I prayed a heartfelt prayer for the first time in a long time this morning (read as: tonight, I've not slept yet--it's almost 4:00am). When I was young and cocky, at about age 15, 16, or 17 you could've asked me about God and my beliefs and I'd've had a very strong and passionate answer for you.

Now, only questions and prayers. I still believe in the highest of morals and ethics--knowing all too well how short I fall of them and how much leniency I best give others in this regard. I believe in the notions that Love and Truth (honesty, right thought, etc.) are the highest ideals (mentalities/spiritualities) and I would've said that by Loving, believing, and acting in regard to being the best person you could be--and to help others to do the same was the utmost ideal--and I still will.

But, the big difference between now, a year ago, and ten years ago, is that if you ask me about a God, I can only shrug and mutter something about a potentially perfect being that may be there--or an idea/entity of which we are all a part of. My better arguments would come from Jung, however, who would suggest, that it is because of the hope and convictions that a belief in God would give us--this and Pascal's wager...

I pray for others a lot, sweet J that she find her way and Loves herself, Lea--that her and her boys always be well, my siblings--that they find the Highest and best in this life, remember how I used to pray a lot for those of 1768? Or my Brothers in Phi Psi and my Brothers and Sisters in Alpha Phi Omega? Innerwardly...the prayers are still there. For the United States (er, rather, these united States...)I'm just not sure what the right manner of praying is anymore, and if God or "God" can even hear--let alone cares for such verbiage.

Anyway, today I prayed to God for some serious direction, some forgiveness, to take control of my life here--or to take me completely home. Of course, we're all familiar with the notion of "Thy will be done", but I can't understand how my being here, confused, alone, directionless, nothing to show for my thirty years of life, guts rotting, addicted to carcinogenic poisons, working in retail and thus helping the system that destroys nations and individuals, combating with people in hopes of getting past their indoctrination or combating with people because a)the corporate system sucks or b)they're just stupid... I'm hardly up their with either Pascal or Nietzche or Goethe or Sagan when it comes to these questions of spirituality, religiosity, or answers on the nature, existence, or non-existence of God. All I can say is that it makes no sense for me willing to be an instrument of the Highest Power, to be here to rot without direction without--any indication that I can do anything at all for this Being or Its people or creation. It just doesn't make sense--my job is to sell you stuff made in a third-world nation and to ask you to enlist with our credit card while cancer will certainly develop in my colon, and I'll die single because I cannot afford to spend the time or money to treat a Lady like a Lady? What kind of fucked up mission is that? (Yes, I'm all too aware of my yesterday's note on foul language, but sometimes there's no better way to say something...)

I've lost faith. But that's not and doesn't have to be the end of it, but my prayers go completely unanswered, when I ask Him (or "Him") to guide me. Sadly, scripture teaches me only metaphor and examples of the Highest Ethics. Religion proves itself to be mostly fraud and if did have any spiritual power it'd be that of Lucifer or the Anti-Christ. My only source of any real belief in God these days, then, comes from Quantum physics, because unlike my chemical-inspiration filled youth--God no longer shows me signs or gives me dreams.

So I'm curiously at a standstill.
I'm burnt out on NWO-related events, and something is going very wrong with myspace software/bulletins/alerts for a lot of people, so I'm not getting the kind of steady feed of info I used to get.

I'm about halfway through my very last (finally, after all of these years) undergrad. class needed for a Bachelor's degree. I'm crossing my fingers for one or two different graduate level degrees--hoping that acceptance goes through without a glitch.

One one hand in the senate right now we have hopes of the cap and trade bull being blocked but on the other hand it seems like the senate is going to let any transparency act in relation to the fed collect dust. Pope's calling for global governance and BRIC amongst other international alliances are calling for the murder of the dollar. Meanwhile, Michael Jackson IS STILL DEAD. (Amongst other overlooked celebrities who we don't expect to be resurrected anytime soon.)

A friend who gave me some critiquing a while back, right along with this current course I'm in which largely emphasizes the scientific method has largely, coinciding with personal events--challenges in areas of health and fiscal responsibility--made me realize that I need to slow down a bit on my assertions, and question reality, and my own take on it a bit more...And it has also become apparent to me that I need to focus on YOU some more if I'm going to write anything that is worth a damn to you and keep you coming back for more.

Meanwhile, I'm switching back and forth between this and my to-do list, so as to get my life all straightened out. I would like to note that I have this, I want to say flamboyant or expressive, tendency to use expletives in my writing--here recently, and I forget which of my favored authors it was whose quote I read--but I thought on this writer's admonition that using foul language was a quick way to turn-off a reader, and I suppose something about the cliche.. of it being the sign of an un-refined mind rings true as well.

Two things for a positive state of mind I have come to notice: clean up your clutter--not only can you find things more easily, but you will experience some psychological ease from doing this. Also, in general clean your environment, it will make you feel much better.

So, I've just finally got kind of settled into my new house. (It's a rental with 2 roommates--the first non-fraternity house I've lived in.) It's kind of ghetto and has a bug problem. Not the overall complete infestation problem, but just a couple of species who try to coexist with us. We've got ants who come into house in one spot and invade one pantry. I've seen occasional spider, (fun fact [Paul Blart style] for you, in a lifetime the average person eats 8 spiders in their sleep. My brother, Phil, once had a bloody nose and blew it out really hard and out came a dead spider.)but mostly we are plagued by these twisted little insects with what look like twin stingers on the back. Our house was also not air-conditioned. I broke myself to remedy that, we now have one decent a.c. in the living room and two one-room units for my bedroom and the roommates' bedroom. But, finally, this crazy little place is coming together. I struggle so that I may do more for it. I feel like of all the roommates' like I don't do enough. Sigh, oh well, I'll just have to get over that feeling and work on improving my financial situation and time management.

