have to live, in order to pay for all those Jews I murdered. He told me that there were planets all over the universe. He told me that I would be re-incarnated on many different planets, in order to repay for my countless crimes. I would come back in many different life-forms, under the worse conditions. “Yes ‘Chucky-You-^!$#y’, you will be re-incarnated out there in the universe. And then you will pay for your crimes in a different way, in each life you will live. Three million Jews! Three million excruciatingly torturous lives! Three million planets. And another three million for all the others you killed!” (Now as I’ve already said, the current estimates are six million Jews killed. But back then, I believe, the general consensus was three million. But I could be wrong.)

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THE DEVIL’S DOG…

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The next terror began as this Devil announced to me, “You, El-Chucko are, “The Devil’s Dog!” And as the Devil’s Dog, he would use me as his “beast of burden”, so to speak. I would be kicked, and whipped, and treated as his favorite “object of abuse”. And so far, considering what I’d been through for seven months, I had no doubts I was indeed, The Devil’s Dog!

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Now, prior to all this, I had no idea that there was such a thing as the Devil having a dog! Of course, prior to all this, I was instructed by society, that the “Devil” was just a myth! There really was no Devil! He simply is the product of religious folklore!

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But now I knew that he does indeed exist! And let me tell you, if the Devil tells you he has a dog, who am I to argue!?!

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Of course, I could’ve argued about ME being the Devil’s Dog! But I had never even heard of the Devil really talking with a human. That was just something only seen in horror movies. The Twilight Zone! So I just figured that if the Devil was talking with me, it must be something “really big!”

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So with all this horror rolling around in my head, I just had to conclude that, yes, I probably was the Devil’s Dog.

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DEVIL SPECIFIC OR DEVIL GENERIC?…

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And while we’re on the subject, I assumed he was the Devil. At this time I didn’t realize that there were many devils. So if I say Devil, it may be just a generic devil. Or it might be The Devil, Lucifer. I don’t know. So you decide for yourself if it was “The Devil”, or just “a devil”.

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32 INCH BIG SCREEN VISION…

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As the condemnation continued, I was now sitting on my bed in Becky’s parent’s home. The bedroom door closed, of course! And I was being assaulted with every kind of damnation and threatening accusation you could possibly imagine!

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Eventually, the obvious question to ask him was … What will the very next planet of punishment be like as I live out my next jail-sentence?” In the flash of a moment, there appeared on the white plaster wall of my bedroom, an image. It was about 2 or 3 feet long, and not quite as high. It was a very faint image. It looked like a Spanish town from back, probably in the 1800′s. It looked like the city center of a quaint little Spanish market-place, with old-looking two-story buildings, even with balconies, as I vaguely recall. There were donkeys pulling carts, and Spanish people walking to-and-fro. It was, perhaps, the main intersection of some little Spanish city.

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But the strange part of this was that each of their faces was blurred out. So you couldn’t see their faces. Puzzling. Very puzzling!

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There were antiquated buildings in the background. It looked like a very happy scene. It was not a still picture. The people and animals were moving; just like a TV. But it wasn’t a television. Nor was it some picture on the wall. It was a 100% vision! But this vision only lasted for a few moments and then completely vanished away!

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Needless to say, I was confused by this vision. It seemed to be a hopeful picture! It actually looked like a pretty good place to live!  It didn’t go along at all with the Devil’s current barrage of condemnation. Really puzzling!

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ONE LAST PRAYER…

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I can’t honestly say how long this wake-up call from Hell lasted.

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But finally, a little “sunbeam of hope” appeared in my otherwise dark world…

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“Maybe just maybe, God might hear one last prayer. Maybe one…last…prayer.”

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“But you have to do something first, Chuck. You’re gonna have to plop down on your head just like ya did back at Unit 3600.”

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I was terrified right now at this horrible thought. Nevertheless, I still had a little hope here. After all, if God might hear just one last prayer…that’s alotta hope! A whole lotta hope! With all this condemnation going on, to have one last prayer….well…that was a very big deal!

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So to simply fall on my head as he demanded, was the only obstacle between “hope”…or “NO hope”, should I NOT fall.

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Now, I had no mind to jump as high as I did back in the hospital. I wanted to live! I didn’t want to die at this moment in time!

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Yeah, back in Unit 3600 I really-really-really wanted to die! But now my attitude was vastly different, for some unknown reason.

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But I knew I had to do what the Devil was telling me to do, if I wanted to have a prayer-of-a-chance!

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So, I glanced up to make sure no one was looking down at me from outside that little window in which Papa looked at me, during the first few days of my visit.

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Next, I got on my bed, and leaned over as close to the floor as I could, holding my hands by my side. I got so close to the hard floor, that my head was only a foot or less from the ground. I tried one time, but my hands just reached the floor and broke my fall. “That’s not good enough, Chuck. No fair using your hands!” , said the Devil, mockingly.

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And so I got back into position. I took a lot of time preparing. I didn’t want to die. So finally I leaned over and fell again. But again I used my hands to cushion the blow.

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“Nope Chuck. That’s still not good enough!. Yer gonna have to do it, over and over and over until you get it right!!”, mocked the Devil, maybe like an old-fashion, “Schoolmarm” might say!

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After several failed attempts, I finally succeeded in falling on my head with my hands by my side. I fell onto that hard, ceramic-tile floor on my head, without using my hands!

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Yeah, I fell on my head, and I wasn’t hurt. And falling over onto my back made a lot of noise, however. I was hoping that nobody in the house had heard me. “I DID IT! I FELL DOWN ON MY HEAD!!”

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“WHAT SHOULD I PRAY FOR?”

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But now I felt that I had just one prayer. Oh…I savored that opportunity! One last prayer! It was the only ray of hope remaining for me! And needless to say, it was like the juiciest and most flavorful New York Steak dinner, just awaiting for my taste-buds to delight in its consumption!

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But what should I ask for? Maybe I should ask for a long life!

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A TWO-FEET LONG CIGARETTE?

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So I got down on my knees and carefully chose my words.

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LONG LIFE?…A YACHT?….AND A BABE?…

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No, there was only one thing that was important right now; and such a wish would also buy me some much-needed time! And this one thing just might give me the knowledge that I needed, to get myself out of this impossible predicament! Because I felt that this one thing contained a lot of hope. And hope was just now in short supply. Very short supply!

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And so I prayed the following words…

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That was it! That was my last request! “Please God, let me read the whole Bible.” The Bible!

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Read the whole Bible, cover to cover!

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That was my last request!

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Ch. 27 “Coming To America”

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This little chapter tells of the “Orange Crush” and the “big 8/23 Skidoo” and more. Some still unanswered questions.

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CHAPTER 27: . ‘COMING TO AMERICA’ …

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Watch_out_for_the_Wasps%5E_-_NARA_-_534615.jpgI was the reincarnation of Adolph Hitler.

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Well, at least, this is what I was being told by the unseen ones, who were making my life an absolute hellish nightmare!

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Yes, I was informed that I had been brought back to earth to begin paying for Adolph’s crimes. This is what this powerful spirit-being was now telling me!

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Now The_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893all this ultra-condemnation was being rained down upon me just a day or two before our departure back to the USA (read previous Chapter 26, “The True Meaning of ‘Our Ex-Heaven’“).

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And this invisible spirit-entity kept up his condemnation and threats about all the horrible things I must endure in the near future. I spent the next day or two, walking aimlessly through the neighborhoods of this quaint little Guatemala City residential subdivision, listening to his, “hell-fire torments”, and his, “damning condemnations”!

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Fortunately this month-long “vacation” was just about to come to an end.

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And this had truly been the proverbial, “Vacation From Hell”!

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But this was no proverb! (Or so it seemed to me.)

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No, this truly was a nightmarish, “Vacation IN Hell”, brought upon me courtesy of these invisible super-beings, whom the Bible refers to as, “evil angels”! (Psalm 78:49)

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‘COMING TO AMERICA’ …

(Title of the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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Devil-goat wikipedia public domainBut finally it came time to go home. And it was only hours until the plane-flight departure.

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I decided to go for another walk, to use up the remaining hours here in “The Land of Eternal Spring” (in my case, “The Land of Eternal Torment”). And so, I began walking on a busy street in an older commercial area. I was totally crushed by Satan’s overwhelming accusations. Nevertheless, I wanted to get back to America…in the worst way! As beautiful as Guatemala’s scenery may have been… I just wanted to be back home! And now our 30-day “vacation” was almost over…thank God!

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This truly was the ultimate Vacation From Hell! Not to cast any negative aspersions on that beautiful little country. As a matter of fact, I would recommend anyone to take a vacation there in Guatemala. JUST DON’T TAKE THE DEVIL WITH YA, WHEN YA GO!!

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“THE ORANGE CRUSH”…

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But I had little hope!

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Yeah, my few remaining strands of hope had all but vanished away from my sight! Hope was nowhere to be found. And mercy? As the Devil said on that boat-ride to that Belize Cay…“Mercy? Oh Mercy is just a lady that lives down the street!”

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There were only more bad times waiting for me when I would get back to the USA!

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As I walked along a busy multi-lane street, there was a big billboard (not this picture) which had a large picture of an orange. It was advertising the soda pop called, “Orange Crush” (mostly written in Spanish, of course).

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But as I passed by this large billboard, the Devil began taunting me, saying, “Just wait for the big ‘Orange Crush’, Chuck!” And, “‘Orange’ you sorry that you were Adolph Hitler?” He kept repeating this line to me, “Just wait for the big ‘Orange Crush’, Chuck!”.

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“What’s this “Orange Crush” stuff all about!?”, I asked myself. And so these threats just made things even more hopeless! “Just wait for the big Orange Crush, Chuck!” Did this cryptic message mean that something was going to crush me? “What’s the ‘Orange Crush’ all about!?”

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THE BIG 8/23 SKIDOO!

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But I did know that “23 Skidoo” was an old saying that someone was going to be swept away, or cleared out as though they were dirt. And so I began to think that this was some sort of reference to my being swept off the face of the Earth. “So what’s the Big 8/23 Skidoo all about?”

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“DIRT POOR, BUT HAPPY!”

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As I kept walking down this busy street, I passed by various shops.

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I just happened to stop by one shop and looked through a barred window at a woman inside, sweeping her shop floor…a dirt floor!

Dirt Floor & Happy

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She carefully swept the dirt in the same direction, so that the lines from the broom bristles created a very straight pattern, all in the same direction. Of course if someone walked on this dirt floor, it obviously would make footprints over the pattern. But that didn’t seem to discourage her!

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As I looked into the window of her shop, I really, really, envied this person! She’s probably very happy. She has everything! She has her health! She has the sunlight! She has the rain! She has hope for tomorrow! Yes, and she probably has her family. Maybe she even has the Lord and His wonderful gift of Everlasting Life!

 

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THE LOWEST OF THE LOW!

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I, on the other hand, was like that comedy skit (see Chapter 1) in which the comedian ended up in a dumpster, having lost every worldly possession! Now I was virtually in the same position as the comedian in the skit.

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Oh no, I wasn’t literally in a dumpster. But believe me, I would’ve traded places with any dumpster-diving hobo out there in the world, at this moment! Yeah, even a lowly tramp’s life would be infinitely better than what I was now facing…eternal hell-fire as I went through the ages, being punished for my past crimes!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“But not without a star…Free!”

(lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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Yeah, this “dirt-poor” Guatemalan lady was infinitely wealthier than me! I had nothing! I had no future! I had no hope! No God! I only had an “eternal pay-back” ahead of me! I must pay for countless ions of time, for the crimes I committed!

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It’s one thing to be sick, or homeless, or whatever. But it’s quite another thing to be without hope! That’s the one thing you don’t ever want to lose! Hope!

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My star had fallen. Her star was shining brightly. She was free! I was in prison! Yeah, the bars on her window almost seem as if they were the bars of my own prison cell…in the Devil’s prison for the damned!

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Yeah, and even in her so-called “poverty”, she was infinitely richer than me…and…FREE!

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“KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKIN’ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR!” (no, rather, I’m knock, knock, knockin’ on HELL’S door!)

(Title of the 1973 Bob Dylan Song with parenthesis comment added by me)

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Now I saw this relatively poor country in an entirely new light! Now it looked rich…compared to me! I suppose it’s much the same for any dying person. The richest person on earth becomes the poorest of the poor, when knocking on Eternity’s Door. Everybody seems rich, when you’re just about to die! All those “poor” people you once pitied are now shaking their heads out of sheer pity for you!

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You’re just a lowly beggar on that day!

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PRUDENTIAL ROCK OF AGES

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Thinking back on my life, I now realized I should have invested all my money in long-term investments, back in the days when I had the chance to! Instead of investing in real estate here on this, Terra-not-so-Firma, I should have rather invested in the Rock! You know, like Prudential advert_1909-wikipedia-US-public-domainthat old ad… “Invest in the rock…the Prudential Rock!” Well, as good as an investment company that it might be, there is a much more prudent Rock to invest in. It’s called “The PRUDENTIAL ROCK OF AGES!” And it pays long-term dividends. Really long-term dividends! LIKE, ETERNAL LIFE DIVIDENDS!!

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Ah, but here again, my Grandpa Frank was correct in that little saying of his… “If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride!” Now it was too late to think about all that! Now I was doomed! Now I was condemned! Now my number had come up, and there was nothing I could do about it! I had my chances! But I let them slip through my fingers like ropes of sand!

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Oh yeah, people tried to tell me about Jesus! But I just didn’t listen! I had too much going for me in this world! Why worry about some “pie-in-the-sky-in-the-sweet-by-and-by”? After all, I was a young guy! I didn’t need God! All that religious stuff was for losers in life! I was a winner! I had another 50 or 60 years ahead of me! And that’s a long, long time!

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“MYSTERY SOLVED: “RUE, RUE, RUE!!!”

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v.tr. To feel regret, remorse, or sorrow…

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So I guess this little parrot was prophesying to me of the ‘woe and sorrow’ that was coming on me. It was as if he, in essence, was crying… “Woe! Woe! Woe!”. And now that I think of it, there is a Bible passage which has three woes. Listen… “And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice,

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‘Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!'” Revelation 8:13. Maybe these symbolic trumpets were now sounding for me! Well, it wouldn’t be long until I found out!

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Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking! And it’s true…that word, Rue, probably means something entirely different in Spanish. But I was going through a very supernatural experience with The Unseen Spirit-Realm. So these powerful and highly intelligent, unseen spiritual beings were manipulating circumstances. And I have no doubts, that they had set up this little scenario with Dorcas, like they did everything else. Especially since “Mr. Applewhite” had shown me that very same word in the dictionary, months earlier.

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THIS EVIL GENIUS, SATAN!

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Papagaio_(F%C3%AAmea)_REFON_010907.jpgAnd so, the continual taunting squawks of Dorcas the parrot had the profound effect upon me which it was intended to have! And no doubt, the unseen spiritual being who orchestrated this little terror, has also has planted his land-mines in my story.

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What I mean is this: I’m convinced that this cunning warrior named Satan…or Lucifer…or the Devil…or whatever name you wish to call him by, is an extremely artful foe! He is so far beyond our intelligence and abilities! And his army of unseen evil angels are likewise capable beyond mortal men. These beings are thousands or perhaps, hundreds of thousands of years old. Maybe millions of years old!! Who knows!? But whatever their age happens to be, none-the-less, their intellect is far, far greater than ours!

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Okay, so I got sidetracked from the point I wanted to make. I’m simply saying that it is humanly IMpossible to out-wit Satan! He covers his tracks well! And he seems to weave his attacks on people through natural occurrences, so as to cover those tracks! Anyway, I just thought you oughta be informed. Sorry.

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We were late to the airport. Well, we were just barely going to make it. We rushed into the terminal and to our departure-window. I just wanted to go home so bad, I could hardly stand it!

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For some reason they informed us that we might have to wait for another day or two. When I heard this, I began objecting. I wasn’t gonna stay here another day! I WANTED OUTA HERE…NOW!

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After my loud objections, and after some more conference and confusion, they cleared the way. We were told we could board the plane. And so we did.

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Goodbye to this, “Vacation from Hell”.

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(Title of the 1980 Neil Diamond hit song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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The jet began charging down the runway. I had absolutely none of the fear of crashing, as I normally would. At this particular moment, I couldn’t have cared less whether the plane crashed or not!

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Compared to the last 30 days, I supposed that, CRASHING WOULD’VE BEEN FUN!!!

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As the charging plane began ascending, the passengers looked back down at this beautiful little country fading from their view. But I likely just sank back in my seat and closed my eyes and sighed a long sigh, in relief. This nightmare was over! And I, no doubt, merely sat there and thought about all the horrors I had just gone through: The Torture of Noises, the truck with Nazi-Like Soldiers, eating my own feces (at least it was MY dung, and not another’s!), and all the continuous talking, talking, talking, as I walked through the neighborhoods… continuously condemning me in my head. Plus the various phenomena such as Right Turns Only Phenomenon, and the screams of, “Rue, Rue, Rue” of Dorcas the Parrot. The various lightning storms, during which the Devil condemned me. And all the other unmentioned torments that I suffered over the last 30 days. This was truly the “Vacation From Hell” (or rather, “IN Hell)!

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But soon we were up in the air. I probably looked down at the beautiful little country. The Land of Eternal Spring. But as I’ve already said, for me it became The Land of Eternal Fire and Brimstone! I would think back on all the beautiful places, and all the lovely people (well… mostly lovely).

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But the spirit (or spirits, plural) had turned all these otherwise nice experiences into one great big giant HELLISH NIGHTMARE!!!

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Soon we touched down in Miami. And as we came into the terminal, we passed by a McDonald’s in the terminal. McDonald’s! What a beautiful sight! (I remember my father saying that when arriving back in America from an unpleasant vacation in another country, he actually got down and kissed the ground. At this moment, I now understood why!)

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“My country ’tis of thee
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Sweet land of liberty
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Of thee I sing
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Of thee I sing
Today!

(Lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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JUNE 1980

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When we got back to Klamath Falls, Becky went her way, and I went home. After several days, I pretty much figured that I’d never see her again!

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As soon as I returned, I was determined to get to a safe place, so I would check back into Unit 3600. Not only did I feel totally hopeless, but the Devil was threatening to make me do crazy things…IN PUBLIC ! Before he outright killed me! So I felt that I better get myself somewhere safe, so that I could be tormented by the spirits, and ultimately killed in a somewhat controlled environment.

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Nevertheless, I was very sad that Becky had gone. I sure didn’t blame her though! I must have been terrible company on that trip!

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Now I was all alone! No God! No hope! No Becky!

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But the spirits? Oh yeah, they were still very present! And they weren’t gonna leave me alone!

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“Farewell Becky!”

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Ch. 28 “Hellen Ashes”

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This next chapter has some very prophetic moments.

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CHAPTER 28: . “HELLEN ASHES”… 

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Oh so wonderful…to be back in the good ol’ U.S. of A.!!!

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My “Vacation From (in) Hell” was now just a memory!

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Now just a bad dream!

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OKAY…A FULL-BLOWN NIGHTMARE!!!