I'm in the midst of reading 9 books right now (Was 11, finished 2 in the past couple of days). I'm trying radically increase my knowledge base, while looking at the best in job-hunting/career guidance advice, while looking to develop skills and hobbies. Some would suggest (as I used to) that you should only read one book at a time. I find this way I can make continual progress on several books at once--the books that fascinate me like Jung's "Man and His Symbols" or Walkers "The Physics of Consciousness" I read several pages a day and seemingly fly through them while the hard to comprehend books (such as the two books on Chess I'm reading through) and the dry literature like Festinger's "A Theory of Cognitive Dissonance" are still slowly but surely read.

I've realized, tonight, that although I am still largely perplexed about what I'm doing now and what I'm supposed to be doing, I've at least managed to open up incredible insite into the past events of my life, and the actions I took and the actions of others. That mystery of high school--no longer a mystery, and my first attempt at college now no longer such a painful enigma, but rather a great growth experience in itself. I was so lonely and confused for so many years, wanting so badly to understand myself, and to "fall in Love" with some Goddess... that now, I sadly chuckle, at the irony of the fact that I could have "Love", marriage, a serious committment, flings--a lot of things with a selection of some very beautiful and wonderful women--NOW, at a time in my life, when although somewhat lonesome at times, I no longer feel I NEED anyone, and factually find that with very few exceptions with some exceptional and fantastic woman, I don't even want the tiresome burden of any kind of relationship, really. That's just too funny.

I'm slowly getting bills paid, then time to get a car. I'm kind of going backward on order of operations because frankly, I need the car before I need to be legally driving it--sigh... Life's pretty simple if it "works" right in your childhood and adolescence, no one ever considers, weird circumstances, poverty, phobias, youthful sexual deviations, chronic health problems, pre-mature birth, birth order, parental religiousness, parental dysfunction--sigh, I find myself borderlining on pointing fingers again, the point of this particular rant is that our society is all set up for everything to happen in a timely manner for everyone under the exact same circumstances. Being thirty, working a low-paying retail job, without a car, being single, trying to be self-reliant, with a string of failures in the past due to lack of experience, circumstances of incompetence, and/or lacking self-esteem--these things should not have to haunt forever a decently-adjusted, goal-oriented, adult--but to some very large extents they do. That's just unfortunate.

Trying to figure out what best to share with you. In the real world, I've been working on that notion of smiling more--despite our economy going to Sheoul, and our freedoms and physical existence threatened just about daily. So if you saw me, I'd be quick to share a smile. But for you, my reader, it has to be something different--something tangible for you. I'm working on that.

A thought that pipes into mind just now, that I'm reminded of, is the fact that it's easier to pro-actively focus on something than it is to NOT focus on something. So, when you decided to cut down on sodapop, don't try to cut down on sodapop, instead drink more water and juices. (We get what we focus on, positively or negatively, intentionally or accidentally).

I'm at a standstill. Trying to break-out. Wishing you well, as dish it out to my own brand of daemons.
God bless,
David A. Reedy...

There are two kind of ignorami in the world... The falsely-deluded God-hating calling themselves atheists, while they bitterly curse God and wish they could defy what amounts to spiritual and physical truisms... And then those who take man-made written by powerful elite, distorted, and intentionally twisted books and dogma as the only truth in the world...


Damn, I have a headache when I think on it. God, Creation, Love--these are all the same thing, and manifest various aspects of the greater perfection, that is, always was, and always will be...Yet people, whom I noticed tend to be someway perverse or selfish, argue that there is no God, thus no Creator and no sanctity to Creation, and nothing pure or perfect, and then there are those whose holy books call for killing infidels and those whose holy books contradict themselves several times within the first seven chapters---and these people still somehow convince themselves of the magickal truth of their book and religion.

Gandhi said, "I Love your Christ, but I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." If I have to  listen to one more self-proclaimed evangelistic-echoing moron successfully turn all people off to one of the world's most beautiful and wise people, and turn people off to one of the greatest ethical systems ever, I will simply scream.

Today, I witnessed someone who claims to be against the New World Order cry foul to those evil souls who were reposting Cynthia McKinney videos about the atrocities committed by Israelis to the Palestinean people. This sick fuck (Myspace handle: The Messenger) said he doesn't care about the Palestineans, because Israel is God's chosen people, and by extension I guess they get license to commit genocide and other atrocious events. I tried to call him on it, but this inbred moron soon thereafter blocked my attempts at communication. Now, under most circumstances, and particularly now, I know I'm no paradigm of ethical behaviour--but this guy, proclaiming himself a Christian and one of God's messengers--well, that's just disgusting, and unfortunately there are millions like this person everywhere. They take all kinds of (false) history lessons from their particularly version of the Bible or religious text X, while not absorbing one bit of its spiritual teaching.

I am foul, and wrong, and sinful in many ways every day, and I often regret the things that come of out my mouth, literal or as typed, and I know, as a matter of fact that what I'm typing now is not a paradigm of virtue--but I will not in this exact same context tell you that God is great (the reality and the idea are) and that I am somehow his messenger and /or servant (which I'd aspire to be) while telling you it's okay to murder, enslave, deprive, slaughter, incinerate, incarcerate--and commit the greatest atrocities on any people! My God, if He/It would ever claim me, demands Love for all, kills none, but shows quite clearly that evil will be dealt with through death--usually in horrible means... Israel, maybe filled with very wonderful, beautiful people of a culture I don't know enough about, but it's government, like my own is outright corrupt and evil, and the ideas beyond the movement that is Zionism, is just as evil as anything conjured up by communism or Nazism, and people have got to wake up to fascism, totalitarianism, elitism--whatever it is, in every form it takes, neoconservatism, neoliberalism--whatever form it takes.

Yes, they've divided and conquered us, and while we have ignorami morons who so desperately fear the afterlife that they need to cling to the words of fire n' brimstone preachers who focus on Christ's crucifixion and some most likely mistranslated and misunderstood promise--then they will hate everyone else who doesn't believe like them, and they will continue to use their book to justify Zionist and murderous Israel regardless of the obviousness of her corruption, her apartheid, her fascism.

I only hope, that in Israel, as here in the U.S., and throughout the world, there are great revolutions, where the people overthrow the scum who control them... I have to believe that in Israel are millions of good people--afraid or ignorant perhaps like us Americans who sit back while our government firebombs innocent people.

I wish I had something more positive to say, but American Christianity, remains one of the only and most powerful legitimizations of evil in this world--oh, we can point our finger at Muslim extremists (usually fostered by Zionists, Jesuits, or CIA puppets like Pakistani ISI). And, unfortunately, too many atheists, new-agers, religion haters, amoral types, etc., are going to agree with these kind of statements too, and run with them... Hey amoral God-hating types--you're just as guilty as destroying our freedoms as anyone else, and because of you and those who manipulate you (Jesuit/Zionists/Luciferians/globalists) we've seen the sexual enslavement of entire western civilization, the devaluation of human life, and the break apart of the family!, so don't be quick to pat yourself on the back either!

The fact is, the religious, and the secular, are not antithetical as so many think. Like liberalism and conservatism, they are well-disguised versions of the same thing--anti-morality/anti-ethics/anti-spirituality/anti-unity/anti-human-self-actualization... And that is all.

Sincerely,
Rev. David A. Reedy...

I'm amazed at the number of citizenry that know nothing of the "cap and trade" (carbon tax) bill let alone of the (VAT) Federal income tax idea brewing. Fucking hell, it makes one sick and f-ing tired of being a "truther" and a political activist, when it seems like in the world population you have something like 1% global elitist with diabolical plans, 5% willing and slightly informed evil lackeys, 93.75 % stupid dumbshit motherfuckers and .25% truther/would-be patriots.

Sigh--the would-be social scientist in me, is actually kind of captivated by my irritation-inspired bout of sarcastic (half-)witty attempt at a joke--I wonder what are the percentages of those said populations? Hmmm....

Anyway, taking a study break. I'm realizing that this, my last undergrad class is either A)hard as shit due to a lack of real preparation/teachings leading up to it or B)I'm making a mountain out of a molehill or C)Both.

My self-esteem is effectively down; broke, smoking again, feeling out of place everywhere, feeling trapped in a shitty job market, tired, depressed, lonely, got a zit forming right on the base of my nostril, eating a horrible diet, not seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, questioning the existence of God, tired of being nothing more than fuel for big brother machine--sorry, hate whining, and I know everyone hates reading it, but I'm so fucking tired--I'm tired of using expletives like that, but wherever I turn, school, work, home, in the bar, out in public--people are unhappy, rude, and greatly troubled by current events--but they don't want to know the truth about it all, let alone do anything about it. Meanwhile, I  think I'm becoming rather OCD about this truther stuff, needing to focus on something different, but going "wait a minute, sailor--isn't the whole point adhering to truth, Love for country, and obedience to an invisible God--and blah blah blah blah bla-bitty-bla-bitty-bing-blah blah blah blablahblah!"

I've got to figure out how to design a correlation study--with vague directions and no indication of how specific I gotta' get with non-numerical variables that I have to figure out how to turn into numerical variables (I think) in order to correlate them, complete with correlation co-efficient (again, I think.) On top of it, I'm just damn tired of being evaluated, in this case, by this "professor" actually a grad. student with some clinical experience who seems rather fucking clueless to the natures of reality and the human mind--and she's certified to "help" people, and the natures of the game--unpaid time volunteering (forget the word), mass amounts of money, and getting theses verified by more ignorami who've been indoctrinated by this mis-education system.

Seriously, all the lies all around me are driving me nuts--I'm the one out-casted, I'm the lone weirdo-nut surrounded by a bunch of people who gladly drink the poison! Here, be my underpaid corporate slave! Here, focus your mind only on this! Here, you must teach the underlings this and they must recite only this. I'm breaking up, I really am. I'm spending more and more time, daily, in my own little world, where the people and things around me become more and more distant, just like little incidentals that carry no real significance anymore.

I Loved. You didn't return it. I retreated to my own little world. You invaded it. I did what you told me to. You treated me like an insignificant lapdog. I stood up for myself and became my own person. You shrank back, despised me, and put me back in the corner. I stay in my corner. You disrespect me and don't think I do enough.

I don't know what I'm doing, thinking, saying, writing, working for, studying for, believing in--I just don't know a damn thing. I can admit that! But one's looked down upon for that, just the same as if they say they know a whole lot. Meanwhile, we've a whole world of people faking it, throught every breath, and every action. This is the normal way.

I'm exasperated, but don't confuse that with outright depression. I Love life. I Love the world--just not THIS VERSION of it. I'm not going to off myself. I still have some kind of hope for something better--BUT, if there's nothing better to come, I do pray, if there's any kind of merciful God listening. Take me home soon, before I become more corrupted and corruptable--take me home soon to a land of peace, where all is harmony, fruit and nectar, Loving touch, no more blood drinkers, no more slaughterers, no more lies, resenters--no more. Find use for me here, point my way, or take me home soon.