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Because even though I was ecstatic to be back, there still hung that heavy mountain over my head!

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“What mountain?” you ask?

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Well, that mountain was the Law & Judgment; God’s Law had already judged me guilty!

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So all that awaited me was for my sentence to be carried out. And the mountain was about to drop on my head! And the executioner was ready, willing and very eager to get to it!

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“Why Don’t We (NOT) Do It in The Road!?”

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As I said, I wanted to get to a place where I would be away from the public, i.e., the mental ward.

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The Devil was threatening that he was going to have me do those crazy and embarrassing things in public, prior to my soon-coming demise. If you remember from two chapters back (The True Meaning of “RX-7″), the Devil was going to snip off my middle-finger, and various other body parts, take out my right eye, and sundry other equally horrible things!

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And so, I wanted to be somewhere so I would be out of public view, so I could die without creating a big scene and an embarrassment! (And, well, maybe, subconsciously, I thought being in such a high-security setting might somehow provide me protection from these hateful, hellish beings, who were Hell-bent on cutting me into various pieces! But probably not.) 

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CHAPTER 28:

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“HELLEN ASHES”…  

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June 1980

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It had been several days since I saw Becky. I actually hadn’t seen her since we got back. And needless to say, I didn’t hold out much hope of ever seeing her again. And as you can well imagine, I was sad. But I still had to do what I had to do: get myself into a safe place before the Devil did what he was planning to do to me!

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BECKY SPRINGS INTO ACTION…

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After telling her I was going to commit myself back in Unit 3600, she immediately went to work to find another hospital. Soon she had one lined up. It was a brand new Christian hospital up in Portland. I instantly liked the idea of going to a Christian hospital. I figured they would be understanding of the existence of Satan. And more than this, maybe they could offer spiritual help because of their belief in God.

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Yes, maybe they could somehow help me in my seemingly hopeless death-sentence.

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“BIRDS SING OUT OF TUNE…”

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In just a couple days, we were on our way up to Portland. I was crushed and hopeless because of the condemnation I was going through! I distinctly remember some birds were singing on this sunny June morning. But to me, their songs sounded discordant! The Devil was still stealing what little hope was left for my life, for my future!

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And now, even the joyful little songs of the morning robins sounded sour in my ears! Their otherwise melodious singing was now like somebody scratching their fingers across a chalkboard!

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This brought back an old memory of a song our music combo sang years earlier, when we were teens. It was a currently popular song by Peter & Gordon (actually, written by the Beatles, Lennon/McCartney), called “In a World Without Love”.

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And one of the lines of that nice little song went, “Birds sing out of tune, and rain clouds hide the Moon, etc….”.

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But on this particular sunny June morning, I finally understood those words. They definitely were coming back around in a very hard-hitting manner. They bopped me over the head like the proverbial baseball bat! Their out-of-tune song can only be heard by those who have lost all hope!

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“PRAY WITHOUT CEASING”…

(1st Thessalonians 5:17)

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Finally we arrived at the proposed place of my departure from this world. This brand new hospital was very impressive. The staff was extremely friendly, courteous, warm, and nice!

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They first gave me a room with a TV. But I just turned it on and stayed there in my room watching it. And I must say, it really took my mind off my troubles! But before long they moved me into a room without a TV.

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At least I now had a nice room all to myself.

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When I first was left alone in my new room, I decided to get down before my bed to pray. And I prayed. And I prayed. And then I kept on praying. I kept this up for about twenty hours, well into the next day. Obviously, I was praying for mercy. God’s mercy!

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Finally, the next day, a young guy came in and sat down. I was still kneeling before my bed in a prayer position. He was in his twenties. He had an Abe-Lincoln-style beard. He just sat there, watching me pray.

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After a short time, he began asking me questions. He then, in a somewhat round-about manner, convinced me I had prayed enough for now. And I figured he was right. So I got up and sat in a chair, and listened to him.

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He introduced himself as a mental-health counselor. And so we talked about spiritual matters. He actually was quite good, as far as relating to me according to the Bible. And in spite of his young age, he was maturely well-versed in his knowledge of the Bible.

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And of course, I desperately wanted to know what the Bible had to say, concerning my circumstances.

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FREEDOM?…

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On the second day, I went out into the living area. It was nice, but much smaller than the mental ward in Klamath Falls. One of the nurses gave me a guided tour of the unit. She pointed out that the mental ward was divided into two sections. There was a high security section for difficult patients. And then there was the section I was in. She told me I could go outside if I wanted. “I can go outside?!” I exclaimed. “Oh yes, the patients on this side can go outside as long as they get permission.” Of course this made me very nervous, since the main reason I came here was to get myself into a high security atmosphere where I could wait for the Devil to “finish me off”.

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One of the first things I did, was to take a very long questionnaire. It had about a hundred questions or more.

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I was doing okay until it asked such questions as, “Do you think anyone is following you?” Of course I had to answer “Yes”. And another question, “Do you think someone is out to get you?”. So again, the only clear answer had to be “Yes” again.

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INK BLOT TEST

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Then they showed me some ink-blots. I think I probably saw them fairly normal.

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After all, when an ink-blot looks like a butterfly, it looks like a butterfly!

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“DEMON POSSESSION?…NAW…THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN ANYMORE”…

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After this, I asked if I could talk to the chaplain. And it wasn’t very long till I found him. Actually, I saw him walking down one of the hospital corridors.

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Needless to say, I was eager to ask him about devil possession. “Sir, I want to ask you about devil possession. I think I’m possessed.”

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He answered by saying, “Those things don’t happen anymore…except for idle rumors you might hear from time to time, coming from some of the third-world countries.” I was really disappointed in his answer.

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But then he continued, “Now you might be HARASSED by Satan.” I thought about this. Now that’s a possibility! Harassed!

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“IS HER LAST NAME ‘FER’?”

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I returned to the ward. There was one patient, a sweet looking little old lady. I was introduced to her. Her name was Lucy. She had a nice little sweater I think, and her grey hair up in a little bun. Lucy just sat in a wooden rocker, rocking back and forth. Her thick glasses magnified her eyes, making them look, maybe twice as big. The only thing missing was a ball of yarn and some knitting needles.

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“GLAD SHE DIDN’T HAVE THOSE KNITTING NEEDLES AFTER ALL!!!”

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A nurse came into the main sitting room and said in a very nice tone, something like, “Lucy, it’s time to take your meds.”

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And for some reason, Lucy began cussing and shouting obscenities, calling the nurse every name in the book! I couldn’t believe what was coming out of this sweet little old lady’s mouth! And she kept calling various people… “YOU CRETIN!” (Lucy used that ‘Cretin’ expression constantly. “You Cretin this!” or… “You Cretin that!”)

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“WHERE’S FATHER KARRAS WHEN YA NEED HIM?”…

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Anyway, the nurse hurried out of the room. It was now just me and Lucy. As I possibly just kind-of looked around, trying not to make eye contact, I saw that she stopped rocking her rocker. She just fixed her big eyes (magnified by her thick glasses) on me, leaning forward a little, staring intently at me through those thick lenses. And so, I looked back at her. She just stared at me.

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Was she going to say something?

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Was she going to do something?

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And as I watched out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a puddle of urine growing on the floor under her rocker. “This lady seems like a senior citizen version of Linda Blair (the possessed girl in the movie, “The Exorcist”).” Lucy just kept giving me her icy stare as the puddle grew under her. The only thing missing was the green vomit!

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Well, I soon discovered that this was poor little Lucy’s standard behavior. And the staff was very patient with her. And because of these kinds of things, I began to suspect that Satan was taking advantage of this science of psychiatry as a cover, in order to carry out his evil on us, using a person’s dementia or whatever, without being detected.

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And never again after all my experiences, would I scoff at those movies about Satan, like “The Exorcist”.

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NO REST DAY, NOR NIGHT”…

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These first days were really bitter! All I wanted to do was to sleep. Anything to forget my woes! But I dreaded to wake up! Reality was too hard to handle! I was still under the condemnation that I was Hitler in the last life. And I was just waiting for my life to end in some horrible way!

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“When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone?

and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day…

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I remember dozing off, while sitting in a chair. After a short time, I woke up, only to realize that I was still in serious trouble with God Almighty. I just wanted to go back to sleep…forever…anything to escape this horrific doom hanging over my head!

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“HELLEN ASHES”…

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The next day, my sister, who lived in Portland at that time, came to visit me. It was a nice day as I remember. Just the kind of day a person might go for a walk. Take in the view!

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So we went outside to chat.

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While out there in the courtyard, I looked up and saw a large plume of smoke rising from over the horizon. “What’s all that smoke?” I asked. “Oh that’s Mount Saint Helens. You know about the volcano that erupted last month, don’t you?” I thought to myself, “Man, I’m in big big trouble!” And this volcano took me by complete surprise, since I had been out of the country when it first erupted! The Devil chimed in, “Yes, Chuck, this volcano shows just how angry God is with you…HITLER!!!”

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Just a side-note of interest. A long time ago, when I was about 10 or 12 years old, my family went camping at this very place, Spirit Lake, which was at the foot of Mount St. Helens. I thought it was one of the most beautiful lakes I’d ever seen. The big dark green forest was thick around that lake! I remember walking along side the beautiful lake trail and the really cool little rustic log cabins for the campers to stay in. And there was the great Mount St. Helens, towering high above, like a majestic overseer of this beautiful blue lake!

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The Devil however, made some comparisons about the names “Helens” and “Spirit Lake”, as if they were significant to me. In other words, I was being punished by evil “spirits” from “Hell”, because I was Adolph Hitler in my former life. This made perfect sense to me, at the time. “Yes Chuck, we brought you up here to see this plume of ashes. To see this volcano which is just for you…Adolph! This is Mount St. HELL-ens and SPIRIT Lake!”

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So the Mount St. Helens explosion became the theme for me in this Portland hospital.

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CHAPTER 29: . “HELEN ASHES” Continued: . “O LUCIFER… . SON OF THE MORNING”…

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There was a song on the radio in the 70’s called “Ball of Confusion”.

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So even the people of the world are bewildered as to why this world is so crazy evil!

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Is all this ball of confusion merely the result of some ancient freak and chaotic explosion?

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And isn’t there any hope in this universe?

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Well, if you are bewildered at this world’s wickedness, please read this chapter. Hopefully you’ll come away with a bit different view of why all these things are occurring around the globe.

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But, perhaps you already know all these things contained in this chapter. But it’s possible that you’ll read a few things here that will make you wonder if some of the phenomena we simply write off as just “natural occurrences” are actually the product of “Ol’ L.S.D.” (Lucifer, Satan, the Devil).

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“NO DAD, IT’S NOT GOD, AFTER-ALL…”

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Okay, I was now firmly embedded in this brand-new private Christian hospital mental ward up in Portland Oregon. I was being terrorized by the Devil(s). Things looked hopeless for me.

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My parents came up to Portland to see me. My mother looked really troubled over my situation, and stood off in the distance of the little family/TV room where we all three were, at the moment. (Nobody else in the room at this moment.)

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My father began asking how things were going for me.

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He asked, “Son, are you still hearing God talking to you?”

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I said, “It’s not God talking to me, Dad.”

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He looked puzzled. “Well who’s talking to you, if it’s not God?”.

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I said, “It’s Satan talking to me.”

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This took my dad by total shock. “WHAT!?” he exclaimed, as he jumped up. 

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My mom, standing too far from hearing, said, “What did he say, Honey?”

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My dad answered, “He said it’s not God who’s talking to him. He now says it’s Satan talking to him!”  Upon hearing that, my mom couldn’t take it anymore, and began sobbing as she hurried outside.

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After that visit with my parents, I was walking back inside, and saw a poster on the wall. It showed a clock, and the following words, “Time to get off drugs.” As I looked at this poster, I noticed the time on the clock hands pointed to 8:23.

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“Eight twenty-three?!”, I thought to myself, “I wonder if this poster has anything to do with what Satan was taunting me about, back in Guatemala?” (On the last day there in Guatemala, the Devil kept repeating that he couldn’t wait until “The Big Eight-Twenty-Three Skidoo”. Read the Chapter “Coming To America” for context)

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But I wasn’t taking any illegal drugs. So I couldn’t figure out what this poster had to do with anything. Nevertheless, I just filed this into my memory-banks, as a possible clue to this puzzling riddle by the Devil, concerning “The Big 8/23-Skidoo”.

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She then began to tell me that, “God is our loving and kindly Heavenly Father! And as our Father, He has love and tenderness for us, just as a loving father has for his own children. God would never do anything bad to His children!”

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Well, although she didn’t quote any Bible verses, she nevertheless put things in a very nice way. God was a nice, loving Father. I wanted to believe her (not to mention that her attractiveness and well-groomed appearance made her look like a person who really had her life “all-together”.)

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There must be a wrath-side to God also. I didn’t know hardly anything about the Bible. But there were pieces missing to this mega-puzzle known as God. Some VERY BIG pieces!

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I also asked the hospital chaplain the same question, as he was walking down the hall. He stopped for a moment and told me virtually the same thing…“No, there’s no such thing as The Devil’s Dog.”

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But I wasn’t totally convinced. Nevertheless, I hoped they were indeed correct.

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However from that point forward, the Devil never tried again to taunt me concerning “The Devil’s Dog”. And so this ended the accusation that Satan clobbered me over the head with, during my “Vacation From Hell” in Guatemala.

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It wasn’t too long after I arrived, that I discovered the Chapel Room. It was a-ways from the mental ward towards the front entrance to the hospital. It was a very nice hospital Chapel room. I was told that the wall-sized mural had cost $10,000 (maybe as much as $30,000 $40,000, or even more, in 2020 money), and was just recently painted. And it had to have been just painted. You see, it had Jesus standing in a meadow with His outstretched arms.

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But in the background to the left, behind the tree, the artist depicted the smoke from the recent Mount St. Helens volcano rising up from the horizon, just as I had seen it rising outside the hospital, a day or two earlier. So it had to have been finished within the last 30 days or so.

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Anyway, I began to go there often to pray. It was wonderful to go in this little quiet haven, away from the hustle-bustle out there, and try to get close to God!

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It wasn’t too long into my stay, that a field trip was planned. And so, we all got into a hospital van, and headed east…to Multnomah Falls.

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The falls are beautiful and very dramatic, as you can see in the photo. There was a historical ledger at the park, which told the story of some Native American who jumped off the falls to save the rest of the tribe from a sickness. I’m not sure how my spirits were, on this outing. But I’m sure they weren’t far!

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What I didn’t realize, is that I would come back to this falls in just a few months… TO JUMP OFF!

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There was a pretty young lady in the ward, with dark hair. As a matter of fact, I took note that she had a striking resemblance to Karen Carpenter, the singer who died of Anorexia a few years after this incident. The girl looked a bit younger than Karen. But she seemed to have the same problem (of course, at this time (1980) I had no idea that Karen Carpenter had this problem. Karen died three years later, in 1983).

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Anyway, as I was standing close by in the hallway, near my room, I overheard the nurses and doctor trying to convince her to take a drink of a diet soda. But she kept politely objecting, saying it was too fattening. Her gentle persuaders told her the soda was diet and only had one calorie. But to my amazement, the girl said that “No, well thank you…but…ah…I  just can’t drink that. ONE CALORIE is way too many calories!”

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“WHOA!”, I thought to myself, “ONE CALORIE IS TOO FATTENING!?” And as I walked away from this little confrontation, I thought… “MAN! This girl has some serious issues!!”

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So walking away, this battle of the wills kept up. The staff still urging and the girl still (politely) refusing. I thought to myself… “Maybe she’s got a problem with the Devil too! Maybe that’s why she’s got this stuff happening. Maybe the Devil is behind all this.”

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“DAMN ASHES”…

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A THINNER ME… But this little exchange of a hospital staff trying to get a very thin person to eat, was just a harbinger of the future. And NOT just the future of Karen Carpenter’s… BUT MY FUTURE AS WELL!! Because little did I know, this was exactly what lay in store for me too!

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Yes, I never dreamed that in the future, I too would be afflicted by a similar problem, dipping below 100 pounds myself! I actually looked like a walking skeleton. Little did I know that a hospital staff would likewise be trying to force me to eat, exactly as this staff did to her! And in the future I’d be finally committed to the Dammasch State Mental Hospital. And I would be tormented by demon angels, while confined for three months with liquid being fed me through my nose! Not only this, but while in the hospital, the other patients would prophesy about my future. This was to be a very satanic experience. And my weight problem was due to evil angels. But this was all to happen in the future. And if you do get a chance to hear my similar story, you too might likewise decide that some “eating disorders” are spiritual problems, and not just “psychiatric”.

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The new Dammasch State Hospital – 1960 aerial view

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“THE ORIGINAL JESUS”…

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One day as I was in the prayer chapel, the spirit began to suggest that I was not Adolph Hitler. He began to suggest that I was, as he originally claimed… Jesus, in a previous life. But I was very leery at this point. He had done way too many flip-flops in the past!

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And so I thought of something…“If I really was Jesus in a former life…Then…make me write that statement on that expensive new mural of Jesus.” I thought to myself,God would never allow me to write that statement on this very expensive, and very holy painting.’” And so I sat there waiting for him to compel me to do this deed.

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And sure enough, in a few moments, I found myself under his power, getting up. I went straight for a pen laying by a guestbook. I walked toward the mural. I began to write (the spirit controlling me) the following words on this mural, in very tiny letters,“Chuck was….” I stopped for a moment. “I don’t want him to give this spirit “wiggle room”. So he had me write,“Chuck was the ORIGINAL Jesus in a former life”.

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“Wow… that’s incredible! I must really be Jesus!”, I thought to myself. (Just a note. I wrote very small. I doubt anyone could ever find it.)

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Well, as you can imagine, this really relieved me. This proved to me that I wasn’t Adolph Hitler! I probably cried tears of relief at this moment!

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Well, this event in that Prayer Chapel that day, ended all that Hitler stuff. Up to this day, I’ve never again been plagued with the assertion that I was Adolph Hitler in my last life.

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Now just because my Adolph fear was put to rest, is not to say that I was Jesus in a former life. That false notion also came to an end, eventually.

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“O LUCIFER…

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SON OF THE MORNING?”…

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(STORY OF JOB)

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One day as I was talking with my counselor, I asked him how Satan could do all these things to me. This young counselor with an Abraham Lincoln-style beard began to tell me a story from the Bible. He told me about a man named Job (Job is pronounced with a long “O”).

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Job was a rich man who loved God. But the Devil took everything away from Job. So Job spent months going through illness, and heartache. And Job was tempted to curse God, because of all the evil that the Devil brought upon Job.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Luther%27s_Ein_Feste_Burg.jpg“AND THOUGH THIS WORLD WITH DEVILS FILLED, SHOULD THREATEN TO UNDO US…”

(line from song, “A Mighty Fortress” by Martin Luther c. 1527)…

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“THE” DEVIL? OR JUST “A” DEVIL?