I almost got into it with another 9-11 skeptic today, but I decided not to... These people who buy the official conspiracy theory are the worst kind of whacked out nuts... They are the morons who willingly give power legitimacy to the puppet-tyrants we have controlling our country.
Here is an awesome video dating back to 1987. It was on PBS of all networks, a chilling detail of "the secret government" within our own. A lot of us truthers know the name of Bill Moyers. Here is video. http:../../..www...youtube...com/..watch?..v=iaGCJmCAJ40 . I wonder whatever became of this man?
I have a headache, the first in a long time. Well, that's not true, I had one a couple of weeks ago and a couple of glasses of water later it went right away. Stressed, smoking too much, slightly dehydrated, probably exposed to some germs--the same ol' same ol.
Got into kind of a heated exchange with my professor, but managed to calm it back down.
Have realized how out of sorts I've been at work, and I know I need to calm myself back down and fix my attitude for the better, so long as I still need the work there. ...Just knowing, though, that my role there is in service of this..."system" that is destroying our country and exploiting the people of the world, selling all foreign made items (nearly all), probably largely made by slave labor, while trying to get people to pick up another credit card (each one successfully applied for being just another loan--a creation of money out of thin air slowly causing the collapse of our dollar, on top of all of its other strains)--these things take their toll. That, and some personal problems with co-workers created some problems... And now I've been planning to look for work elsewhere anyway, but now I'm suspecting it might not exist elsewhere.
Read somewhere that the real unemployment rate is worse than it's been since 1968. Wish I had the details in front of me.
Have used some willpower, had to, was tempted to go back on my word and on my honest choice to be true to myself. Dammit, there's times where I'd Love a mate, but I'm in no situation to take one now. There are a few on my radar, a couple that stand up above the rest, and like normal I'll deliberate and consider too long, and will get to know neither. Meanwhile, smiling and positive thinking has gone a long way toward improving a lot of things for me.
Man, where does the time go. The children in my life are all growing up, and I just barely finished with a homework assignment and scoped out the net. No real NWO developments to report today, only that I've heard that Obama has been getting blasted on the (local) radio a lot lately. I've been thinking that maybe what the globalists want is for us to launch into a revolution, and thus gain the grounds they need to disarm us. Not sure that's the case, but I wouldn't deny it. I know, that in my life, I've said too much already, I will most certainly be amongst any herded to any alledged FEMA (death) camps if it ever goes that route. But I think I knew that when about 2 years ago + I ordered a copy of the Constitution and the communist manifesto from Barnes & Noble. I knew I'd be red-flagged. I didn't realize then how fast things were going to go. It seems like anyday now, the foot shortage will hit us, or the "pig flu" or a "terrorist attack"--I'm wondering what is going to happen and when and where?
These elitist scum will make their New World Order, one way or another, unless the people of the world wake up, and take charge. I understand much of the elitist mindset--Malthusian, Machiavellian, Social Darwinistic--I understand. But, we could save the human race, the planet, and its nations, and freedom, and everything worth saving if people would take my idea of aggressive planning and working (globally) for space colonization, oceanic colonization, the development of new technologies, medicines, and superiour education. We could do it, but our leaders--the puppets to the corporacracy, and those imbedded in the corporacracy won't do it until/unless they see immediate profit in it. Right now, tobacco, alcohol, porno, illegal drugs, guns, religious paraphenalia, prescription meds, hollywood movies, and pathetic music icons/artists/rappers--those are the things that make money and rule the world right now.
Something's got to give soon, and I pray to God, for all its worth, right now, and every day, for the answers and the strength to do what will need to be done when tomorrow, and the day after comes.
Good night and God bless,
Rev. David A. Reedy...

Friends, here lately, I've been suffering for a lack of worthwhile information to impart your way. I wished to steer, slowly but surely away from NWO events, and move into the more personal, but then frankly two things have come to light, very little of interest happens in my own life, and while I've been busying myself with academia, polishing up the resume.. and other various aspects of personal self-..improvement, the destruction of our country has taken no rest.

Most of the information I will be imparting to you comes from rather reliable sources, and some that are questionable. I will be telling of those sources that are particularly questionable. The fact is, I'm a little worried, because out of nowhere it seems is this onslaught-..-this utter attack on all forms of liberty and American achievement and decency.

Decide for yourself. I'm a little worried, I think the NWO is moving faster than I had long suspected, and a very startling story--from a questionable source--but one paid attention to by devote rightwingers seems--reveals of a certain religious artifact of utmost importance to Christians, Jews, and Muslims--and one that would certainly be well manipulated to the Freemasonic/..Illuminati perverts who run the show.

I present the greatly elevated attacks on American and international freedom:


Ironic and funny: My hotmail account blocked content from windows live—it being the kind of spam/..questionable stuff you get. Okay, that's not NWO related (the hazards of cutting and pasting) but it was too funny to me. Reading my hotmail and the stuff coming directly froms windowslive was suspected of being spam...

First you need to be enlightened in regards to some terminology. There is what are called SDR (special drawing rights). It's the idea of creating a new reserve currency--in this case a stepping stone to that, by first creating a basket, so to speak of reserve currencies. For now, and not much longer, the world's reserve currency is the dollar. And now, even the Bastard Obama is supporting replacing the dollar with these SDRs.

China's been calling for a new reserve currency. As has Russia. Now our traitorous president is calling for them. Your worthless and owned news media has remained silent about it, but lucky for you, this novitiate would-be wanna-be journalist subscribes to several financial and investing newsletters, so I tend to know what's going on with money before you do--when I can actually figure out what in the sam hell they're talking about...

Anyway, in London, just recently Obama has agreed to these SDR's--let me spell it out for you. He has agreed to devalue the dollar, to let it fall to that of an unimportant currency. You think you can't buy anything now. Just wait. Oh yeah, just in case you were worried, I've got plenty more good financial news amongst other tidbits to come.



Allow me to quote, at risk of being sued, the author of the article I got this info from:

"Now on the outside that looks harmless right? Just helping these struggling nations... But! Could this also be a baby step toward a global currency? Could this be a baby step toward a further devaluation of the dollar, and it's signed off on by our President?

Here's the thing that really caught my eye: The IMF is going to issued $300 Billion worth of SDR's. That's 10 times the amount of SDR's that currently exist anywhere!

Could this be the facility for China to quietly exchange dollar reserves for SDR's? Come on! Somebody has got to see this the way I do!

I mean, it was just last week that the countries of Brazil, Russia, India and China (BRIC's) called for a "more diversified international monetary system?"

Why, yes, Chuck, it was... Just last week! And then this week, the IMF "just happens" to be issuing 10 times the amount of SDR's that CURRENTLY EXIST! " (end quote).

Meanwhile, the U.S. government is now trying to stop those Americans on the terror-watch list, an anonymous list of over 1 million citizens, from owning firearms. Basically, some member of congress named Lautenberg wants to introduce legislation that allows the attorney general to block gun sales to these individuals on these secret FBI lists.


In case you weren't aware, currently being on said list can stop you from boarding a plane or obtaining a visa.

A historical lesson shows quite clearly that Nazi Germany's draconian laws began just like this...

Meanwhile, today, this Friday, I just found out, that congress is voting on the "cap-and-trade Carbon tax" bill. Nancy Pelosi and key democrats are pushing this. This bill will affect every American, raising our cost of living and costing many jobs. (Just what we need at this exact moment in time, right?)

Obama's own estimates, certainly very low compared to the reality is that is will cost Americans over 650 billion dollars over the next eight years, according to one source.


What this boils down to, according to figures, are a cost of hundreds of dollars per year in additional energy costs and may very well cost us between 1.2 million and 2.3 million jobs over the ten years.

Meanwhile (didn't I say I was filled with good news?) Obama's health plan is being pushed on us. And it seems that the reality of it is that it will "lower costs" because the health care plan will cut treatments... Here is something I received from a pro-life group I receive updates from. (My liberal/..pro-choice friends, relax, it's not about abortion). The following is an excerpt:

"I wanted to send you the link to a new website Students for Life of America released this week, www...HealthCareforGu..nner.com. The site explores the current debate about national health care and raises new issues surrounding rationing care. The website is dedicated to my infant son, Gunner, who was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis this March.

While the website doesn't deal explicitly with abortion, it does deal with one of the after-affects, rationing of care for the weakest among us.

There has been much talk about implementing a national health care plan in the U.S. Upon researching the issue further, I found some disturbing information from Ireland and Great Britain, both of which have national health care, regarding the poor standards of care given to patients with deadly genetic diseases such as cystic fibrosis.

While it is certainly true that changes need to be made to our health care system, nationalizing care is of great concern to my husband, Jonathan, and I as we know it will mean a rationing of care for Gunner. And, as any cystic fibrosis specialist will tell you, rationing Gunner's care will reduce his life expectancy.

Please take a look at the site and let me know what you think. www...healthcareforgu..nner.com" (end quote).



Okay, a story that really has me bothered comes from what can affectionately be called the Christian Right's Enquirer...or WorldNetDaily (Wnd.com). Now what's not important, is the veracity or validity of the claim--but if it is true--whoa... But, what's important is the psychological principle of "priming" get you prepared for something, creating a link in a manner that you might not even be consciously aware of. The headline reads: "

'Ark of the Covenant' about to be unveiled? "

Okay, then, I wish to show you a few snippets from the article, then I will give you my three-cents on it.

1.Ethiopian patriarch tells pope he will show artifact to world

2.Ethiopians believe it is destined to be delivered to the Messiah when He reigns on Mount Zion – the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.


3.The Book of Revelation says the Ark is in the temple of God in heaven (Rev. 11:19). Muslim scholars say it will be found near the end of times by the Mahdi – a messianic figure in Islam.

Okay, here's my brief evaluation of the entire article, that i've mercifully spared you from having to read in its entirety. The Ark of the Covenant, is a powerful symbol, and if real and currently existing no doubt an incredibly powerful artifact. It is known to cultists, Indiana Jones fans, Catholics, Protestans, Jews, Zionists, Mystics, and Muslims. Okay, so aside from this Ethiopan chief patriarch saying it exists, I have it, and I'm showing it to everyone. We have priming set for multiple peoples and multiple purposes. (I've not included references to the old testament made, but this would make the Jewish priming above obvious, but to anyone who knows anything of the Bible of the Torah, and/or Christian or Jewish theology knows of its significance. So by direct mention and extension, we have Roman Catholics, Orthodox Catholics, Jews, Zionists, Protestants, and Muslims all mentioned and/or primed. Then we have two mentions of "God's promised one"--either the Messiah and/or the Mahdi. If you've not been paying attention to the rhetoric recent newscasters have referenced Obama in manners equivalent to calling him God and Jesus. Now, I'm not suggesting that Obama is the (NWO's) Messiah or Mahdi. What I am implying here, though, is that they are seriously priming us, perhaps for him or perhaps for one they're going to bring. These Illuminati-..Freemasons not only know how to control the religion-..affiliated majority, but they themselves are tied and controlled by their own needs of religious and ceremonial... They will use prophecy, one way or another.



Of course, I recognize I may easily be making a mountain out of a molehill, but I'm cautious, skeptical, and at this point, waiting for anything. The good news continues...

Anyway, meinspace will probably block it, but one individual at least, has made the claim that they've seen documentation that the CIA is beyond the unrest in Iran. It's a questionable source, and very little detail. But, let's consider our past, Iran 1953, our CIA's relationship with ISI, and much too much to discuss here... Anyway, it's very plausible and it keeps Americans distracted from all of the bills I've been and will continue to mention, keeps the Americans' attention away from Iraq where the international oil companies are divvying it up and where American troops supposedly being pulled out the end of this month are now conveniently going to stay longer...