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Another important issue should be mentioned. At some point in time, I learned that the Devil has many “unseen helpers”. These are fellow angels who also fell from grace, long ago, at the same time that Lucifer fell. These “Evil Angels” now roam the Earth, under the leadership of their commander, Lucifer, doing their evil deeds and manipulating and orchestrating the events of the world, in order to carry out his evil master-plan; which master-plan is detailed within the pages of Scripture.

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One reason I’m making this point, is to say that…I don’t know if I was being harassed by Satan himself, or just your “run-of-the-mill garden variety” evil angel. But from what I gathered at about this time in my experience, I learned that there were enough evil angels to “go around” for everyone. In other words, this unseen “breed” of spirits, up to this point in time, have been in no danger of being added to the “Endangered Species List”! Ha ha…that’s a joke! (But not a very funny joke, however.)

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From what I was told, there are millions, but probably billions of these devils running around on this Earth.

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(The Good News is, however, the Devil and his angels will very soon be on the endangered species list…“And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.” Revelation 20:10).

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Martin Luther – A Mighty Fortress – Public Domain – Wikipedia

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WHY IS SATAN SO EVIL?…

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At this point, someone might possibly ask, “Why are they so evil? Why don’t they simply turn from their wicked ways?”

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The answer to this perplexing question is found in Genesis, in the third chapter… And the LORD God said to the serpent… Because you (Satan) have done this (tempted Adam and Eve into sin), you are cursed above all… And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; It shall bruise thy head, and you shall bruise His heel.” Genesis 3:14, 15

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And so, at the very beginning, God put a curse on Lucifer. God was not just talking to the serpent. He was speaking to Lucifer who came to Eve through that serpent; making it http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Martin,_John_-_Satan_presiding_at_the_Infernal_Council_-_1824.JPGseem to the woman, that it was the serpent speaking, when it was actually just old “L.S.D.” (Lucifer, Satan, the Devil). And so if God put a curse on Lucifer, then there was nothing Lucifer could do to escape that curse.

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Now I know this all sounds like some children’s story to many who read this. But when you think about it, you have to ask yourself the question, “Why is this world so evil? Why are there so many unthinkable atrocities occurring on a daily basis around the globe? And why does all this evil seem so well orchestrated at times?”

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Satan presiding at the Infernal Council- Wikpedia – US Public Domain

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TWO EXAMPLES OF SATANIC EVIL…

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EXAMPLE #1: HITLER

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Well doesn’t it seem orchestrated? I mean, it’s like…how could Hitler mesmerize an entire nation to get behind his demonic attempt to take over the world? I have a very elderly neighbor who was a little boy in Germany. He told me that he, as well as the entire nation of Germany, believed that Hitler was some sort of “deliverer” to help bring about good into the world (still being mostly ignorant as to his atrocities against the Jews). And it wasn’t until Hitler was crushed by the Allies, that my German neighbor and his fellow countrymen woke up to just how evil Hitler really was, and what he’d been up to.

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Rows of bodies of dead inmates fill the yard of Lager Nordhausen, a Gestapo concentration camp – Wikimedia – Public Domain

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EXAMPLE #2: RWANDA….HUTUS AND TOOTSIES…

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And how could a multitude of people in Africa be mesmerized in just a few months, to carry out that hateful and ruthless act of slaughtering thousands of their fellow humans and countrymen; neighbors, who just happened to be of a slightly different blood-line? I saw an interview with one of the men involved in this mass slaughter. He confessed that he and others were brainwashed by the leftist college students who were orchestrating this brutal mass-murder. And after it was all over, he woke up to the reality of the atrocities that he and his fellow countrymen had committed. And then he felt really bad about what he’d done to those innocent men, women, and children of the Tootsies.

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So how could this be? How could an entire throng of people be so easily manipulated, if there was no Satan and his evil fellow angels working behind the scenes, to inspire hateful madness within the hearts and minds of these aggressors?

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“IMAGINE THERE’S NO DEVIL…HE WONDERS IF YOU CAN?”…

(Word-play on the lyrics of the John Lennon song, “Imagine”)

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Well, these are just two examples of the well-orchestrated evil that has long plagued Mankind.

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And I could give a lot more examples. And so could you, no doubt!

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Nevertheless, it seems like there is an orchestrated effort to erase Satan out of existence. Most don’t even want to acknowledge that there is a Devil; even many Christians have joined in this effort.

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Even many in the Christian community will start pointing the accusing finger, if you speak about Satan. “Oh we’re not supposed to be talking about Satan.” Well who says? There seems to be some unwritten rule regarding this. The Bible doesn’t say anything like this!

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Oh yeah, I totally agree, we’re certainly not to become obsessed about Satan! Our daily thoughts should be mostly about Jesus and the Bible.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“IT’S JUST THE NATURE OF MY GAME”…

(Lyrics from The Rolling Stones song, “Sympathy For The Devil”)

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These are just two very quick examples of the orchestrated evil in the world. But with some careful consideration, there could be shown, perhaps thousands of examples of Satan’s orchestrated evil the world over. Take, for instance, the current-day phenomenon in which a vast percentage of Americans now believe that the USA must be completely destroyed and replaced by a so-called “Utopian” Socialist regime.

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Nevertheless, Satan has done a marvelous job of “erasing his tracks” behind him. And as already stated, he has all but “erased his self completely out of existence” in the minds of most of the Human Family.

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I heard someone say,  “The greatest feat that the Devil ever performed, was to convince the world that he doesn’t exist!” Well, actually, I think that even a greater feat than that was when he convinced much of the world that God doesn’t exist!

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“THE GOD OF THIS WORLD”

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The Bible reveals that Lucifer was given dominion over this world long ago. The Bible calls him, “The God of This World” in 2nd Corinthians 4:4.

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And also, he is titled, “The Prince of This World”, three times in the Gospel of John (John 12:31, John 14:30, John 16:11).

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And in Isaiah, Chapter 14, it is explained that Lucifer was jealous of God.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Martin,_John_-_Satan_presiding_at_the_Infernal_Council_-_1824.JPGListen…“How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like The Most High.” Isaiah 14:12-14

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Yes, Lucifer, being very powerful and extremely intelligent, had long ago taken control of this world, turning it into his very own kingdom, with his own selfish attributes, using them as tokens of his character, to be loved, admired, and even worshiped by this world’s deceived citizenry! And so, by this means, he can maintain an invisible presence, and still be worshiped

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“IS THIS THE MAN THAT MADE THE EARTH TO TREMBLE?”

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“How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!… They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, ‘Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms?’” Isaiah 14:12-16

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Hey, at least let’s just look upon this subject “narrowly” as it says in the above verse. At least let’s give credit where credit is due! People have spent a lot of time blaming God for everything bad. How come the Devil rarely gets the blame? And he’s the one who is behind most of the evil on this fallen planet!

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Well, maybe this little e-book has given us this narrow examination of Lucifer, and how he operates in this fallen world.

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But it seems that Satan gets “let off the hook” almost 100% of the time.

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And why?

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Well, it really seems like anyone who even dares to mention the Devil is immediately scorned, as if he’s saying, “The Devil made me do it! The Devil made me do it!” Well, maybe “The Devil did make me do it!” is a much truer statement than most people think! Maybe, just maybe, the Devil is making a lot of people do a whole lot of things in this world, that they might not otherwise do! Not that we’re just “little ol’ innocent bystanders“! Not saying that!

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But when you stand back and see giant societal movements coming in and back out again, like the waves of the ocean, it makes you wonder, doesn’t it? At least it should make a person wonder.

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But hey! People, for the most part, don’t like to entertain such ideas.

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Nevertheless, the almost flawless orchestration of political and social phenomena in this world, is just too well-orchestrated to chalk off as being merely, “a coincidence”. And the horrendous depths to which so much evil sinks to, makes it quite impossible to believe that there’s no literal Satan! He just has to exist! This extremely evil world is proof-positive that Satan does indeed exist!

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But hey, for the past 8 or so months, I was freely conversing with an evil spirit on a daily basis!

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For my own self, I didn’t need any further proof!

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Lucifer Falling – lithoraph by Gustave Dore’ – Wikipedia – Public Domain

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“BIG-MEANIE-IN-SKY?”…

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So as soon as my counselor told me this story of Job and how http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hans_Thoma_Jupiter.jpgJob was tempted to blame God, something happened. A strange phenomenon began to occur within me. From that moment forward, I began to become tempted to blame God whenever anything bad happened. And yet, before I heard this story of Job, it never even occurred to me, that God was to blame!

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But now, I was always encountering this temptation: blaming God, as Satan did to Job. This became a real plague in my life. I began to think of God as a big-meanie-in-the-sky. It got so bad that I began to be tempted, “to blame God for even a hang-nail” (as the saying goes)!

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But these were temptations. I’m not saying I gave into those temptations. But I’m not saying that I didn’t give into a few of them, either.

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Ch. 30  “Goodbye Cruel World!”

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Will Chuck take that final plunge over the falls? Will the voice be gone forever? Read and find out!

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CHAPTER 30: . “GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!”…

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The_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893It’s time to get to the final act of this story. Now it is the moment of truth, as far as this e-book is concerned.

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And so now it’s time to wrap this story together. So let’s get to it and complete this story and tie up the remaining loose ends, bringing this story full circle …

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eoCHAPTER 30:

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“GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!”…

(Title of the 1979 Pink Floyd song)

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July 1980

(almost 9 months after my troubles began) 

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MY TERROR ENDS…

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Well, after the Devil ceased his condemnation that I was Adolph Hitler in my former life, things began to go well for me.

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As a matter of fact, I was feeling so good, I became a general nuisance around the hospital ward. For one thing, I started a ‘petition-signing’ amongst the patients when the hospital started serving us these pathetic tofu squares at breakfast, instead of the scrambled eggs they previously served!

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And then also, I began giving my own counselling sessions to one or two patients. The staff told me nicely to “cease and desist”. Hey, you’d-a thought they’d like the extra help! At no charge!

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Go figure!

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“I COME TO THE GARDEN”

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Becky came to visit and we decided to go sight-seeing in Portland. We found a large shrine called Mother Mary’s Grotto. It was a big garden that you could walk through with different shrines dedicated to various aspects to the Gospel. It was a really beautiful shrine, with lots of really nice statues. And since I didn’t actually kill the Virgin Mary (as the Devil mercilessly accused me. See “Fantasy Island” for explanation), I could visit this shrine without any dread.

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We then went to a large chapel where people were entering. And so I asked Becky to go with me. I was really excited to hear a Bible sermon! After all, through my ordeal, all I ever heard was the Devil’s sermons, so to speak! So a real biblical sermon was “just what the Doctor ordered!”

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But as we took our place in this church, the minister, or priest, or whatever, began speaking in some foreign language! Latin, or Greek or something! And then, we all got up in line to go by the priest, who handed us each a wafer and a tiny cup of grape-juice!

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And then, to my disappointment, the service ended and everyone began leaving. I really wanted to hear a sermon…in English! Oh well. I guess I would just have to wait!

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Photo of similar Mary shrine courtesy Wikipedia share-alike license. Click here for link.

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HOLY SHMOKES!

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https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlboro_(cigarette)After this, we went into a gift shop where I bought Bibles and maybe a dozen large crucifixes on necklace chains. As I was coming out of the gift shop I saw a priest. I asked him if he would bless these Bibles and necklaces. He made some gestures with his hands and said some things. I thanked him. But as I walked away, I noticed this priest was lighting up a cigarette. Well, I didn’t know hardly anything about Christianity, but I guess I always viewed smoking as a sin. And for such a holy-man, a Christlike individual, to be smoking really disappointed me, causing me to think his blessing on my Bibles and crucifixes was not so much of a blessing.

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And so, here was my first Christian-encounter with hypocrisy (not his, but my own hypocrisy, since I myself was still currently smoking!)

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“CRUCIFIXES FOR THE WHOLE HOUSE!!…

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NAW…DON’T WORRY!…I’M BUYING!!”… https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Small_crucifix.jpg

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When I got back to the hospital ward, I waited until the patients and staff were all together in the living area. I then gave a crucifix necklace to each patient and each staff-member. I suppose I should have bought smaller crucifixes. These over-sized crucifixes were about 2 or 3 inches tall. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. Everyone was obviously so overwhelmed with gratitude, that they didn’t know what to say! LOL!

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TIME TO GO…

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After thirty days, the hospital staff told me I was well enough to leave. I told them that I was still hearing that voice. But they still insisted that I was well enough to leave. And it was a lucky thing I left when I did! Because when checking out at the front desk, the receptionist informed me that my 30-day-insurance-coverage ran out that very same day!

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A FEW THOUGHTS…

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I was more than a little disappointed that virtually nobody in the hospital staff believed I was being tormented by a devil. It was assumed that my problem was a mental condition. There were instances, however, in which I received good spiritual advice.

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On the other hand, I was treated very nicely by everyone. By far this was the most polite staff I’ve ever encountered!

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July/August 1980

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“YOU TALK TOO MUCH…YOU WORRY ME TO DEATH!”

(First line from the 1960 song by Joe Jones, “You Talk Too Much”)

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And so I returned to Klamath Falls. But the voice didn’t go away. He just kept talking and talking. After some weeks, I became overwhelmed with the fear that I was like a man with a veryhttps://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Christianandapollyon.jpg contagious, killer-disease: namely…I HAD THE DEVIL IN ME!!! I had the “disease of Satan”, which seemed to indwell me to some degree. Well, he had to indwell within me, didn’t he? After all, he could talk to me (in my mind). And he could somehow put thoughts into my mind. And somehow he seemed to know many things I was thinking.

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As the days went by, the voice didn’t go away. I decided that I needed to do something to rid myself of this satanic voice. I decided to go back up to Portland to the Multnomah Falls. It was where that Indian jumped off to save the rest of the tribe from some disease. Even though that legend was a little suspect, nevertheless, this still seemed like a fitting place to end my life. And I too would be engaging in a “noble act” by eliminating this satanic voice that was speaking through me, and to me. I suppose, in the back of my mind, I was doing what I’d seen in that movie, The Exorcist, when Father Karras was filled with the Devil and jumped to his death, onto the streets far below.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS ARE WRITTEN ON THE SUBWAY OLD BARN WALLS…(and horses stalls)!”

(Word-play on lyrics from the 1964 Simon & Garfunkel mega-hit, “The Sounds of Silence”)  

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As I was driving up to Portland on Interstate 5 (still very intent on doing myself in), something caught my attention. An old barn…sitting off to the west of the Interstate 5 freeway…in a field…just south of Salem…a barn…standing there as a monument to days-gone-by. And as I drove by, I was surprised to see a Bible concept inscribed on its old weathered wooden walls. Someone had painted the following sentence on the side of that old relic…

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“SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS…ARMOR UP…THE TIME IS AT HAND”

Soldiers of the Cross, Armor Up

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These words made a strong impact on me, at that moment. “Profound statement!”, I thought to myself. “Whoever painted those words must also be aware that Judgment Day is at hand.”

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But now, I had a little hope. “That inscription on that old barn just might be the answer to my problems.” I might have thought… ”put on the armor of God. Very interesting concept. Hm-mm.”

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ONE MORE TRAIL TO CLIMB

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Upon arrival at the falls, I looked up and saw that the trail to the top was going to be a good climb. But hey, I climbed for eight hours up from the bottom of the Grand Canyon (see Chapter 1)! And this climb would only take an hour or so.

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Probably the voice was talking to me all the way along the trail upward. The climb was steep but very scenic with lots of beautiful trees, shrubs and ferns, etc.

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But the sun was going down, and I knew I had better “high-tail” it up this hill before it got too dark!

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(Multnomah Falls photo: Kelvin Kaye). Photo on right by www.oregon.com.

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BACK TO WHERE THIS STORY BEGAN…

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Well that’s my story! Now you know the basics of what I’ve gone through for over a year.

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So can you really blame me for wanting to take a plunge to my death?

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How would you have handled this, if you were in my shoes?

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When I think back on it all, it seems like a dream…a really bad dream! But I found out, that the truth is stranger than fiction! And now this will hopefully be over for good! And hopefully I will die a death that will separate me for all eternity from this voice! From this spirit! And from this Devil!

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It’s now time for me to take this leap of faith. “Lord, forgive me and receive me into your eternal kingdom….”

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My body plunges down into the water…

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…In a moment my head bobs out of the water. Hands begin to clap upon the announcement…

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“Welcome Chuck! Welcome into the family of God!”

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I carefully inspect my baptismal robe to see if every inch has water on it. I don’t want even one inch of my body to be unbaptised.

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NEW LIFE IN JESUS AHEAD

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What happened to jumping off the falls, you ask?

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Oh that! Yeah! You’re asking if I jumped off the falls. Well, no, I didn’t. What happened is this: I got to about half way up the trail, and it was getting dark. And frankly, I lost heart, and decided not to jump. So I climbed back down and drove back home to Klamath Falls.

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And then back in Klamath, I decided to start going to church in a little Baptist congregation. And after a short time, I decided the best way to rid myself of this spirit that’s been plaguing me for over a year was to die; that is, I would “die in Jesus”. I would go to that watery grave of Baptism. And so here I am! At a Baptist church! Getting baptized! That would be my final plunge! What better way to get rid of Satan than to take a plunge to almost certain death…a death that leads to life… a new life in the Lord Jesus Christ!

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But after the baptism, I’m noticing a dry spot on my baptismal robe. I ask the Pastor later if that mattered. He says “No”.

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Still it bothered me.

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LITTLE FLY FREED BY BIG GOD…

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So  I guess you could say that God plucked me out of Satan’s spider-web.

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Oh the mercy of God to a very miserable wretch like me, who wasn’t even looking for God!

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Could I have stood up to Satan on my own? The “Mental Ward Games” only proved that I was no match for Satan. I miserably lost the contest! But who wouldn’t have lost the contest with the Devil? He’s way out of my league…and yours too! There’s only One who could defeat Satan. And to my great joy, that One defeated him on that hill called “Calvary”. And that One defeated the Devil, on your behalf, and on my behalf.

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And though I was cast into “Tophet” (see Jeremiah 7:32), and tormented by fire and brimstone, I nevertheless came out of it unharmed. And the smoke of my torment will rise up forever and ever, no doubt. This awful lesson-book of sin will never be forgotten! And I learned a lesson that I’m sure I won’t forget through the days of eternity. And I’m telling you this story because you should be aware of just who is this “Wicked One” who has seemingly all but erased himself out of existence; because even though he’s covered his tracks pretty well, he’s still out there working his deceptive and destructive satanic arts upon this unsuspecting world.

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But I’m also telling this story so that maybe, just maybe some person, living in unbelief and atheism like I was, might turn from their sin, becoming a Follower of Jesus.

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But don’t wait till Judgment Day!

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And truth-be-told, ya never know when your Judgment Day begins!

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“What? Did you (the readers) say something? I thought I just heard a voice. Everyone be quiet for a moment.”

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“Are you still here Satan? Is that you, Satan?”

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(Silence for a moment.)

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“I’m still he-e-e-r-re !!”

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THE END…

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Dear Reader: A question still lingers. And that question is this…

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“Who will be next to take a ride in an “RX-7” (an “Our Ex-Heaven”)?”

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Well if you do, just make sure NOT to be like me.

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Yeah, don’t you get caught on that day without having on your “Armor of God”!

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Ch. 31  EPILOGUE

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Well, Chuck is finally released from the devilish torment, and begins a new chapter in his new life from a forgiving God.

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CHAPTER 31: . EPILOGUE

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CHAPTER 31:

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EPILOGUE

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“HERE LIES ATHEISM…SHOT IN THE BACK”…

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And so, this has been the story of how my atheistic belief was shot dead; yes… shot dead by God! As dead as…as for instance, say, Billy the Kid…killed by a ‘bullet in the back’. And just like Billy the Kid, my atheism wasn’t looking for that bullet either!

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Yes, Billy the Kid and atheism have a lot in common! Like Billy, atheism is a ruthless killer. It has slain many-a-man, much more than Billy ever did!

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But as I said, my atheism received that bullet-in-the-back on that fateful November night when I personally met the Devil.

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But in my case, meeting the Devil turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me! Not that the Devil was trying to help me. But God is greater than the Devil, and uses the Devil for His own divine purposes.

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Nevertheless, I’m sure those evil angels must’ve had a great time anyway, tormenting me during these long months and days!

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But I hope and pray that every atheist will have his or her atheism shot dead…just like my atheism was shot dead! Just hope ya don’t have to suffer all the torment that I had to suffer.

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“IN TOMBSTONE TERRITORY”…

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Oh, by the way…I read the other day of an old tombstone in Maryland that said…

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“Here lies an atheist 6 feet below. All dressed up, but nowhere to go!”

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An atheist has a truly miserable ideology, or religion, or whatever you want to call it! Nowhere to go after he or she dies! Just food for daisies and earthworms…and crabgrass too! But instead of the above epitaph, I would only wish that the following words below might be inscribed on the stone marker above each and every atheist from this moment forward…

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“A former atheist lies here below. His atheism died when he found Jesus, and now he’s got a wonderful place to go!”

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Tour De Oregon

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Sometime later, Becky’s mother came to visit from Guatemala. And we decided to go on a 3 or 4-day whirlwind tour up the awesome and majestic Oregon coast, beginning in Brookings Oregon.

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And so, I rented a motorhome.

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I must say, I can’t remember a more fun and more trouble-free trip! It was as if the Lord was blessing every moment of our little tour. While stopping in one little town, I saw a blue captain’s hat (like ol’ Heph used to wear), and bought it, and wore it throughout the trip. 

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:One_Lane_for_Two_Way_(31167296815).jpgThrough the winding Redwood Highway, these awesome trees stand as gate-keeping giants to the powerful Pacific Ocean. From there we came to Brookings, just a few miles from the Oregon/California boarder. And from there we proceeded up the Oregon coast until we came to the incredible Sea-Lion Caves! Yes, the Sea-Lion Caves are a must-see for any tourist! Right on the edge of the narrow Coastal Highway 101, hugging a high cliff, an elevator takes you down-down-down about a 1000 feet into a large cave. Entering into this sea-lion sanctuary there they sit, barking loudly, echoing throughout the ominous-looking caverns! And all this makes for a very dramatic scenario, together with in-coming waves, crashing against the rocks!

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Next we went to Depoe Bay, a little tourist mecca in which the raging sea crashes against the sharp cliff, sometimes spilling almost onto Highway 101, which runs through this little tourist-shop burg. It’s a great place to stop to eat, while driving up or down the Oregon Coast.

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There we stopped to see the little black stone-faced building which housed the aquarium (no longer there), in which various aquatic species are seen. The main attraction was a damp and echoie room with a pool in which about 5 or 6 barking seals beg for little pieces of fish which visitors can purchase.

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There was one totally blind seal, whose eyes were completely glazed white. But in spite of his handicap, he performed more tricks, and clownishly slapped his fat belly in hopes of getting some fish thrown to him. Really funny to watch this old aquatic clown! And seemingly almost miraculously, this visually-challenged one could sense exactly when and where food was being tossed in his direction, jumping up and catching it mid-air!

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Pretty good for a “blind old seal”!

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Later on that day, while laying in the upper loft of the motor-home I began slapping my increasingly fattening belly (because of Becky’s great cooking!). When I suddenly realized I was doing a good imitation of that fat old blind seal, I laughed and laughed (I often laughed at myself over something funny. But of course, I’ve never liked other people laughing at me! Who does!)

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From Lincoln City on the northern coast, we drove inland through beautiful state capitol of Salem and up the Santiam Highway. There we stopped at Silver Falls State Park where about 7 different waterfalls can be be seen along the hiking trail. (and the one in this picture, you can even walk behind!). And being raised in Salem, we kids always loved to have a family picnic at that incredibly beautiful park! My parents even had an old log cabin nearby where we spent many weekends, as kids. 

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A FEW FINAL THOUGHTS

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This entire e-book story is concerning events which occurred prior to my becoming a Christian. To give this story proper context, I tried to write it in somewhat the same irreverent humor that I used back in those days. Forgive me for this irreverence! But I suppose I wanted for the Reader to get to know me, as I was back in those days. 

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Becky and I were finally married about 10 months after we met, on December 6th of 1980.

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The reader should keep in mind that this is just the first Part of a three-part story about a man who began a journey out of the fires of Hell, and upward toward the Celestial City of God. My unchristian behavior during this first installment was merely because I had not the slightest clue of how to be a Christian. So please excuse any offensive behavior on my part. This Part 1 of my journey should make more sense, if and when God permits me to write the next two installments.

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“Enter into the rock, and hide thee in the dust, for fear of the LORD, and for the glory of His majesty. The lofty looks of man shall be humbled, and the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down, and the LORD alone shall be exalted in that day. For the day of the LORD of hosts shall be upon every one that is proud and lofty, and upon every one that is lifted up; and he shall be brought low…” Isaiah 2:10-12

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This is the end of this e-book, “Judgment Day-RX7″. However, you may go to the companion web-site. Just click here…

www.signsofheaven.org

 

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CHAPTER 20: “AND I WRITE THE SONGS”…

By admin On March 3rd, 2021

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Okay, so it was now about 100 days or so after finding out my public school indoctrination which I abundantly received, on the ideology of “atheism”, needed some really serious revamping!

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And now I was conversing with unseen spirits just as matter-of-factly as I would, say…talking with my Uncle Charlie!

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And more than this, the spirit was now giving me songs and telling me things about the world and about the unseen world that few persons had ever been privy to! This was unreal beyond the wildest imagination! But it was real! Very real!

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And so, I’ll share a few more of the songs given, plus some of the information shared by the Unseen One with whom I was now conversing on a moment-by-moment basis. And I really mean “moment-by-moment”! Because this was a morning till night phenomenon! It just didn’t let up!

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But now I’ll share…

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CHAPTER 20:

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“AND I WRITE THE SONGS”…

(Lyric from the 1975 Bruce Johnston song, “I Write The Songs”)   

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January or February, 1980

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eoTHERE’LL BE A LOAD OF COMPROMISING “SPIRITS RISING”, ON THE ROAD TO MY HORIZON!”…

(Wordplay on the lyrics of the 1975 Glen Campbell mega-hit, “Rhinestone Cowboy”, inserting the word, “spirits rising” in place of “compromising”)

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I was also led to believe that there were persons in the song business who were “insiders”. They knew about the spirits, and were aware that their music and success was a gift from God.

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He told me that I was going to go down to L.A. to get into the business. He told me that a certain famous recording artist was an “insider”, and knew all about how God was working within the music business. And I was to go to this famous recording artist’s home. And this recording artist (I’m too embarrassed to even mention names!), he would take me in, until I “got on my feet”. He also told me (or I played guessing games, trying to prod him into telling me) just who else in the music business knew about God, or was being led by God. And after guessing, he let me know a number of famous people he had working for him in the music business.

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Okay, Okay, I know how ridiculous all this recording artist stuff’ sounds! And it’s more than just a bit embarrassing to even put it in writing for people to read (not to mention that I myself was merely a mediocre musical talent)!

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But I’m simply telling you what happened. And, just consider how often an article appears in the news about some person claiming that God told him to do this or that! Now what I went through, hopefully begins to explain, at the very least, that some of those “deluded” persons were no doubt likewise being misled by spirits, just as I was being misled.

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Well, my experience explains alot, that is, if you believe what I’m telling you. But if you don’t believe this account, it nevertheless doesn’t make it any less the reality of the unseen spiritual battlefield which this world happens to be! And actually, unbelievers (and Christian skeptics) are truly, the “deluded ones”! 

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Psalm 77:4

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A certain phenomenon also occurred at this time. You see, before this all happened (i.e., my encounter with the unseen spiritual world), I usually got a pretty good night’s sleep. But at this time (Summer 1980) I began to find it very hard to sleep. This was my first encounter with “Insomnia”. And because I realized my problems were spiritual in nature, I also attributed this sleeplessness to spiritual sources…

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Just listen to this verse… “When I lie down, I say, when shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.” Job 7:4. This verse from The Book of Job (Job is pronounced with a long “o”) shows that Job had a spiritual problem with sleeplessness. The Devil caused Job many problems, this being one of them. Here’s another verse about sleeplessness, being brought on by God… “Thou (God) holdest mine eyes waking…” Psalm 77:4.

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Now I’m not saying that all sleeplessness is due to higher powers. But the Bible does declare that it possibly can be the cause. As these two verses point out, both Job and the psalmist were suffering spiritual insomnia: one brought on by God, and Job’s, which was brought on by an unseen evil spirit.

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And I’m not even saying that my sleeplessness was necessarily of spiritual origin. All I’m saying is that it possibly could have been.

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“OH GOD”…

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Also, I heard something that gave credence to what the spirit was telling me regarding the music business. And this gave me belief in what the spirit told me. I heard John Denver, in an interview, tell the interviewer that the songs he wrote were a “gift from God”. And he said it in such a way, that made me think that he wasn’t just being casual or flippant. He seemed to really believe that his songs were given him by God!

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Also, at about this same time, or a little later, I heard that John Denver was in a movie, called, “Oh God!”, about a man who had an unseen companion…God. God was played by George Burns. And so I made sure to watch this movie when it came out on TV. And George Burns was a perfect God, as far as I was concerned. Burns behaved similar to the spirit I was communicating with. A lot of humor and irreverence. And so the spirit told me that John Denver was one of the special, “insiders”, in the music business.

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“AND I WRITE THE SONGS…”

(Title of the Bruce Johnston song, “I Write The Songs”)

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These songs which I was being given triggered an old memory. Years earlier. About 1972 or so. I had just moved back to Klamath from San Francisco, where I had struck out, that is, I failed to “make it” in the pop music industry. It was then that I returned to working in the family restaurant.

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Nevertheless, one sunny spring day, back in the Basin, I was sitting in the back yard with my guitar. I began composing a song. But to my amazement, in just a few minutes time, I had composed a really nice little song. This song just kind of “plopped down into my lap”, as they say. I didn’t even have to put much effort into composing it. And I remember feeling a little weird, when I sang it, because it came so easily. Anyway, here it is. Too bad you can’t hear the music. Because the music is simple, but as good as the words…

THE GOODBYE SONG

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Desert_road_UAE.JPG1st VERSE…This time come tomorrow I’ll be gone, And I may not ever be this way again. So I’d like for you to have this song, And ya know that you will always be my friend.”

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CHORUSAnd God give ya some love to carry along. May your roads be sunny, short or long. And on your way I pray, you won’t do anyone wrong. And God give ya some love to carry along.”

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sky20180523_180743.jpg2nd VERSENever let the rain get in your eyes, Behind the clouds there’s a whole lot of blue skies. Just let ol’ Mother Nature be your guide, Cause that’s one girl from who we just can’t hide.”

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CHORUSAnd God give ya some love to carry along, May your roads be sunny short or long. And on your way I pray, you won’t Do anyone wrong. And God give ya some love to carry along.”

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3rd VERSELife is just an ever-flowing song, And it’s up to you to keep the music strong. So try and fill your world with those ya love, And never lose those dreams your dreamin’ of.” 

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CHORUSAnd God give ya some love to carry along. May your roads be sunny, short or long. And on your way I pray, you won’t do anyone wrong wrong. And God give ya some love to carry along. And God give ya some love to carry you along. God give ya some love…to carry along” .

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An old friend from our former high school band liked the song, and a few years later, arranged the song for his new band. He also changed the word, “things” in the last verse, to “those”. So the last line was changed to… So try and fill your world with [those] you love…”.  One night when I was visiting Salem Oregon, I went to hear his band. They played that song very well, with the word-change, in three-part harmony. It was a definite improvement.

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“THERE’LL BE A LOAD OF COMPROMISING'”…

(Lyrics from the 1975 Glen Campbell hit, “Rhinestone Cowboy”)

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But there was another aspect to all this music business stuff. I thought that God Himself was gonna break into the popular music world. And He was gonna use me to do just that! All I had to do was to mingle together some secular songs…with some Christian songs.

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Why didn’t somebody think of that already?!

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This of course, shows how clueless I was about Christianity! Because I had no idea just how big the Christian music industry currently was! It was perhaps already a billion dollar industry!

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But I knew it not!

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Anyway, here’s an example of one of the “Christian” songs that the spirit gave me…

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“I CAN TURN TO JESUS”…

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“When I find myself, standing all alone,

I can turn to Jesus…for he is always near.

And when I find myself, losing hope in “Love”,

I can turn to Jesus…for He is always near.”

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“I can turn to Jesus…for He is always near

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“When I find myself, losing hope in “life”,

I can turn to Jesus…for He is always near.

And when I find myself, losing hope in “Man”,

I can turn to Jesus…for He is always here.”

“I can turn to Jesus…for He is always near.”

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Okay, so these lyrics weren’t that great! But as I have stated…when “God” is giving you songs directly, even the mediocre ones seem good. And the music was actually, not too bad, even though very simple.

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But as far as his method of composing, as I also said earlier, he wouldn’t talk during these song-writing sessions. He just made my head nod “Yes” or “No”, depending on the chords or the words, if they were correct or not. I am certain he had very good (and deceptive) reasons for doing this. And I’m pretty sure I know why. But I’ll just let you figure that one out for yourself. Very simple reason.

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A DEAL WITH THE D…?

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Bob Dylan (no mediocre song-writer!) gave an interview in which he made several statements regarding higher powers helping his career. In one statement, he says he made a “deal with the D…” … and then he stops short of actually saying the obvious. When quizzed about this by the interviewer, he began to back-peddle from almost saying “deal with the Devil” and then begins to indicate that his deal was with the “Commander”. With some more prodding, he clarifies that it is the “Commander of this world and the unseen world”.

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Now for the sake of honesty, it must be noted that his comment “deal with the D…” sounded a little like he was merely being flippant. But his comment about the “bargain with the Commander” sounded very serious.  

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THINGS THAT GO “CREAK” IN THE NIGHT…

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During this time, I was constantly communing with the spirit. But quite often, there was https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Medieval_ghost.jpga “creaking noise” in my house. Sometimes from the wall. Sometimes from the floor. And sometimes from the ceiling. Normally, I would just think that the house was settling. But whenever this happened, I would hear a “yes” or “no” simultaneous to the creaking noise. I reasoned that he was just making it seem like he was making the creaking noise. And I figured that he was just very quick. Because there didn’t seem to be any time-lapse between the creaking noise and his answer. Often, I wouldn’t even be asking him a question, and I would hear the creaking along with a “yes” or “no”. So this was a tip-off that he was just very quick, and the house was merely settling, naturally.

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A HIGHWAY SONG…

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:End_of_Guitar.jpgI suppose I received about a dozen songs during these times. Some were Christian. Some were secular. All were just about okay. Looking back, I would say that none were what I would consider really good, except for maybe one (“Oregon, I’m Coming Home to You”).

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But at the time, I was totally taken in by the spirit’s story of how I was going to take the music world by storm. So the songs seemed good at the time. After all, when you have a spirit telling you these things, you tend to believe whatever that spirit might tell you (But, to be fair with myself, I suppose that with a good arranger and quality musicianship, they probably could have made a fairly good set of songs).

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But there was another pretty good song I had composed years earlier. The spirit also told me that this song was given me by God. It’s called “A Highway Song”

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A HIGHWAY SONG

(Whistling introduction to the tune of “Oh Susanna”)

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hitchhiker_in_a_forest.jpg“I been so many places…I’ve seen a lot of borderlines.

“I’ve seen so many faces… and had me some pretty good times.

“I’ve sung alot of travelin’ songs, about the things I see.

“But there’s no one here to lend me an ear—–,

“So I’ll sing this one for me.”

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“So I keep movin’ along…singin’ my highway song.

“Some folk gotta settle down…but me I gotta roam.

“Gotta keep…movin’ along…Gotta keep…movin. along,

“Cause freedom is the highway…and the highway…is my home.”

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“Sometime’s I get so lonesome, lying under the starry sky,

“And wishin’ I’d-a settled down…and made that girl my wife.

“But I was young an’ restless, so I set out on the road,

“And when I looked behind, I couldn’t seem

“To find my way back home.”

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“So I keep movin’ along…singin. my highway song…etc…”

REFRAIN

(“Singin’ Oh my Lordy Lordy, such a fine ol’ day, singin’

“Oh my Lordy Lordy, a pretty, pretty fine ol’ day, and I—am well on my way!”)

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Adrian_2017-04-05_(Unsplash_zkd9FIEFUk8).jpg“Sunrise come tomorrow, I’ll be headed for the western plains.

“Tonight I’ll stay in the Cascades, in this dang ol’ Oregon rain.

“But I heard in Carolina there’s a big bluegrass Jamboree,

“An’ for a guitar pickin country boy—

“…That’s just my cup o tea!”

CHORUS

“So I keep movin’ along…singin’ my highway song.

“Some folk gotta settle down, but I’m just a rollin’ stone.

“Gotta keep movin’ along, gotta keep movin’ along.

“Cause freedom is the highway…and the highway…is my home.”

(Ends with whistling “Oh Susanna” as song fades out)

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This song took quite a while, and with quite a few changes. But after composing this song, I became a little nervous about the music. This is because the chorus and tempo sounded vaguely like the chorus of the song, “Garden Party” by Rick Nelson (My distant cousin!!! Too bad I didn’t look the least bit like him! Just the opposite, actually! Sigh…oh well. But on the other hand, I probably would’ve gotten into a whole lot more trouble in life, than I already did! And so, my average looks probably saved me from being a complete “unholy-terror” on the world!).

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But as far as “Highway Song”, I thought it necessary to do a little re-arranging on the chorus to make it not sound so much like Nelson’s song.

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End of Guitar – Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.

Hitchhiker in a forest – cropped image – Wikimedia – Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication

ABOVE PICTURE: Winter – Revelation 12 Woman with Eagle Wings

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Rick Nelson – Wikipedia – US Public Domain

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DREAMS-N-VISIONS

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Now during this time, a very incredible phenomenon occurred a number of times. While https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Willyvallez.jpgsitting in my front living room, I would go into a trance-like state. And as I sat in my chair, I would hear a long (and annoying) buzzing noise, and then I would slip into a dreamlike state (this probably occurred just two or three times). And everything looked very surrealistic, but very real! It almost was like these computerized digital cartoons, but even more realistic! Yeah, these visions/dreams seemed so real, that I thought they were, until I would come out of them to realize I was only having a vision!