CIA has Distributed 400 Million Dollars Inside Iran to Evoke a Revolution


The next is an oldie but goodie. Again, Meinspace will probably destroy the link so you may have to cut and paste, or google it, but it's worth seeing, Professor David Griffin
The New Pearl Harbor

Professor David Griffin convincingly discusses how the
towers were brought down through explosions in 30 foot
sections, convenient for transporting.

View:
The New Pearl Harbor

I wonder if he's related to G. Edward Griffin of "The Creature from Jekyll Island" fame?



Trucking right along, the Washington Post has just reported that the U.S. ambassador to to Syria will again return to Syria after a four-year absence. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about middle eastern peace. But, everything that is "..peace"-related with Obama is just plain fishy.


Anyway, the "immigration plan" that is being discussed behind closed doors in the white house carries on. I'm not sure what there is to discuss and why in the hell it's not discussed in the public forum, but I can tell you it does not have the U.S.'s best interests at heart. Plus this Mahdi and the priming business is haunting me tonight.




Torture continues…Bagra..m becoming the new Guantanomo. Nothing's changed, but now that it's their man, the majority of dems remain woefully silent. Hypocrites and cowards are charge them all.


Fourth of July is coming up. I couldn't help but think, "Great day for a “terror attack”".



Rightwingers/..neocons/..Zionists suggest that Israel should take advantage of the CIA-induced strife in Iran and attack. Yeah, I don't know if anything will come of this, but a small but vocal group on the so-called right have suggested Israel should take advantage of the chaos and attack their power stations and nuclear-based sites.

Meanwhile... (I Like that word... "Meanwhile, in the Bat Cave...") Switzerland will no longer be a tax haven for those (wealthy) who strive to keep their earnings out of the IRS's reach. With the introduction of Article 26 of the model tax information exchange treaty of ther Organization for Co-operation and Development (OECD) the Swiss have been effectively black-mailed by the G20. The Obama administration is currently, on what one writer has called a "massive fishing expedition" to get the names of 52,000 American clients.

That's all I have for now. But this collection of material alone has gotten me more worried than any other NWO/globalist developments that I've read about or watched in a long time. They are getting aggressive in every arena. Worst still is the silence from the media and the country's so-called "liberals". The conservatives (the non-extremist, non-nutjobs that is) have been effectively silenced by comparing all would-be patriotic conservatives to the extremist rightwing nutjobs--so they're afraid to speak up... The media is so obviously owned and the young buy up all this socialistic tripe... It's ridiculous. I'm watching my country get erased, and online I know I belong to a community of millions who care... but, in the day to day world I live in, I'm alone, working with, living with, related to, serving in the workplace--all kinds of willful ignorami who still pretend that our corporate and political masters give a shit. Inside I'm screaming, overtly I can barely keep my cool, I chainsmoke again, and I distract myself with school-work related research and assignments and the occasional perusal of my newest Playboys, but ultimately it's not enough. Am I the only one feeling the internal anger? Am the only one frightened and wanting to do something about it? Like I said, online, my voice is joined by millions, but here in good ol' white bread liberal-voting Iowa, I'm practically alone...



Before tonight's discoveries I was actually going to right on my feelings that I'm some kind of wus, and explore why that is and how I can change it, but at the same time, I know I sometimes am, but sometimes I'm ready to take on the world... I just can't do it alone.

Anyway, allow to close with something positive, a few funny thoughts to entertain. Wish you the best, good night, and I hope you enjoy the following questions. Sincerely, David A. Reedy...



Does killing time damage eternity?

How do you write zero in Roman numerals?

Do people in Australia call the rest of the world "up over"?

Why is it that night falls but day breaks?

How can there be self-help "groups"?

How do you get off a non-stop flight?

If tin whistles are made out of tin, what do they make
foghorns out of?

If you shouldn't drink and drive, why do bars have parking
lots?

If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?

How come wrong numbers are never busy?



ps... Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett died yesterday On Thursday June 25, 2009 RIP...not just for the individuals, but to an end to the an age of pop, and a youth where Farah Fawcett's poster adorned the walls of countless adolescent boys... (I'm resisting the urge to joke here, and the two, and the comments to gether. Rest in Peace, Farah Fawcett and Michael Jackson.).

First the headlining scandals:

My 'net was down for a while. I've got my last cig hangin from my lips right now, waitin for me to step outside and spark it. Sigh. I hate being broke, but if that's what it takes to get me to quit again, so be it.

Saw a very damn good vid on the 2nd Amendment tonight. (I learned a new vocab bit as well-- 2A is amongst some another phrase for the 2nd Amendment.)

Well I've got to work in the morning at 9:30 and it's 2:30 now, but I'm not worried. Fact is, soon as I get this done, I'll have plenty more sleep than I usually do when I work in the morn.

The roommates and I, I think, spending the day together as we did all got a little bit closer as a result of it. We're all crazy about needin an a.c. though. Sheeit, it is just plumb hot there little doggey without any a.c. (And for the record I don' know why I'm annunciating/typing like I'm an Appalachian hillbilly or something.) (No offense, Appalachian folk--that's where my ma's side of the family comes from...)

I wish I had plenty more time for reading, but I don't. Wish I had something more interesting to talk about, but other than forming plans at the back of my head for fixing things and solving problems, I've really got no ACTION to speak of at the moment. (I know, what's new, but here lately, I've really, truly, realized that I've got to make my life more interesting if I'm going to subject you to it. And also, if I'm just going to plain live.

Anyway, I'm crossing my fingers that some additional lone money comes my way. I'm kind of counting on it. I got 11 bucks in the bank, massing bills, and more debt than income coming. Sigh. T'is life, I think, and I resent that, and am completely intent on turning that all around, despite this bank-manufactured recession we're dealing with.

Oh well, think a happy thought (because you can and it's good to do so), find a reason to smile and to inspire one in another, breathe in deeply and let it out calmly, give your body at least one reprieve from your bad habits. Do something good, whenever you can think to do so.
Godspeed,
David A. Reedy...