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Now I can only remember one of these, in which my parents came to me, asking me… “Where what did you do with the “Crimie?” By saying the “Crimie”, they were referring to a huge, old Chrysler, which we all sometimes used as a back-up vehicle. The reference to “Crimie” concerned my embezzling money from the restaurant, and me living such a life of crime, in various ways.

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And after a few moments, when I awoke from these dream-like visions, I was amazed that it was only a dream or vision, because it seemed so incredibly real!

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Surreal Painting – Willyvallez – Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“IMAGINE THERE’S NO HEAVEN…NO HELL BELOW US…”

(Lyrics from John Lennon’s song, “Imagine”)

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The spirit told me lots of things…”Oh God”, I begged him, “does the Devil really exist?” I really wanted to know. “No Chuck, there’s no Devil. Only God. All that Devil-stuff is just man’s imagination. To explain evil.”http://www.roykerwood.bc.ca/

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So I guess the spirit’s story about no Heaven nor Hell was in harmony with that very famous song, “Imagine”, by John Lennon. “Imagine there’s Heaven…No Hell below us…No religion too!” Wow, there’s no Heaven, and no Hell! Wow! I was getting “inside information” that few people knew about, if any! What a news-flash!

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But the difficult thing about John Lennon singing that song is this: it’s hard to imagine a deceased man, like Mr. Lennon, getting all excited that there’s no Heaven…no eternal joy…just nothingness for all eternity, now that he’s dead.

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Truly, atheism has to be the world’s most miserable religion! And it’s more than a little disconcerting to listen to someone singing about the glories of “no Heaven”, knowing that the man singing has been long ago deceased.

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Even the false religions promise you eternal bliss! Many people suppose that even a FALSE hope is better than NO hope! Maybe or maybe not.

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Photo of John Lennon courtesy of Roy Underwood for Wikipedia share-alike license. Click here for link to Roy’s site.

John Lennon – Джон Ленон в Могилів Подільському – Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.

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“IMAGINE YOU’RE AN EARTHWORM…IT’S EASY IF YOU TRY”…

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And one of the horrible aspects of atheism, is that the older I got (as an atheist), the more miserable and nervous I became, whenever I thought about my prospects for the future. Prior to all this trouble I was now going through, I was experiencing some frightening nights, thinking about eternity. Because I was an atheist prior to all this. And I really didn’t want to be dead for all eternity. (Truly, “Darkness” is the atheist’s worst enemy! Atheists quite often need to have music playing or a little light burning, or the TV on, when they go to sleep at night, for fear of the darkness of eternity!) And so I would sometimes lie there in bed at night and try to think that possibly I might come back someday…somewhere out in the universe, as maybe…an earthworm or something.

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Pretty bleak as far as prospects for the future…huh?

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Photo of earthworm by Ryan Bushby &Wikipedia share-alike license.

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ATHEISM NOT VERY COMFORTING!

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So John Lennon’s song about “atheism”, though a pretty song, musically/poetically, was not much comfort for me back then, when I was an atheist. And even right now, as I’m writing this, my dear father is struggling with aging and Parkinson’s Disease. And it rips me in pieces to see him face eternity as an atheist. It’s a real heart-breaker! He’s facing death and he has no hope for the future!

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On the other hand, I can agree with Lennon on this one point: that no hellish torture chamber which goes on for all eternity is something to sing about! He was correct about that! And I was totally on board with him on that point!

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(Just a note: I remember reading an interview with John Lennon not too long before his death, in which he stated that he was “beginning to understand the parables of the Bible”. So it’s possible that God was working with Mr. Lennon prior to his untimely death. So maybe when he finally died, he had already become a believer in Jesus!)

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Imagine!! John Lennon in Heaven!! Now that would really be something to sing about!!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Beatles_magical_mystery_tour_(cropped).jpgThe Beatles song that “possessed” John Lennon and “wrote itself”

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And speaking of that, “Magical Mystery Tour-guide”, John Lennon, the following article excerpt on him was written by the Internet site, www.faroutmagazine.co.uk

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“John Lennon had a wild ride as part of The Beatles…The Beatles provided Lennon with the space to note down his feeling and emotions on paper and put them in a song and, on occasion, THE SONGS WROTE THEMSELVES DOWN.

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“One such track…was ‘Across The Universe’, a song which Lennon says “wrote itself”.

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“The track is often thought of as one of Lennon’s best works, but the singer admitted he felt like he had little contribution to the track after explaining its conception to David Sheff…“(the song was originally written in 1967)…I kept hearing these words over and over, flowing like an endless stream.

“I went downstairs and it turned into a sort of cosmic song…It’s so interesting. ‘Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup/ They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.’ Such an extraordinary meter and I can never repeat it!”

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“Lennon would hold his hands up and suggest that he had little to do with songs final construction: “It’s not a matter of craftsmanship—it wrote itself. It drove me out of bed. I didn’t want to write it… and I couldn’t get to sleep until I put it on paper… It’s like being possessed—like a psychic or a medium. The thing has to go down. It won’t let you sleep, so you have to get up, make it into something, and then you’re allowed to sleep.”

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“It may have had something to do with the time in which he wrote it, a dreamlike state which McCartney has also professed to have found fruitful for songwriting. “That’s always in the middle of the night when you’re half-awake or tired and your critical facilities are switched off.”

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“However the song came about, there’s no doubting that it is one of The Beatles finest. The fact it arrived seemingly of its own accord is the icing on the cake.”

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The Beatles magical mystery tour (cropped) – Wikipedia – Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license

Photo of John Lennon courtesy of Roy Underwood for Wikipedia share-alike license. Click here for link to Roy’s site.

John Lennon – 1969 (cropped) – Wikipedia – Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication

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Ch. 21 Vacation From Hell

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(or should I say, “in” Hell)”… 

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If you think your vacation went badly, just read about this one!!

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CHAPTER 19: “I AM MUSIC” …

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“The noise of thy viols…O Lucifer…

the workmanship of thy tabrets

and of thy pipes

was prepared in thee

in the day that thou wast created.

Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth…”

Isaiah 14:11, 12 & Ezekiel 28:13, 14

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Here’s a question for you…“Where does literary inspiration come from?”

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Here’s another question…“And why do most prolific music composers just run dry after a while?” (After all, you’d think that with time and experience, they’d only become that much more prolific in their composing!)

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And here’s another question…“Why do many of the really great songs and the really wonderful music compositions just seem to simply, ‘drop into the lap’ of composers?”

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And just one more question…“And just how could a very young child compose a sophisticated symphony, which requires translating years of maturity and life-experiences into music, which the child simply has not yet attained to?”

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OH COME ON!!! Even if they had a great big brain, they’ve just not experienced the many life-lessons required, to be translated into extremely sophisticated music!

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Well, read on, and maybe you’ll learn the secret that some have already learned…

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“I AM MUSIC” …

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“THERE’S A HOUSE…ON A HILL…”

(First line from the 1972 Gordon Lightfoot song, “Cotton Jenny”)

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Well, now that things were going well for me, a realtor friend showed me a little house for sale in a new subdivision over by Klamath Lake. It was a hilly area with lots of Pine trees. It looked like a little “gingerbread house” in a forest…on a hill.

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Really quaint!

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I liked it!

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So I bought it.

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And as with each new house I bought over the past eight years (I bought-and-sold houses as a money-making sideline back in those years), I was excited to move in. With all the trees and hills, this house was like living in a forest. It wasn’t a very big house. But it was comfortable for one or two persons. About 1200 sq. ft, or so.

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

The Scream – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

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NOT EXACTLY “A STILL SMALL VOICE”…

1st Kings 19:12

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And I was still really busy with this spiritual realm that I was now dealing with!

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Days were spent communing with the spirit.

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And as you can probably imagine, I had lots of questions for him: questions about the past. But especially questions about the future. And the spirit would sometimes answer me by ever-so-slightly nodding my head “yes” or “no”. Sometimes he would make my head to circle around (also ever-so-slightly), just like someone might do when asked a dumb question. Or circle as if to say, “maybe”.

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Other times he’d answer by speaking directly. It wasn’t exactly an actual audible voice. It was more like a small nondescript voice in my mind. But it was definitely a voice! When he talked, he’d often include my name in his comments. And he frequently joked as he answered.

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At other times, he’d make a statement, and then retract that statement, saying, “Oh, I was just kidding, Chuck.”

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The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1981_Mazda_RX-7_S_(3178908022).jpgBACK-SEAT DRIVER TAKES THE WHEEL

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I hadn’t returned to work yet, and so I’d often go for a drive. And he’d direct where to go.

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Frequently, I’d feel him take control of my hands on the steering wheel, and turned me in whatever direction he wanted me to turn.

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Alotta times, he’d have me drive to a very scenic little park east of town on “Lost River” (as you can see in this great photo!).

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Like I’ve already said, I was always asking him questions about the past, present, and future.

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“After all”, I probably thought to myself, “Why waste this golden opportunity to dig out info on eternal things from this eternal being!?”

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But I have to admit, his answers were kind-of vague, to say the least!

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Stevenson Park – Photo by Chuck Collins of Klamath County H.R. Dept

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RX-7 LICENSE PLATE

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One day he said, “Chuck, you wanna know what your license plate stands for?”

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My license plate was a special plate I ordered when I bought this car. It read “RX7-LTD” (My RX-7 was a limited edition. Hence the “LTD” on the license plate)

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But the spirit had another interpretation ready for me…“’RX-7′ means you’ll live another seven years, and then you’ll get sick and die. So the “RX” stands for Rx.” (Rx obviously being the common universal tag used to indicate prescription medications).

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“The “7″ stands for 7 years. And the “Limited” stands for your limited life ahead.”, said the spirit.

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This didn’t bother me too badly. After all, 7 years was quite a while! That’d give me until about 1987, which was a long time from now (It was still 1980 when this happened).

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And isn’t 7 years a long time?

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Right? Well…right?

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And not to mention, he promised the next 7 years would be filled with glorious things! A real win-win proposition, wouldn’t you agree!?

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“And you know what else?”, (said the spirit), “Do you want to know what else your little black car symbolizes?”

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Mostly everything was a guessing game with this spirit. So I played along with his question-&-answer game, and eventually he’d tell me… “Your little black (actually metallic cobalt grayish-black) car looks like a coffin, doesn’t it? It means you’re going to die in 7 years.” 

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And so, upon hearing this, I looked out my window at that little car and squinted and tried to see it as a coffin.

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“Well…yeah…maybe it does look a little bit like a coffin”, I admitted to myself. “Yuuuk!”

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Mazda rx7-1st Generation – wikipedia – GNU-free-user-license

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“ROUND, ROUND, ROUND, ROUND, I GET AROUND, YEAH!…”

(first line of Beach-Boys hit-song, “I Get Around”)

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Yes, I did a whole lot of driving during those days.

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And there was a whole lot of chatter going on between the spirit and myself. Sometimes he talked. Often, he’d just shake my head. If I guessed the answer, he’d simply shake my head very slightly, “Yes”.

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Needless to say, this could be a bit embarrassing when I’d come up to a stop-light! My head would be shaking. I felt like one of those little dashboard figurines that shake its head as you drive down the street! And I was always afraid the driver next to me would think I was crazy (can you imagine anyone thinking me to be crazy!? How absurd the thought! lol!), even though my head wasn’t shaking so much, as to be even slightly noticeable.

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But in spite of trying hard not to, I just couldn’t stop my head from shaking. If he chose to answer me by shaking my head, it was going to happen, whether I liked it or not!

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Anyway, this is how the spirit told me about all the things that were ahead for me.

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Mazda RX-7 – 1981 – Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license

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“BLIND DATE & BLIND FAITH”…

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During this time period, a friend set me up with a date.

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You see, just prior to my troubles beginning, my girlfriend, at that current time, broke up with me. So a caring friend set me up with a blind date. Even though I was in no mental condition to be going on a date, I still went over to meet the very pretty lady.

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But when I went to her apartment, and while she was getting ready, the spirit began to put me through another “test of faith”.

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You see, while she was in the bathroom, the spirit told me I should lay back down on her bed, where I was sitting.

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Oh not for any wrong purposes. But just to lie there on her bed…which I knew was really crossing her boundary line, as well as making me look slightly ridiculous!

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But what could I do?

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If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be showing my faith.

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So I did (the spirit promising that he’d keep her away, “as long as you have faith, Chuck!”).

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Well that didn’t happened!

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Yes, I really felt a little foolish when I had to jump up as she suddenly entered the room! I’m not sure if we ever actually went out on a date, or not. But if we did, I never saw her after that.

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Oh yeah, now I remember! We went out for lunch or something.

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If only I’d known that passage in Scripture…“Then the devil took Him (Jesus) up into the holy city, and set Him on a pinnacle of the http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brooklyn_Museum_-_Jesus_Carried_up_to_a_Pinnacle_of_the_Temple_(J%C3%A9sus_port%C3%A9_sur_le_pinacle_du_Temple)_-_James_Tissot_-_overall.jpgtemple, And said unto Him, ‘If you be the Son of God, cast yourself down: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge concerning you: and in their hands they shall bear you up, lest at any time you dash your foot against a stone’. Jesus said unto him, ‘It is written again, You shall not tempt the Lord thy God’.” Matthew 4:5-7

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So this passage prohibits us from doing something foolish, to prove our faith that God will help us at the last-minute, even in small situations of life.

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Oh, if only I’d known this passage, it would’ve saved me a whole lot of grief! And not just in this little situation, but even more, in a few “bigger situations”!

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Cause he was always compelling me to do outrageous things to, “Prove you faith, Chuck!”

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James Tissot Brooklyn Museum Jesus Carried up to the Pinnacle wikimedia US public domain

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SECOND DATE:

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“DATE WISHES SHE WAS BLIND!”

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About this same time, I somehow met up with a certain lady I knew from the club I played at on the weekends (actually, Thursday nights through Saturday nights, from 8 pm to 1 am). Mazda rx7-1st wikipedia GNU-free-user-licenseWell, to make a not-so-long story even shorter, I asked her to go with me to Reno for the weekend.

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So this extremely pretty lady and I zoomed off to Reno.

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I badly wanted to make a good impression on her! I was wearing my best slacks and big fat gold/diamond ring and oh man… was I dressed to kill!

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Fancy new sports car to boot!

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So there I was…cruisin’ down the highway to Reno! Me…my slinky metallic-black RX-7, and a beautiful babe sitting next to me! The wind blowing through our hair! The bright lights of that infamous gambling mecca just over the horizon! Spending our time at the gambling tables! Or perhaps going to a dinner show and watching some world-class entertainer!

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“What could be better!?”, I ask you…“What could be better!?”

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_HefnerOl’ Heff woulda been proud!

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Well…probably not!

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Hugh Hefner – Glamourcon 2010 – Wikipedia – Photo by Glenn Francis of www.PacificProDigital.com – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

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AT THE “CASINO-NOT-SO-ROYALE”!

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Anyway, we arrived there five hours later and got a room at one of the casinos. I can’t remember which hotel we stayed at. I usually stayed in a suite at the recently built MGM Grand Hotel. But maybe I didn’t for some reason. I just can’t remember. Maybe Harrah’s. It’s not really that important anyway. But I wanted to impress her, so I’m gonna go with… the MGM Grand. It was brand-new and very impressive!

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Yeah, it was definitely the MGM Grand! Now I remember!

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Okay, so I’ve set up this story properly.

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But as one radio old announcer always used to say…“And now…for the rest of the story!”

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I GOT “BORED-STIFF”…LITERALLY “BOARD-STIFF”!!

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No sooner than we got there, and up into our large and very impressive suite, my entire body went stiff like a board!

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I mean, I couldn’t even bend at all!

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Oh yeah, I could walk, but just barely! I didn’t know what-in-the-world was happening to me!

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And so, we decided that I should go to the emergency room of the local hospital. So we walked to my car (actually, she walked…I waddled…totally humiliated! She had to stuff me into my small little car.)

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This was definitely not the best way to impress a lady! 

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Well anyway, she drove me to the emergency room of the local hospital. And after an hour or two, they released me, giving me some medicine, shrugged shoulders, and no further encouragements.

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Mazda rx7-1st Generation – wikipedia – GNU-free-user-license

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“TAKE THE ‘GONG’ WAY HOME!”

(satirical wordplay on the 1979 Supertramp song, “Take The Long Way Home”) 

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Well, needless to say, this brought my “perfect weekend” plans to a screeching halt!

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She drove me home…me still stiff as a board! Cruisin’ down the highway, still wearing my best slacks, my big fat diamond ring and oh man…and…uh…dressed to kill.

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And the not-so-bright-lights of Kalamity Flats (Klamath Falls) just over the horizon!

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I repeatedly apologized. And she was a good sport.

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Yes, she was as gracious as she was beautiful. 

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And I was as mortified as I was…uh…oh whatever!

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As we were driving home, I began to suspect that this entire ordeal (or should I say…this entire “horrordeal”) was brought on by my unseen spirit companion.

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“A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass (donkey), and a rod for the fool’s (my) back!”

Proverbs 26:3  

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When we got back to Klamath that night, my body quickly returned to normal again. She said goodnight to me…with no further encouragements…never to see her again!

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http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/File:Devil-goat.jpgAnd by that time, I realized that the whole incident was courtesy of my unseen spirit “companion”. Yeah, that old Hope-You-Guessed-My-Name Guy was at it again!

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But thankfully, the spirit never put me through that same phenomenon ever again.

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Other stuff?

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OH YEAH! 

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Just not this particular one.

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“A woman which had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bowed together”

Luke 13:11

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HealWomanSabbath.jpgWell, if there’s some morale, or life-lesson, or any further encouragement from this rather embarrassing experience it might be the following…

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You see, I much later discovered the story, from The Gospel According to Luke, Chapter 13, in which an evil spirit caused a woman to be bent-over for eighteen long years, prior to Jesus meeting her, casting out that spirit from her, allowing her to stand upright once again!

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Thus, the life-lesson learned is, these spirits do indeed have the powers to do such things which outwardly appear to be merely physical ailments! And thankfully, this phenomenon didn’t last eighteen long years like that bent-over person in that Bible account.

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Christ healing an infirm woman on the Sabbath – James Tissot 1886-96 – Wikimedia – Public Domain

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SONGS FROM HEAVEN?…

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One sunny day, about a month after moving into this house, I felt the urge to take my guitar out of its case, and sit down in the living room. And before long I had a nice chord progression worked out, along with some nice lyrics. 

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“Is it time to start giving me songs?”, I inquired.

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The spirit was silent.

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So I kept up composing this song… .

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“Too many people in this town. There’s confusion…uh…uh…growing…” .

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“What should I say next” I asked the spirit.

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But the spirit was still silent.

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So I continued till the words and chords finally came…

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1ST VERSE

“Too many people in this town..

“There’s confusion growing all around…

“Long to hear the wind outside my door…

“Long to see an eagle homeward soar… .

2ND VERSE .

“This city’s got me upside down…

Gotta get my feet back on the ground…

So I’m gonna pack my bags and go…

To that place I left so long ago…

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CHORUS

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“Oregon I’m coming, Oregon I’m comin’

“Oregon I’m comin’ home to you…

Oregon  I’m comin’,

Oregon I’m comin’,

Oregon I’m comin’ home—-to you.

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REFRAIN

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Can’t remember the words to the refrain! Sorry

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3RD VERSE

I left that land so long ago…

Went to the place where money people go…

Tried to get myself up to the top…

It’s time for this ol’ spinnin’ wheel to stop…

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CHORUS

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“Oregon I’m coming, Oregon I’m comin’…etc….

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LAST VERSE

“I guess that I’ll be movin’ on……

Can’t find a reason to hang on…

And when I get myself back home…

You know I’m never gonna roam…”

CHORUS ONE LAST TIME…

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“Oregon I’m coming, Oregon I’m comin’…etc….

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END OF SONG (THIS SONG WAS ABOUT MY GOING TO THE BIG CITY TO GET INTO THE MUSIC BUSINESS, SEE CHAPTER…One Flew Into The Cuckoo’s Nest, Part 3: “Do You Believe In Magic?”)

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“Are those the right words?”, I asked. The spirit made my head to nod, “Yes”.The spirit did no talking during this time. He only made my head nod either “yes” or “no”. And so, this song went on like this until completion. At the time, I thought it was a great song. But over the years, I began to suspect that he really wasn’t interested in making that song a good one. And truth-be-told, it was possibly just a mediocre “Oregon version” of John Denver’s Colorado schtick…

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Or, maybe not.

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“(GOD) HE IS THE GREAT SOURCE, MY INSPIRATION…”

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“I’VE BEEN ALIVE FOREVER”…

(Lyrics from the Bruce Johnston song, “I Write The Songs”)

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The spirit also told me, “I have a lot of people in the music world who have received my songs.”

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And he even led me to believe me that the song, “I write the songs” was about him.

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“I WRITE THE SONGS”……by Bruce Johnston

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“I’ve been alive forever And I wrote the very first song I put the words and the melodies together I am music, and I write the songs”.

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“My home lies deep within you And I’ve got my own place in your soul. Now when I look out through your eyes I’m young again, even tho’ I’m very old”

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[Chorus:] “I write the songs that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry I write the songs, I write the songs”

“I am music and I write the songs…” 

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Okay, so I totally believed the spirit, that this song was indeed written by him and about him. After all, the song was about some spirit entity who has been alive FOREVER! And he writes all the SONGS! Yeah…this all made sense! After all, he was giving me songs. Why would I doubt that he was giving other people songs too?

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You can form your own conclusion about this.

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“The noise of thy viols (stringed instruments)…O Lucifer…

the workmanship of thy tabrets (percussion)

and of thy pipes (wind instruments)

was prepared in thee

in the day that thou wast created.

Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth…”

Isaiah 14:11, 12 & Ezekiel 28:13, 14

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Here is another little song he gave me…

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“When you try to understand…

All the power you have at your command…

When you try to see the light…

Take a little time to make it right…

Yes you have the gift of love…

It goes with you like a shining dove…etc…

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I wish I could remember more of this song lyrics. But I think you get the idea. Kind-of a “look-for-the-light” type of song. But it was Christian enough for biblically-challenged me, at that moment in time.

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PAUL TELLS ALL!

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Paul McCartney made the following statement… “I woke up with a lovely tune in my head. I thought, ‘That’s great, I wonder what that is?’ There was an upright piano next to me, to the right of the bed by the window. I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th — and that leads you through then to B to E minor, and finally back to E. It all leads forward logically. I liked the melody a lot, but because I’d dreamed it, I couldn’t believe I’d written it. I thought, ‘No, I’ve never written anything like this before.’

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But I had the tune, which was the most magic thing!”

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This particular song, “Yesterday”, by Paul McCartney, was voted best single hit of all time by Rolling Stone Magazine and MTV in the year 2000.

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Ch.20  “And I Write The Songs”… 

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CHAPTER 18: “ON SUCH A WINTER’S DAY”

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Have you ever heard a voice in your mind, talking to you?

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Well, truth-be-told, there are many people who have! And not just those who are considered “Crazy”…like me.

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Yes, even high government officials, statesmen, celebrities and/or their spouses have admitted that they too have had communications with unseen spirits of various origins! According to Wikipedia, even some of our most celebrated presidents, such as Lincoln and Reagan had attended seances and/or received astrological advice during their presidency!

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And not just secular persons claim to hear voices (from dead loved-ones).

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But maybe even millions of Christians receive advice from voices on a daily basis (claiming either God, angels, or dead saints are speaking directly to them).

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Well, just read this little chapter (and subsequent chapters following), and maybe you will gain a greater insight and perspective into this current-day phenomenon…

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CHAPTER 18:

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“ON SUCH A WINTER’S DAY”

(lyric from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”)

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 “All the leaves are brown”, as the songsters sang!

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But the skies were definitely NOT gray! 

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As a matter of fact, sunny skies were the order of this particular day! But the big old Dutch Elm trees which lined the sidewalks of this old Oregon logging town, were now stripped bare by reason of the frigid January air. And all the grass was, likewise, a deadish brown (except for maybe in some of the most geothermal areas of town).

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And on this crisp January morn, there was no denying that winter had now fully embraced the Basin! But just like a typical winter’s day in the Basin…lots of blue skies and sunshine! And actually, not nearly as cold as many other places in the good ol’ U.S. of A..

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Klamath Basin gets cold, but also gets lots of sunshine.

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SUNSHINE!!! What a redeeming aspect to this little high-country community! Nestled right next to the foothills of the Cascade mountains, Klamath graces the eastern slopes of those mountains, but also nearly borders the high deserts of Eastern Oregon: perhaps you could say it’s a hybrid of these two environmental zones.

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(lyric from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”)

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The Christmas at the Oregon coast was very peaceful (see Chapter 17). But now back in Klamath, it was January. And being delivered from the satanic “Chamber of Horrors”, which was my experience up there in Ward #3600, I was now in an infinitely better position!

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Or so it seemed.

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And yet, in spite of being freed from that Unit 3600 nightmarish horror-show, I felt void of the spiritual power which I believed only God could fulfill in me.

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And so I decided to find a church where I could pray. And I went to one I knew of. The arched doors and windows were beautiful, as was the rest of this building. It looked somewhat like a Spanish mission. And stained-glass windows galore! I figured this was my best chance!

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As I said in the last chapter, it seemed as though the Spirit had departed from me.

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I lost God! And I needed Him back! Desperately!

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And this church looked holy. Really holy! And I didn’t want to be alone—without God…So I would go in and beg for Him to return…

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“Behold, I go forward, but He is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive Him: On the left hand, where He does work, but I cannot behold Him: He hides Himself on the right hand, that I cannot see Him…” Job 23:8, 9 (Job is commonly pronounced with a long “o”) 

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I somehow heard that they’re always open. Church doors, you know? Maybe some hobo, just coming in from the cold. Or perhaps some local resident in desperate need of prayer. Or maybe even a ‘Mama’ or a ‘Papa’ to get down on their knees and pray for their children. Anyone with a deep need could come here for a quiet house of refuge. A safe-place where one could get alone with God. A haven of rest for the weary soul, in which one could cry out to that oft-elusive, yet Great Unseen One!

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Whoops! The doors were locked!

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“I PASSED ALONG THE ‘WAY’…(“Kit Carson Way”, that is)

(“I passed along the way” are lyrics from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”)

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I hopped back into my little black car (actually dark metallic cobalt) and zoomed off, in search of another church in which to try to regain contact with the Spirit. (Thinking about that last church, it’s not hard to imagine that a church is just as subject to vandalism these days as any other place. You really can’t blame them for locking their doors in this increasingly decadent/lawless society!)

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Anyway, I next thought of a big old church which was on the “Kit Carson Way”. “They always have something going on there. I’ll try them!”

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And so I pulled into the parking lot.

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I walked cautiously up to the side door.

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This grand old building was once the community’s local hospital, “The Presbyterian Intercommunity Hospital”. But as long as I can remember, it’s been a church. Well, church is also a hospital too…for sinners…right?

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It had massive white pillars, and the building was made of red brick. The new hospital, which replaced this old one, was re-named, “Merle West Medical Center” (the 60 Minutes TV show once unfairly renamed it, “Murder-West” in one of their many weekly hit-piece reports on various people, places, and things).

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But this once-hospital-now-turned-church was on a busy street called the “Kit Carson Way”

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Now how it got that name, Kit Carson Way, I have not a clue!

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Oh yeah, I understand who Kit Carson was. Kind of. But even though I often wondered how it got that name, I never researched it. Maybe someone around here decided to honor Kit Carson for some reason. Well, I just figured that was why; simply to honor a famous person. (M479px-Kit_Carson_photograph_restored wikipedia public domainaybe now with Internet I might just look this stuff up.)

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Okay, I just looked it up online. Kit Carson (photo right) was a scout for John Fremont (painting below) and his men who came to Klamath Lake in the 1840′s, and made camp here. It was a somewhat brutal experience, and a sad point in history for Carson and Fremont with their deadly back-and-forth skirmishes with the Modoc and Klamath tribes. And history says that Carson was angry with Captain Fremont for ordering that deadly retaliatory skirmish.

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But in spite of this great blemish on his character, Carson, in his day, was mostly liked and respected by white-man, and even Native Americans alike (according to Wikipedia, at the time of this writing. Wikipedia’s info often gets changed, you know). And Carson liked the Indians as well. Also, he probably had more of a conscience than other men of those days. His conscience caused him sorrhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:John_Charles_Fr%C3%A9mont.pngow for following Fremont’s orders to execute a dozen or more people during his stint with Fremont. As for Fremont’s conscience, that might be another story. Carson died at 59 of a blood-clot, by the way.

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I can’t believe I’ve never researched this before! My brother could probably recite names, dates, places, and events on this and any other subject concerning Carson and Fremont! But I just didn’t have enough interest in history. And of course, because of Internet, researching these things has now become much easier!

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“STOPPED INTO ANOTHER CHURCH!”

(lyric from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas” with the word, “another” added)

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Anyway, I was glad to find the door not locked, and so I went in. There was a secretary inside, doing some paper work. I asked if I could go into the sanctuary.

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She said, with a smile, “That’s just fine”.

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The sanctuary was not nearly as large as I thought this big building was capable of having. And I was surprised at how—uh— unorthodox everything looked. I hadn’t been to church but very rarely. And always, those churches looked very traditional: pews, murals with angels and cherubs…stained-glass windows & tall cathedral ceilings. And a pipe organ.

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But not in this church!

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But here were simple folding-chairs and a portable podium. And there were guitar amplifiers, and mic stands, as if there was a rock band or something. And the ceiling wasn’t even as tall as my ceilings at home! And just white sheet-rocked walls, like in most homes. No stained-glass! No statues! No murals! No angels! No Cherubs! And…no-o-o-o…pipe organ!

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How odd!

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“WELL, I GOT DOWN ON MY KNEES…”

(lyric from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”)

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Nevertheless, it was a church! I would have preferred the first church, however. It looked much more holy and reverent than this place. But I was desperate! So this place would have to do. So I got down on my knees in front a folding chair. But then I decided to move up closer to the altar (podium) thinking I could get as close as possible to God.

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“AND I BEGAN TO PRAY…”

(lyrics from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”. Actually the original lyrics were “I pretend to pray”, but Mama Cass mistakenly sang, “I began to pray”)

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And I began to pray…“Oh God, please come back into my life. I’m sorry I let you down. Don’t leave me forever, God, etc…” As I knelt there, I just thought that maybe I felt something like my head move up and down, ever-so-slightly, almost as if He was saying “Yes. I’m here.”

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“Is that you God?” I didn’t really know if my head moved or if I was simply imagining it. And so I continued to pray. And I pleaded some more. And afterward, once again, I thought I could barely feel my head nod almost unnoticeably , “Yes”.

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But just then, several people came into the sanctuary talking together. So I got up and left.

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Outside I hopped back into my Rx-7, jubilant over the prospects that the Lord of Heaven might be back! As I drove down the road, my head began to nod continually as if He was saying, “Yes! I’m here! Yes. Yes. Yes!” By now, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was so happy! I decided to just drive. Anywhere! It didn’t matter, now that God was back in my life!

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And so, up the Kit Carson Highway I drove. Northward! To Chiloquin! My head now nodding up and down continually. Tears still rolling down. ”You’re back!  OH HAPPY DAY!!!”

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I was like that Bible parable of the “Prodigal Son” (although at that time, I knew nothing about that parable of the prodigal son). A son who—at last—came home to his Father! (see Luke 15:11-32)

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But I was really happy He was back! And I just wanted to go for a drive! I didn’t know where. And I really didn’t care! So I drove northward towards Chiloquin, about 30 miles north of Klamath Falls.

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“I’D BE SAFE AND WARM…IF I WAS IN L.A….”

(lyric from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”)

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Now as I was driving northward, the Spirit began to speak! This was too good to be true! What a victorious moment!

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And so He spoke and I listened intently…

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“Oh Chuck, I have big plans for you.”

“Why are you talking to me Lord?”

“Oh I have big plans for you. (in Los Angeles!)”

“What kind of plans?”

“Big plans, Chuck. Very big plans!”

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You can just imagine how absolutely great this kind of news was to me! After all, I had just gone through almost two months of absolute Hell! Now the Lord was telling me that I was in store for very good news! He spoke of my going to L.A. to get back into the music business! Whoa! The music business!?

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So I asked, “Why me? Am I someone special?”

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“Very special Chuck. You were someone very special. In a former life.”

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I just sensed where he was going with this… “Was—I—Jesus?”

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My head began to nod in the affirmative.

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“I was Jesus Christ!? In a former life!?”

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“Yes Chuck. You were Jesus in a former life!”

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GRAND-MAMAS & GRAND-THEFT PAPAS…

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After this, I was urged to drive to a public park near Chiloquin, about 30 miles from Klamath Falls. Chiloquin was a little town where my great-grandparents settled just after the beginning of the last century, in the early 1900′s. It was originally an Indian village, of the Klamath Tribe, led by Chief Chiloquin. My great-grandparents started a general store, post office, and I think maybe even a small hotel, in about 1905, or thereabouts.

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“Oh Chuck, I have very big plans for you. But first let Me tell another reason you are very special. Besides being Jesus in a former life, you have someone in your family line who was very special. Someone I owe a big favor to.”

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Now I didn’t know much about my family history. I did hear that we had someone who was on the “Most Wanted” list. Someone like “Machine Gun Kelly” or something. And I also heard we were related to the Nelson family who starred in that old TV show, “Ozzie and Harriet”. But I began prodding him as to who it was he owed a favor to.

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“Oh Chuck, it was your Great-Grandmother. She was a great lady. Oh I loved that lady.” At times, the spirit sounded like he was getting all choked up. Like he was sobbing. But I kind-of got the slight impression that he was doing so in a mocking way. Nevertheless, this story made sense. And I was really happy about all this…uh…information the Spirit was feeding me. Because, when talking to people, I liked to always work into a conversation about my Great-Grandparents starting the first store there in Chiloquin, and My Great-Grandma being the first Postmaster there.

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But the spirit began telling me many stories about my great-grandparents, and the wonderful things they did. And he kept this up for a while until his speech turned again towards me.

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“I loved that woman. But I hate you!”

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Why do you hate me?” I asked.

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“I hate you because you are a great sinner! And you’ve done a lot of rotten things in your life. But I also love you, because you were Jesus Christ in a past life. And I have big plans for you. You are going to do something very special for Me.”

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And so began a guessing game as to what it was that I was going to do. But finally He revealed what it was I was going to do for Him.

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“CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’…”

(Title of the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Papas”)

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“I am going to give you songs. And you are going down to LA to record them! You are one lucky S#%$!&B! You are going to be famous very soon! You are going to write some religious songs, and some that aren’t religious! And with these songs yUrban3355 wikipedia public domainou are going to turn many people to Me!”

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I always wanted to get into the recording industry. It was my dream for many years! I even moved to San Francisco many years earlier, to attend a unique school dedicated to rock-n-roll (see the chapter, “One Flew INTO The Cuckoo’s Nest: Do You Believe In Magic?”).

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As I continued northward, I kept after him to tell me about all my former lives. And so I found out that for nearly two thousand years, I had been repeatedly re-incarnated. And in each former life, I had performed some great thing in the religious world. But He was very vague, however, as to any details. But I did manage to get out of Him that I had been a pope, a number of times. (LOL!) And also, I’d been a cardinal, and a bishop sometimes. And each time I did some necessary deed: some great accomplishment!

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“YOU KNOW THE PREACHER LIKE THE COLD (cold snow, that is!)…”

(word-play on lyrics from the 1965 mega-hit, “California Dreamin”, by the “Mamas & Pappas”)

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After a while, the spirit directed me to return to Klamath Falls. And at some point southward, he urged me to pull over. He told me to get out of the car. “Now run up that hill, you S&%$ B#@%&!” I ran up the small embankment. “Now fall down, you $%^&#$@!” I fell down into the snow. “Now eat snow! You ^%$#@!” I hate you—but I love you (sobbing) I love you…Jesus…Christ! Eat snow!!” So I ate snow. But inside I was feeling very good. I’d take this over the “mental ward games” any ol’ day!

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Even if I had to eat snow…on such a winter’s day!

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CONCLUSION…

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At this point, the spirit began to speak of eternal life as though it was re-incarnation. No Heaven! No Hell! Just one lie after another…uh…I mean one LIFE after another!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eoA ‘CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’ DREAM?…

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According to John Phillips (of Mamas & Papas) in a Bravo documentary, and Michelle Phillips in an NPR piece, the song, “California Dreamin”, was written in 1963 while they were living in New York.

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Phillips dreamed about the song and woke Michelle up to help him write it down. (This information provided by Wikipedia, but has since been removed from Wikipedia, or so it seems. Wikipedia’s info often gets changed, you know)

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Ch. 19 “I AM Music”…

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CHAPTER 17: “SILENT NIGHT”…

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If we would, ever-so-carefully, watch, look, and listen, there are clues to be discovered, which only confirm that we humans are not alone in this so-called “atheistic, accidental world”.

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And this true account of my own personal introduction to the unseen and invisible spiritual Armageddon which rages all around us has various proofs to this fact! 

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Yes, these proofs can be seen, if the truth-seeker would just set aside his or her skepticism and unbelief long enough to consider these affirmations which are often hidden “between the lines”.

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And even nature itself has its own various proofs, that we’re not here by some accidental explosion, but by the design and forethought of an infinite and loving Creator Being.

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Just listen to the ancient Book of Job (Job pronounced with a long “o”)…

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But ask now the beasts,

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and the fowls of the air,

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Or speak to the earth,

and it shall teach thee:

and the fishes of the sea

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Who knoweth not in all these

that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this? 