I just realized that I'm off tomorrow. (Some would argue that I'm "off" everyday). It takes some serious weight off of my chest because I was dreading tomorrow.

We should not live in dread. Ever. I know this. I know a lot of things that I fail to practice. For instance, I knew that I could have been a non-smoker for the rest of my life after 3 months free of the sickening habit, but I allowed myself to sneak in a couple--and then came back the full-fledged addiction.

Persuasion. I've studied, and verily know, enough about it to be an expert, but whether it be pride or ignorance, I fail to practice the tactics, strategems, and methods that actually work. To me, what amounts to persuasion, in reality, is manipulation, something which only occasionally, can I do if I feel that the said application and consequences of such are justifiable. More times than not, though, it remains incredibly hard--downright impossible for me because of my insistence on "doing it my way" and "telling it like it is." (Or, if I'll briefly allow truth to override ego, "telling it like I think that it is").

I'm off tomorrow, I've got a few Pepsis, a shelf full of movies, time to write, and yet I don't know that I'll be satisfied unless I spend the day trying to get ahead on my upcoming week's schoolwork. Sigh, I only wish my head had been completely free of my rectum back when I was in school the first time. Alas, whether it just be a rationalization or not, I subscribe to the notion that everything happens for a reason.

Working where I'm at, in the world of retail--a place of juxtaposed and outright conflicted feelings--a place where I work with the greatest collective of human beings I've ever known--whilst selling foreign-made objects and bankers' agenda--I'm beginning to see a rise in the dishonest, and perhaps threatening, and most certainly desperate demeanor and behaviour of our "guests." More and more scams, more and more people intensely desperate to get their products and/or get their cash back...I'm afraid of how it'll look as the economy continues to plummet. Will we experience armed robberies? Muggings in the parking lot? God, I hope not. However, all wishful thinking aside, unless the direction of the world is altered, I suspect we'll one day have shelves bereft of any food, and doors that'll close one final day with no one left employed. I want to be wrong, so wrong.

I was sitting outside today at break, a first for a while. I just yesterday, smoked at work for the first time in 4 or more months. Anyway, while sitting outside, this attractive young girl waves at me, I wave back, the faintest suggestion of a smile cracking my normally rigid look. I think to myself--I don't know what to think of myself. I only wondered and marvelled about how rare it is for strangers to wave at one another these days. This on top of the realization that the conflicts I know in the person are being resolved, either actively by me, or passively on their own. I wish I were at peace on the inside. I wish I had a plan.

I started to write a poem today--it sucked, but I saw something very cool in it--a releasing, a re-introduction of that poetic voice i used to have. It's nothing in comparison to anything that may truly be described by the words "Ars poetica", but it was a beginning. (or a returning?)

My head hurts, a lack of water? Nicotene? Stress? All of the above. The psychoanalyst in me is not so sure. Just like my vision took a poignant turn for the worse over a stressful matter that in the large scale of things was not that huge of a deal, I suspect my head is hurting largely from some psychological phenomenon not yet obvious to me.

Some want me to go on a trip with them. I'm not sure of the wisdom of that just yet. It in all honesty, the plausibility is slim.

I've eaten too much. About three years now since the development of my digestive-malfunctioning malady, and still I eat exactly like I'm not supposed to--richly, fast, and largely. Sigh. I'm the kind of idiot I regularly berate such as those who bang their heads against the wall senselessly. It's said, "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results." I guess I'd like to forget that I can't enjoy my Love for eating and excessive sodapop drinking anymore.

I really don't live anymore and when I think on that it kind of depresses me--which, as we all know how these vicious cycles work, inspires me to live less. I'm thirty going on sixty many days.

My vision's a little blurry. I need to get some regular (not-deeply tinted) glasses for reading methinks. I went to check out what's going on in the world-development sphere. I'll paraphrase the two things that caught my eye. One is the obvious attempt of the United States to control things in Iran while keeping the American people focused on that and not on the oil monopolization going on in Iraq, while Beijing is telling Washington to watch its step in Iran. The second thing I've stumbled across a piece that elegantly notes how Republican Senators are calling the audit the fed movement something bordering between foolish and treasonous whilst Obama makes overtures of "Overhauling" the financial system, ultimately being doublespeak that nothing, if he has his way, will be done about the Fed. Naturally.

Also... “Ardent Sentry” is going on right now. Almost no mention in national or local media. Here in Iowa where some of these events are taking place, I’m a little bothered that not even the local media is making much mention.

It's a shame when your level of thirst for water vastly outweighs your stomach's capacity for carrying it. Isn't drinking too much water like one of the most sickly feelings in the world? Time to refill my glass.

The girl in the truck waving to me, while I sat arms outstretched over the bench in front of work still pops into my mind. It's not her, pretty youthful face, or anything that is sexual, desirable, or anything like that. It's the dare I say it, "the moment" of it--kind of what I was talking about in my last blog, except "the moment" I was referring to then (can't remember if I used that same word or not, but the concept remains the same) involved "KNOWING" what I must do. In this instance, I did nothing, but served as a witness to someone acknowledging someone else. Was she a complete stranger? Was she a co-workers little sister? Was she one of many guests I've served on a regular basis?

For a few moments, the line of questioning is interrupted by the visage of an angry man who got irate with me for asking him if he had permission to duplicate the obviously professional pictures he had made. Honestly, a few months ago, I'd've been the guys friend (although he certainly wouldn't have been appreciative I know) but a good "talking to" where I'm politely shown how good it is to be employed (when you cut threw all the niceties and bull)--yeah, now I'm part man, part malfunctioning photo lab equipment--all photocop. Sigh. Cheesy.