In whose hand

is the soul of every living thing,

and the breath of all mankind.

Job 12:7-10 

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So read on, and maybe you will likewise agree (or not agree) with my observations of just a few of the so-called “coincidences” which occurred through the first 50 days of this my encounter with the unseen spirit-realm.

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CHAPTER 17:

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About December 23rd, 1979

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A TIME OF REST…

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I had been in the hospital since about the middle of November. It was now almost Christmas. And as far as the staff was concerned, I was greatly improved. The “medicine” which they injected in me, seemingly had done its assigned task: bringing me back into normalcy.

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And I desperately wanted to get out of the hospital! My family was planning to spend Christmas at my Aunt and Uncle’s cabin at the Oregon coast.

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Finally at the last moment, I was released!

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The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893

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I’M FREE…FREE…!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1981_Mazda_RX-7_S_(3178908022).jpgOh you can’t imagine just how absolutely great it felt to walk out of that hospital, free at last! And to hop into my several-month’s-new RX-7, and zoom off! Well, it was like the first time I drove it, all over again! Not to mention that being outside in the fresh air, once again, was like being born all over again!

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Oh yeah, I was still pretty shaken up over what I had been through for the last two months! And yes, I would never be the same, ever again.

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But, the torment had stopped!

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For now, at least, it stopped!

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Mazda Rx-7 dash – cropped image – Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license

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AT THE COAST

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On a high, wind-swept, tree-lined cliff, overlooking the blue Pacific (sometimes green, or gray, etc., not far from this photo, as I recall), were two houses next to each other. My parents stayed with my aunt and uncle in their large two-story cabin. The next-door house my brother and I stayed in, was a smaller, two-story, pentagon-shaped cabin.

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Both cabins were just 20 or 30 feet from the edge of a very high cliff overlooking the beautiful Pacific.

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My brother was probably the only one who could have handled me at that point in time. Not that I was hard to manage. I was just extremely sullen, melancholy, and quiet. Too depressing for most others, no doubt. 

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But gimme a break! After all, I was still rocking and reeling from the past 50 or so, days! But my brother didn’t usually let adverse circumstances get the best of him. Plus we had been best buddies since the days we first came into this world! So this little pentagon-shaped cabin worked well for my brother and I…and for every one else, I suppose. 

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Oregon Coast at Lincoln City – Photo above by Scott Catron – Wikimedia – share-alike. Click here for link.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“HEY 98.6, IT’S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK AGAIN!”

(Lyrics from the 1966 hit tune, “Hey, 98.6!”)

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Now, during this Christmas time at the coast, I was returned to my former condition prior to my supposed “insanity”. It seemed like the spirit had left for good. And while I was in a very quiet and melancholy state, it just seemed that all that spiritual battle was now behind me.

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Those 50, or so, days had been like a spiritual Armageddon! It was like being picked up in a giant cyclone for 7 weeks. And now I was let back down to the ground once again.

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This spiritual holocaust was presently behind me. And if ever there is space for the human spirit to heal, there’s no better place than the Oregon coast. The awesome grandeur of the ever-restless Pacific Ocean! The solitary beaches. The timeless roaring of the waves. The sounds of gulls as they sweep back and forth above the shoreline, hoping for some new morsel of food to show up. It really seemed weird to not feel the presence of this spirit(or spirits).

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I clearly remember standing at the cabin’s cliff’s edge, at one moment during this December, gazing over the steep and abrupt edge at the powerful ocean below. And yet, a very strange feeling came over me. It was so peaceful, except something was missing. The spiritual battle and the spirits themselves seemed so far away now. It was like Heaven and Hell, and the battle of Armageddon had just packed up and moved on!

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Picture of Lincoln City area courtesy Wikipedia. Share-alike license. Click here for link. 

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN?”

(1971 hit song by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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So, have you? Have you ever seen the rain?

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Well, if you’ve ever spent any length of time at the Oregon coast, you, no doubt, have seen LOTS AND LOTS OF RAIN!

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But to my thinking, there’s no greater natural beauty to be found anywhere in the world! The entire Oregon coast is an amazing drive! As long as you don’t mind the slow-driving/much-winding/quite-narrow, Highway 101, plus lots of rain, and/or fog!

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Sunny days at the Oregon coast are at a premium, to say the least!

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Now, Lincoln City is not such a big town. At least it wasn’t, back at this time (1979). But it was long. It lay smack-dab on Highway 101 in Northern Oregon. And Lincoln City is a conglomerate of several smaller towns, Nelscott, Taft, Delake (short for “Devil’s Lake”), Oceanlake, Cutler City, which all got swallowed up together over the years. So it is now five or more miles long! And much of it consists of sharp cliffs above the awesomely beautiful Pacific Ocean.

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There are many rustic and weathered old cabins throughout Lincoln City. And there are many old and quaint little tourist shops along Highway 101, and even some tiny salt-water taffy factories/shops along that five-mile stretch. And there’s a lot of nice beaches, just right for agate-hunters, and clam-diggers, crabbers, and those who take long walks along the beach. And it’s a great old fishing mecca! But I haven’t been there for some years, so it’s probably changed now (I hear there’s now a big new casino).

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Beach View of Yaquina Head Lighthouse – Fog Starting to Clear – Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

Sunrise along the Oregon Coast – Wikimedia – by Jim Helvey for Wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license

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OREGON COAST…

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Yeah, But in spite of the weather, I still maintain that the Oregon coast is a fantastic place to visit!

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It’s my favorite place to be!

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I learned to appreciate the coast as a young boy. My parents or sometimes my grandparents would drive the 50 miles from our hometown of Salem, to stay in a rented cabin at Newport or Lincoln City. We kids would play on the beach for hours, and jump into the surf.

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THE SUMMER OF ’61’

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I still vividly recall one week-long summer vacation back in our early years, when my brother and I were down on the beach, trying to make a fort out of a few of the countless logs which had washed up on shore. 

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Well, all was going according to plan, until one heavy log we were carrying dropped, having a large rusty nail, which went right through my brother’s foot just above his toes! Of course, he let out a loud “Owww!!!”.

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He then yelled to me to “put it down!” Unfortunately, instead of setting my end down carefully, I simply (and stupidly) just dropped it in obedience to my older brother’s command, causing the log and nail to further agonize him!

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But, for some reason, he started to laugh. And so, thinking he was okay, I began laughing along with him. But then, he suddenly yelled, “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!?” I realized that he was probably laughing out of shock, and sheer agony!

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Well, after hobbling off the beach, and up several hundred VERY steep old wooden stairs he got back to our rented cabin. And after a trip to a nearby doctor’s office, a tetanus shot, and some stitches, he was well enough to resume our vacation.

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Lincoln City – Sep 63 – the two kids far in the background not us, but this old photo shows lady in foreground wearing  typical apparel for that era – Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license

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ITSY-BITSY-TEENIE-LITTLE-BRAINS GET ADULT EDUCATION!

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Well, my 11 year-old brother was probably not able to return back down to the sandy beach in his now-wounded condition.

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But about that same time, the weather got bad. So we spent the last few remaining rainy days indoors at “Gakkie’s Cabin” there in Lincoln City (also high on a cliff, overlooking the ocean).

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Actually, this rustic old cabin belonged to Dr. Gatky (Gakkie was how I mispronounced his name when I was 4 or 5).

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Salem_Oregon_Path_by_the_River.jpgYes, Doctor Gatky lived across from my grandma on 23rd Street, just one of Salem’s many beautiful old tree-lined and flowered streets. He rented that cabin to our family for the “exorbitant” sum of about $5 per day (And that was cheap even for the early 1960’s!)

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But in spite of the pouring rain outside the large ocean-view windows, we young kids (and everybody else too) had lots of fun playing games, peeling off our sunburn blisters, and listening to the thin-sounding music on a small radio (little or no TV reception back in those days, in Lincoln City. But they did have a radio station there).

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One other unforgettable aspect to this vacation was when that almost toneless old radio began playing two songs for the very first time, which were big new “hit songs”. One hit tune was called, “She Wore An Itsy-Bitsy-Teenie-Weenie-Yellow-Polka-Dot-Bikini”. 

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Yes, bikinis had become the newest rage across America at that time by young girls who hadn’t yet lost their teenage figures. And that song glorified the new craze.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Atget_prostitute_taking_her_shift.jpgAnd if that new “Itsy-Bitsy-Teenie-Bikini” song wasn’t enough to send a youngster’s mind for a spin around the block, the next hit tune was sure to catapult a kid’s brain clear up to the Moon! This second little number was titled, “Never On A Sunday, Cause That’s My Day of Rest!” And although fresh out of the 4th grade, the not-so-quaint gist of that little ditty didn’t escape my tiny 9 year-old mind!

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Well, those two songs got a lot of airplay that week, often mixed in between the other, mostly relatively benign, tunes. We heard them over and over again…until their dicey lyrics no longer caused us to go “saucer-eyed”. 

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Nevertheless, these naughty-but-nice little songs must have made a deep impression on me, cause I still vividly recall hearing them! (Now I’m fully aware that, in 2020, those two songs, with their light-hearted melody/lyrics might even be considered kid-friendly, compared to much of today’s sexual/violent/scuzzy/graphic music. But even though the “Sexual Revolution” was already well underway back in 1961 U.S.A., these two world-wide mega-hits were just another “bold new step forward” in the further sexualization of America and of the world!)

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But in spite of these few glitches, our summer vacation was otherwise filled with lots of innocent fun (as I’ve already stated), laughing, snacking, playing games, etc., during those rainy days at Gatky’s Cabin. 

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Front view of an Arvin radio, – 1940s. – wikimedia – No known copyright restrictions

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THE SUMMER OF “56 (or 58)”, IN “GAKKIE’S” GARDEN

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Now Doctor Gatky was kind enough to allow us (about 9 guests or more, including relatives) to rent his old beach cabin (and it still stands there today). 

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But truth-be-told, I was kinda scared of the old gent, ever since the day (back in ’56’, or so) when he chased us kids out of his prize-winning, half-acre flower/rose/shrub garden (at least it seemed to us like a half-acre or more). Man, that vast garden had so many flowers, shrubs, etc., it was like walking through the winding pathways of a thick jungle! And we, most likely, were sizing it up as a potential new battle-field, for the next time all us kids would play, “Army”!

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And so, our curiosity got the best of us, and we couldn’t resist the temptation to check it out. But no sooner did we make our way through the first leg of our search/quest, we heard a loud and very angry voice, “You kids stay out of my garden!” (Well, my brother’s recollection was that I had plucked one of Gatky’s prize roses which provoked the old gent’s angst. Imagine that! How intolerant! LOL!)

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And so we hightailed it back to the safety of Grandma’s big old front porch (Grandma pictured here, and my Grandma’s incredible flowered/shrubbed yard was perhaps the neighborhood’s showcase as well, back in those days)!

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And that was the first and the last time we would ever explore that “mysterious jungle” of Doctor Gatky’s garden!

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‘Ready to Engage the Enemy’ – wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license

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“NO, NOT THAT KIND OF DOCTOR!”

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Now just whatever kind of doctor Gatky actually was, to this day, I’ve never found out. But I do remember when very young, I saw two ladies walking down the old Salem sidewalk in the direction of his house, and one of them was laughing hysterically.

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And so I turned to my grandma and asked, “Grandma, is that lady going to see Doctor Gakkie (or, Gatky)?” Well, my grandma laughed and laughed, and said, “No, Chuckie”, still laughing.

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And so I instantly deduced that he was not, “that kind of doctor”.

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But to tell you the truth, in all those years of countless visits to Grandma’s house, I don’t think I ever actually saw the old man!

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Just heard his angry voice that one time.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Taiwan_2009_Tainan_City_Organic_Farm_Watermelon_FRD_7962.jpgOh well. (And for all I know, under different circumstances, he might have been a really nice old guy! And really! Who would want a bunch of irresponsible little neighborhood rapscallions-on-the-loose, traipsing through your prize-winning flower garden, not to mention that I might have plucked one of his prize roses, as my brother insists!?)

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And if time permitted, I’d tell about the day when our neighborhood Army-Club members decided to embark on a search-and-rescue operation (a fruit/vegetable scavenger-hunt in another neighbor’s vegetable/fruit garden!)

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Taiwan 2009 Tainan City Organic Farm Watermelon FRD – wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license

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YES, “THAT KIND OF DOCTOR!”

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But it was now the Christmas of 1979, and those old days in the 50’s were just a few, distant and faded old memories.

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But now, BUT NOW…I WAS THE ONE WHO NEEDED, “THAT KIND OF DOCTOR”! And yet, I can fully assure you, that I was not laughing hysterically at this moment, like that lady was laughing her way down the sidewalk, some 20+ years earlier!

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No, I wasn’t laughing at all, right now!

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BACK TO MY OLD SELF…ALMOST

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But in spite of my somber demeanor, all that remained in the former spiritual battlefield of my mind, was peaceful silence! Yeah, this battlefield now lay desolate, except for the dead bodies strewn from one end to the other (the dead bodies of all my former atheistic ideas and philosophies, and other misguided notions about life, which I had accumulated over the years!)

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sea_Gypsies,_Lincoln_City,_Oregon_-_panoramio.jpgAnd now, before me was just the timeless roaring of the waves, and the sound of the gulls as they swept back and forth above the shoreline.

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But even though, to a certain degree, I felt like my old self again, yet I didn’t feel quite right for some reason.

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Something was missing!

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Sea Gypsies, Lincoln City, Oregon – cropped image –  wikimedia – Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license

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THE GULL

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Another foggy day in Oregon. The rain had stopped—for a while. But the air was heavy with the cold, wet mist. The gulls were now making their endless sweeps back-and-forth along the shore-line. The tide had receded, leaving a table of food for the ever-hungry, never-satiated scavengers.

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Down below, a solitary form lay atop a mound of a rock, close to the incoming surf. A few of the gulls, seeing, swept down for a closer inspection of the wounded bird. They couldn’t understand why their fellow gull just sat down there instead of flying with them like usual.

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The gull lifted up his head as if to remember his former friends/rivals, who were still winging back-and-forth, making their coastline inspections. 

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But just then, another great wave swept over the wounded bird, causing the bird to hurt once again with its open wounds. Besides being caught in a large piece of fish net, the bird had a fish-hook caught in his flesh. The pain made each moment seem like an hour! (“…in an evil net, as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them.” Ecclesiastes 9:12)  

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The bird vainly struggled to get itself free. But he was totally helpless! And now the tide was once again coming back in, sweeping over the bird. Wave after wave swept over the bird. (“Thy {God’s} wrath lies hard upon me, and Thou {God} hast afflicted me with all Thy waves. Selah.” Psalm 88:7) 

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Finally came the night. The Moon, fully illuminated, stood watch high above the dark blueness of the sea.

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The exhausted bird just lay there throughout the long night. And before the morning, even the Moon turned away his face from the gull; turning toward the East, as if eagerly awaiting the arrival of the morning Sun, as He (the Moon) resumed His appointed place once again.

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But in the early morning hours, just as the Sun shone His bright rays through the heavy mist, a dark silhouette blocked the Sun’s rays, casting his great shadow over the wounded gull.

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The bird was tired. Too tired to struggle. Too weak to flee from this dark enemy! And as he lay there, knowing he had arrived at the end, a large, wrinkled hand reached down and lifted up the bird. But before the bird knew what happened, the Fisherman was out of sight. The gull was surprised that this strange form was gone, but hadn’t killed the gull! No, the bird realized he was now free from both the hook, as well as from the net. Hobbling over the rocks until he finally came to one great rock by a large drift log. “A quiet place to sit. To heal. To think”, the bird decided. To rest until he was healed enough to fly once again.

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The cool breezes seemed to sooth and restore this bird. The old fisherman had mercifully given it a second chance.

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The gull would soon again be flying, once again making his endless sweeps back-and-forth along the sand of the sea. Seeking.

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CONCLUSION…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgReflecting back on those “mental ward games”, as I earlier said, they seemed to be a weird sort of analogy to the Gospel story of Lucifer’s rebellion and Christ’s redemption of the world, represented by the Ayatollah and the Shah.

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Fortunately, the fate of the world didn’t actually rest on my shoulders, as I was led to believe by the spirits. And thankfully, Christ, the Son of God has already won back the world by His own sinless life here on Earth, and by His own sacrificial/redemptive death on the Cross.

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The problem is, I just didn’t know any of this at that time! So I was a real “push-over”, an “easy mark” for the spirits, who had, no doubt, gleefully orchestrated that whole business back in Unit 3600!  

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chess – checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org

Public beach entrance at Lincoln City, next to chowder house. Photo courtesy Wikipedia. Share-alike license. Click here for link

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“HMM…KIND OF INTERESTING”…

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And just a side-note. I was much later surprised that some months later, while listening to the news, to hear that the American hostages were finally released from Iranian captivity on the 444 day of their captivity. A spirit reminded me that 444 is two-thirds of 666. Maybe that’s just a coincidence. But it’s an interesting coincidence.

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No big deal, I guess.

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“HMM…VERY, VERY, INTERESTING”…

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And as long as we’re talking about interesting coincidences, here’s another one for you! https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brooklyn_Museum_-_The_Bad_Rich_Man_in_Hell_(Le_mauvais_riche_dans_l%27Enfer)_-_James_Tissot_-_overall.jpgRemember how I told you that our restaurant had the address, 3600, South 6th? And of course, if you’ve followed along with this story, you know that the mental ward I was in, was Unit 3600. And remember how shocked I was that our restaurant address and the mental ward I was tormented in, both had the same number, 3600?

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Now do you also recall that I mentioned that it seemed as if I was much like that rich man in that parable of the Rich Man & Lazarus, who was tormented in Hell (painting to left)? And I was being tormented by fire and brimstone (“spiritual fire & brimstone”, not literal)?

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Well, the other day (Fall, 2013), I was doing a word search in my “Strong’s Concordance”. And I just so-happened to look into the Greek for the word, “Torment”. And I discovered that there are several Greek words for “Torment”. 

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But to my amazement, it just so happens that the very Bible passage this particular Greek word #3600 (in Strong’s Concordance) is used in, is none other than that very parable of the Rich Man & Lazarus!

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Listen… “And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented (Greek word #3600) in this flame. But Abraham said, Son, remember that you, in  your lifetime received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and you are tormented (Greek word #3600).” Luke 16:24, 25.

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Coincidence? Not a coincidence? Well, whichever way you decide, I certainly won’t argue with you!

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But you have to admit, it is a very, very, interesting co-incident, if that’s all it is!

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COINCIDENCE? MENTAL ILLNESS? SATAN?

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But please indulge me in one last, yet extremely interesting “coincidence”, in my hospital stay!

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Remember how the sun shining on the window mesh-screen in the high-security lock-down room flashed an incredible cross-like light-beam, as I was praying?

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Well just look at this 300-plus-year-old graphic plate showing almost the exact same “coincidence” occurring to an “insane” individual praying back in those times, and thinking the sun shining on his cross was a sign from Heaven!

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Coincidence?

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Insanity?

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Same old Devilish Deceiver today as in olden times?

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You be the judge!

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To go to the next chapter, just click here…

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Ch. 18: “On Such A Winter’s Day”…

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The spirit returns. Big-time!

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CHAPTER 16: “…AND THEN IT STILL AIN’T OVER!”

By admin On March 3rd, 2021

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Click on image credit links below each photo, for licensing names/details/tags/etc.. Most images cropped/reduced in size

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“HERE’S A LITTLE RIDDLE!

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Here’s a little riddle I heard years ago, when just a boy.

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It goes something like this…“Pretend that you’re locked inside of a prison cell. This prison cell is made out of very thick and solid iron. This prison cell has no windows or doors. The warden of the prison can’t hear you, and frankly, doesn’t even want to hear you! He actually wants you to remain there forever!”

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Now the question is this: “How do you get out?” (Remember, there’s no windows or doors.) And no, it’s not the answer that I heard to this riddle as a boy, “You run around in circles till you wear yourself out!”

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No, this is a serious question. Because there are many people who are actually in such an iron prison-cell, of one kind or another. And they feel as if their situation is hopeless.

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Well, if you read this article, you will find the answer to this riddle. Because on this fateful morning I was in such a prison cell. And to top it off, I was looking to do hard time in the Devil’s Prison…Hell!!!!!! And there was gonna be NO parole for good behavior in the Devil’s prison! The Judge had handed down my jail sentence of life+eternity! In hell-fire! In eternal torment! For ever and ever and ever and ever and ever……..And the jailer of that prison-house couldn’t care less about my happiness! His only desire was to make me to suffer as intensely as he possibly could!

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CHAPTER 16:

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“…AND THEN IT STILL AIN’T OVER!”

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THE NEXT MORNING…COMPLETE DEFEAT…

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In theUnit 3600 Judgment Day RX-7 morning, I lay in the ash-heap of defeat! My life as empty as my lock-down room! I miserably lost this chess-game with the Devil! A complete failure! Humanity was doomed! All was hopeless on this cold, cold day in December!

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The representatives (the few still remaining) were getting ready for discharge, it seemed. The “Shah” was probably in the Intensive Care Unit by now (or so I thought). But the Ayatollah was still on TV, looking as strong and defiant as ever! The 52 hostages were still being held captive. All four of my suicide attempts were miserable failures (2 swan-dives to the hard floor, 1 scissors to the brain, & 1 self-drowning in the toilet (which the spirit promised to keep my head under water till I was dead)).

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HEAVEN AS BRASS

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And as for God, well, He was nowhere to be found! He was far, far, away! And Heaven had brass doors! Nothing could penetrate those thick gates of hard cold brass! Nothing! Certainly not my prayers! Maybe someone else’s prayers. But not mine! At least, that’s how it seemed at the moment. It was like this following Bible passage…

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“The LORD shall send upon thee cursing, vexation, and rebuke…And thy Heaven that is over thy head shall be brass, and the earth that is under thee shall be iron.” Leviticus 28:20, 23

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Yes, the earth under me was like iron, and the Heaven above was as brass over me! Hell was my destination! Death was the vehicle that would take me there! The Angel of Mercy had taken flight! And the angels of Hell were ready to usher me out of this world, down, down, down, to my final reward!

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Words cannot describe the abject terror and utter hopelessness which were crushing me at this moment!

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Unit 3600 Judgment Day RX-7 – inspired by Munch Painting, ‘The Scream of Nature’

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EVEN AN ATHEIST HAS UNBELIEF TO COMFORT HIM (OR HER)!

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At least an atheist has his disbelief of the Bible and his self-deception (plus a bottle or bag of a few hours of forgetfulness) to keep his sanity in tact! An eternity of nothingness would be a blessing compared to an eternity of fiery punishment under the ruler of Hell, the Devil!

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Of course, atheists will one day discover our atheism was only just a lie, perpetuated by the Father of Lies, i.e., the Devil (Satan)! But for the time-being, he (an atheist) can merely eat, drink, drop, or smoke himself into a fog, to try to forget about his (or her) inevitable date with that infamous one, The Grim Reaper, also called, “Death”!

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But now, but now…this ex-atheist was destined to dance with The Devil! Or maybe I should rather say, The Devil was destined to dance on top of me! Like this picture to the right!

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I was truly locked in an iron room with no doors or windows! There was no way out! An eternity of hell-fire was my punishment; and all Hell’s guests eagerly awaited my arrival! This was their only joy: to welcome one more miserably wretched sinner, to share in their eternal agony and suffering!

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Hell’s Torment and Tormentor – Wikipedia – public domain

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“I’M SO LONESOME, I COULD CRY”

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…NO…

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I’M SO TERRIFIED THAT I WILL FRY!

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Yeah, ol’ Hank was right, of course! That midnight train, indeed, was winding low! But I wasn’t so lonesome I could cry! No! At this very moment, I was so terrified that I could break into little pieces like an icicle hitting the floor!

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But as I said, that midnight train was pulling into the station. And there was one empty seat….with my name on it!

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The conductor driving this train was that infamous Grim Reaper! And his fiery, lazar-like eyes were, no doubt, darting straight in my direction! Piercing though the Stygian blackness of my hopeless fate! And he was, no doubt, grinning from ear-to-ear, at the prospects of snatching away another miserably lost soul…casting it mercilessly down, down, down; down deep into that fiery Inferno somewhere in the Land of Forgetfulness, that bottomless hole of no hope. The Place of No Return! HELL!!!

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Listen to this horrible sentence upon unbelievers…“The same (those with the Beast’s mark) shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his (the Devil’s) name.” Revelation 14:10, 11. (parenthetical comment by this Editor)

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Yes, as this passage plainly reveals, there’s no let-up for those who served the “god of this world”, in this life! Yes, I had served the gods of selfishness! And now the smoke of my torment would rise up for ever and ever! And Jesus and His holy angels would stand there and watch me with approval, and countless others too, those who are all suffering in flames of fire forever-and-a-day!

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And the Angel of Mercy had taken flight, and was gone forevermore! And the Angel of Death now stood before me!

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

Train at Station – Hans Schnellzug – 1909 – wikimedia-public – domain

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RAY OF HOPE IN THE DARKNESS…

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As I sat there in an icy and frozen state of shock and horror, the thought came to me that, “Maybe I should pray for a second chance.”

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Pray for another chance!!!????

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HOW RIDICULOUSLY ABSURD!!!

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Well, on second thought…..what harm could there be in trying?

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It’s a one-in-a-million shot!

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So I got up, and went into my room. I got down on my knees on that hard, cold, mental-ward floor, where just a day earlier, I tried to crush out my life. (Unbeknownst to me, the morning Sun was just now rising slowly and steadily). And there on that cold and unforgiving floor, I knelt.

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I had lost all earthly hope! (Slowly and steadily and faithfully, the bright morning Sun was now arising.)

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I didn’t know who God is. (The Sun still rising up, closer and closer, almost coming up over the hospital buildings). But prayer was all I had left!

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And I began to pray… “Oh God! Give me another chance! Have mercy on me, oh God…”

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(The Sun now rising up above the hospital buildings. Finally a beam of light flashed into this pale hospital-drab lock-down cell. And as it did, this ray of hope hit the metal mesh security screen on my window like a lightning bolt!)

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And like a Lazer beam, there instantly flashed the most beautiful cross on the window screen! Like a heavenly messenger of light!

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I got up off my knees. I looked up. And I saw the light. It flashed like the gleaming sword of that returning Angel of Mercy! It was as big as the window, maybe two feet wide by four feet high. But it was big enough to get the message across to me!

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SIGNS OF HEAVEN?…

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As I looked at this ray of hope; this symbol of mercy and love, I began to wonder if this was a sign from Heaven. “Could this be the answer I was looking for?” (similar to this photo)

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I walked cautiously to the small window of my door, and nervously peered out at the nurse’s station. I saw there what I assumed were the remaining representatives bustling back to their rooms! The entire ward seemed astir! Could they be getting ready for a second contest out there? Could it be?… could it actually be, that God had heard my prayer?

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Photo of star-crosses of nebula IRAS 05437+2502 in the Taurus Constellation – courtesy NASA & Wikipedia. Public Domain

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THE SPIRIT RETURNS…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgI began to feel a resurgence of the spirit! Hope swept over my soul, just as surely as that morning sunlight swept down over those Canyon walls: those Grand Canyon walls which I saw that last summer!

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I went out of my room, cautiously making my way through the morning hustle-bustle of nurses and patients! I knew what I must do, with this one chance given me!

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Yeah! I picked up a cue stick and began to shoot pool.

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The spirit was once again in control. The pool-balls went into the pockets with razor-like precision (or so it seemed)!

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Yeah! This was more than enough to let me know that the merciful God of Heaven was not through with me yet! I practiced. I moved in harmony with the spirit. Like a sword-wielding soldier, I whet my glittering spear (my cue-stick) till it was razor sharp (chalked up). I was wearing the Armor of God. I now had the full-body suit of the Armor of the Spirit. My mind fortified with God’s precious promises. And a force-field of grace was now blazing around me! I was girded with the belt of God’s Truth! I had on the Helmet of Salvation! I had the Shield of Faith in my left hand! The Sword of the Spirit in my right hand. And the Breastplate of Righteousness!

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“Put on the whole armor of God,

that ye may be able to stand

against the wiles of the Devil. ”

Ephesians 6:11

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INSIDERS NOW CLEARLY RECOGNIZED…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgA nurse came around and showed me her Santa Clause pin which she wore. She then pointed to other staff members in the ward who were also wearing similar kinds of Christmas pins. I took this to indicate that these were the “insiders” on my behalf! And this nurse was just tipping me off, as to just who was on my side…or should I say…just “who is on the Lord’s side”.

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But what would my tests be? What battle must I fight? And how would the enemy come against me?

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chess – checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org

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LADY-LIBERTY ARRIVES…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgBut wait a minute! What would I do? Most of the “chessmen” had been discharged!

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Well, that was not really going to be a problem. Replacements were on their way!

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LADY-LIBERTY… There was a very pretty young lady just admitted to the ward. I heard that she was a hospital nurse who was having some sort of mental issues.

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However, the spirits informed me that she was a replacement representative, to replace those who had been discharged. She symbolized “America”…a type of “Lady Liberty”.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“BLUER THAN BLUE” WAS LADY BLUE

(“Bluer Than Blue” is the title of a 1978 song recorded by Michael Johnson. Wikipedia)

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At some point in time, I sat down at a table. The noise of the hustle-bustle died down in the ward. And there I sat, not sure about all that was just now happening. The excitement was soon replaced by calm. Eventually it all became quiet. The noisy chatter gave way, once again, to the ever-present low hum of the heating/air conditioning system overhead. It seemed like I was all alone. I might have even begun to doze off at this large round table. (I’m a little fuzzy about the details of this description.)

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All of a sudden, I heard someone screaming for help. The cry came from one of the patient sleeping rooms. It was the room of “Lady-Blue” (the really disturbed girl that represented the mental ward patients, whom I mistakenly thought had died some days earlier).

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I ran into the room. I was horrified to see her lifeless body hanging from a long thin soft rubber tubing, that was somehow attached to the ceiling, or fire-sprinkler-head! Her round, contorted face was blue, from suffocation! She was just hanging there lifelessly! So I ran in and grabbed her body and lifted her up, while the nurse who screamed, tried to untie this rubber hose. After a moment she was untied. They laid her on her bed. By now other techs were there. An effort was no doubt made to bring oxygen back into her lifeless body!

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She began to revive! Hallelujah!

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As far as I remember (And my memory is vague) was this my first RE-test? Had I passed? The girl who represented the mental ward was saved! Hallelujah!

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(Note: I’m not sure exactly when this incident precisely happened. I’m just fitting it in at this point. I really can’t even remember whether this was actually a test. But it fits well, so I’m gonna go with it, even though I’m not sure! But as far as this event happening to this young girl, it actually happened just this way, as I have recounted it.)

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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license

chess – checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org

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ANOTHER TEST: “SHOWING MY FAITH”…

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“FAITH IS THE SUBSTANCE OF THINGS HOPED FOR, THE EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN”. (HA HA HA, VERY FUNNY, SO FUNNY I FORGOT TO LAUGH!!!)

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgThat night I was back in the lock-down room. But I was no longer in the leather restraint-straps attached to my bed. The spirit began to urge me to go out into the the main lobby. “Okay. Not a problem” , I thought to myself. Go out into the lobby! Okay! But the spirit began another test. He urged me…no he compelled me, to go out there naked! Now that was a problem! “Show your faith, Chuck”, said the spirit. (I can’t remember if he spoke audibly in my mind, or just put thoughts in my mind.)

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So the spirit was urging me to “show your faith” by walking out into the main lobby naked. To “show my faith”. I really, really, really, really didn’t want to do this! And really, there was nothing about my naked body worthy of such a public exhibition!

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But…if this would help me win the contest, well…I was willing to do just about anything not to “blow it” again…

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Listen to this passage about Jesus being tempted to do something ridiculous…“Then the devil took Him (Jesus) up into the holy city, and set Him on a pinnacle of the temple, And says unto Him, If you be the Son of God, cast yourself down… Jesus said unto him, It is written again, You shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.” Matthew 4:5-7

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Oh that I had known this verse! It could have saved me, not only from this, but other stupid things in the future! Yes, in this passage, Satan tempted Jesus to do a really stupid thing. But Jesus knew it was not true faith, to do something like this. And neither was this the way that my faith should be tested! That’s for sure!

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But sadly, I didn’t know about this verse. Nor did I know anything about this concept. Because I never bothered to read the Bible.

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As I remember, the spirit indicated that he would help me do this, since I didn’t have the nerve to do it myself. And so I felt the spirit take control of my entire body. And after a moment, he slowly walked me out into the main lobby. I kind-of involuntarily walked like a zombie, because the spirit was causing me to do this. He was now in control over me. And just as I did, the pretty lady who represented America walked out at the same moment. I don’t know who was more embarrassed, her or me. She quickly turned away, and scurried away to her room. I came back to my room. But after I did, the spirit urged me to go out once again. “Oh boy!”

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chess – checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org

James Tissot Brooklyn Museum Jesus Carried up to the Pinnacle wikimedia US public domain

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NAKED BEFORE AMERICA…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgNow normally, I wasn’t an ostentatious-type of person. No, I wasn’t into, say, wearing loud-colored clothing, nor anything to stand out in a crowd. And so, to bear my nakedness in front of “Lady-Liberty” was a totally repugnant idea! (And while on this subject, I must say, that disclosing all my weak traits and private sins on the Internet is likewise repugnant! I’m embarrassed about my past in many ways. But truth is truth! And frankly, right now I’m being guided by a434px-Statue_of_Liberty_7 wikipedia public domain spirit to write down all these events. So it’s not like I really have a choice in the matter!)

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Another nurse quickly came over and led me back into my room. Back inside my room, she hugged me in attempt to prevent me from going back out there. But the spirit was turning me back out again. “Show your faith Chuck!”, the spirit kept urging. The nurse said (with a chuckle) “you really have no reason to be doing this. No reason at all!”

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So when she saw I was determined to return back out there, she called for help. Shortly, help arrived and I was once again put into restraints. This time naked! So there I lay! Tied to my bed with thick leather belts! Naked! All night long! And this time, they had a 24 hour shift of guards watching over me. I think at one point they put a bed sheet over me.

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chess – checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org

Statue of Liberty – wikipedia – public domain

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THE NEXT MORNING…

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The next morning, I was still there! The spirit was not happy with just one showing. So he urged me to throw off the one sheet covering me. And so, with checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgdoctors and nurses coming in and out of my room, I lay there naked to the world. Showing some more faith, I suppose. People were coming in and out all day. Small conferences were being held there in my room. This, my lock-down room seemed like it became a miniature “Grand Central Station”, as the saying goes!!

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I can’t really remember why, but the spirit didn’t allow me to move or talk. After some time in this silent state, I overheard the doctors say that I was in a “catatonic” state. But I knew it was the spirit making me still and speechless.

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I have since read in Scripture of people who couldn’t talk as having a dumb spirit. There’s even the Bible account about the father of John the Baptist losing the ability to talk, by God’s power, until John was born. (see Luke 1:20)

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But at this point, I felt that this was just another test. And I wasn’t going to lose the contest over this test. So I just lay there, not deaf—but dumb.

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chess – checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org

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DIAPERED…YES…BUT FULLY EMPOWDERED WITH FAITH!

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Hours later, at some point in time, someone came into the room and put adult diapers on me.

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At this point, the room cleared out. And so I just laid there, probably wondering what else was on the spirit’s agenda for me, for that day. After laying there a good share of the morning (in my diapers), the thought came to me to simply climb out of this situation.

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That would likewise require faith! The spirit once again urged me to “show my faith!”. So I decided to go for it. So I just climbed out—by faith! And so I began to climb over the side-rails. But as I was climbing out of this high-rail, crib-like security bed, wearing only my diapers (and happy with my new-found, “great faith”), I realized that I must have looked ridiculously like an overgrown baby, climbing out of its crib (wearing nothing but diapers!). “Some faith!”, I thought, “a big baby climbing out of my crib!”

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Nevertheless, I was glad to be out of that situation! And so, after climbing out, I got my clothes on, and walked out into the main area. I guess I passed another test! Another test of “faith”, I guess!

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Hallelujah once again!!

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Unit 3600 Judgment Day RX-7 – inspired by Munch Painting, ‘Scream’

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“AS THOU HAST DONE…

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SO SHALL IT BE DONE UNTO THEE”

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As I later analyzed this and the many other embarrassing things that happened to me up there in Unit 3600, I concluded checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgthat this might just be divine pay-back for some of the heartless things I did in my past. For instance, as I’ve already repeatedly confessed, I still remember imitating the way a crippled girl walked, back in high school. I can’t believe I did that! But I did. And also, about a week before all this Hell had begun, I did the same thing to a man down at the club. I walked behind him and imitated the “funny” way he walked, just to make some ladies laugh. Well, in the fourteen years that had passed between these two incidents, I still hadn’t learned my lesson! I was as big a fool at age 29, as I was back in high school! But now, a few months after the last incident of mocking someone, I was now cured. Now I knew that there was divine pay-back!

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Listen…“Give, and it shall be given unto you;

good measure, pressed down,

and shaken together, and running over,

shall men give into your bosom.

For with the same measure that ye mete withal

it shall be measured to you again.”

Luke 6:38.

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So this passage has positive implications, as well as negative implications: the good we do…or the evil we do, will eventually be given back to us in our lap…abundantly!

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I lived as a fool, and now I was receiving a fool’s reward! I was reaping what I had sown! I was getting “paid back in spades”! It was now my Judgment Day! I was acting like a complete idiot! I was being “tormented by fire and brimstone…of the wrath of God”! And there wasn’t a single thing I could do about all this! The spirits were too powerful for me to resist!

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Listen again… “…behold, therefore I (the Lord) also will recompense your way upon your head…” Ezekiel 16:43. And now, my Day of Recompense had fully come! And my past ways were now being returned back upon my head!

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