Peace comes slowly between me and so many other people now. I reflect on how ironic it is, because it seems to in response to a growth of something that borderlines on apathy and despair in me, and in a desire to move on. (Unity of opposites, I say that too much. Maybe, I suspect, I use the phrase wrong. But a movement in one direction always creates the opposite--that's what I'm getting at when I use that phrase. You are not wanted or likeable when you want to be wanted or likeable, but when you begin to drift away they pull you back--or at least they try and/or want to.) 

I resign myself to the admittance that just about everything I "know" could, in fact, be a crock of shit, that I'm seeing what I expect to see at any given moment; my perception shaped by my mood--all of the sudden sitting here, I'm forced to question everything--what everything I think, believe, feel, want, don't want, do, fail to do--what if it all amounts to shit? What if I'm completely wrong about everything? I'm certainly frustrated by the fact that I worry so much about WHAT I think and HOW I feel instead of being ablt to be outright other-centric--is it easier for others, some others, at least? Or does everyone's brain run almost non-stop from an "I think/want/feel/fear/need/like/hate   this/that/or the other and how this/that/or the other effects ME. I and Me it seems are the most annoying fuckers on earth who keep us (me, at least--aAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH--see how he snuck in there?) from connecting effectively and long-lastingly with others.

It is frustrating, though, that I can't (at least not in this open forum) write about others, Heaven forbid I tell the people in my life that I care about them--I've learned my lesson, we become threatening and adversarial--daemonic evil beings deserving of chastisement, banishment, outright defilement, if we dare show feelings. Tell someone in public that you Love or like them, that they are beautiful or worthy of Love--and like me, you will find yourself standing their alone--excorcised from your onetime husbandry, and despised by the now very-largely warped (and suffering) female gender...

I had a first-time bizarre experience just now. I won't be able to describe it--not with any justice anyway. I sat outside, while having a smoke, and thinking reflectively and completely honestly about things like my eyes (and by extension, my metaphorical soul) being shielded from everyone (for those who don't know, yet, by now, like a short-time in high school, I wear sunglasses at all times in all kinds of light now. My eyes experienced their first assault when I was really young--at what age I don't know, but my curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see what the inside of a battery looked like. We're talkin' a C or so. Anyway, I hit that bastard with a sledge hammer and a chunk of acid-infused metal fly into my eye. I never told anyone, because my father being who he was at those times would've probably beat the shit out of me for being so stupid. So I never told anyone, I simply washed my eye in the bathroom for a long-time. The second assault on my eyes took place in high school, when on a trip to Carl Wayne's stomping ground, Flagstaff Arizona, him, myself, and a couple of Navajo brothers named Clea and Clayson first had a firework fight, then running out of incendiaries to lob and let fly at one another, we began "attacking" each other with their high-powered camera flashes. I took it to the next (and most absurdly stupid level) and fired off a rather large stack right in front of my own eyes. A few moments of blindness accompanied by the momentary sound of bacon frying is what came with that... I just now, of course, recall being a guinea pig on a couple of occasions for that lovely strychnine-based jimson tea and the day or so-long blindness that came from that... Finally, here, a few months back, an event--that was dual-damaging in that psychosomatic manner--when I was reprimanded and nearly lost it all (again--banging the head against the wall) by revealing my soul whilst appreciating beauty--shortly thereafter, my eyes became (and still remain until forgiveness/acceptance occurs?) weakened, in a constant (and need of shielding) sensitive state. 

Okay, so before I so rudely interrupted myself, and gave you a headache trying to follow my connections... I was outside, smoking a cigarette, thinking about the whole sunglasses/eye shield phenomenon, realizing while I was doing so that my headache was "magickly" receding, when I saw the black cat run by. ...Now we've all heard cats growl. ...and we've all heard the sound of amorous cats, too... This was kind of like those sounds, but it was different. What I heard was the sound of a cat singing... If was at once beautiful and eerie.

God, I'm still thirsty. And in the back of my brain, amongst too much noise, is a plan wanting to be formed for effectively dealing with nicotene withdrawal (withdrawl--is one of these right, one wrong?) so that I may effectively quit again. Quitting's easy, you just don't have one. But the tension that rises is very likely the kind of thing to get me fired for telling an asshole exactly how much of a dirty, stinking asshole I think they are, to keep me up at night for a few weeks, to give me additional hunger--when I've already got to work on improving my eating habits, etc...

By the way, K, I know. You don't have to say it. I've not got around to saying it, either, but I am sorry for what happened, and for what I said. You are an awesome, beautiful person in my book, always were and will be.

J, I hope life's been good to you. I feel some anxiety about the future, about what I'm supposed to get you--what I can afford to, when for the next week I can't even afford a sodapop. I hope that my musings about...certain people, and certain types of people doesn't bother you, but hopefully you know by now, that I must "muse"--it's one of the few things I got...one of the few things that makes me....well...me.

1768, I think if I ever write a novel and do a tribute to you... that'll be a year. Anyway, thank you for having me as long as you have and will. I'm trying to find the right way to break away--I will miss you, dearly, when I do.

Louie n' Chris. I miss you guys. I wish I hadn't've fucked it up. Hopefully things have and will work out for the better now that I don't see you anymore.

"Jack Daniels"... miss you two. Hope life is treating you the very best.

***... ...Godspeed. The fantasy's long-gone. Doesn't look like I'll be your cavalier afterall. Hope you don't end up needing one. I pray you the very best.

That's about it for personal messages. Wow, I haven't even consciously thought of a few of those folks in a long time. I do care.

I ponder. Is it possible, that it's a truth "what you have, you want more of?" I was just thinking of how, so often, in my life when I am flirted with, or go further than that with someone it's with someone who has someone... Now, I'd be a liar if I were to deny knowing all too well the daemons of "Lust" and "Loneliness", but hey, the older I get, the less I find the former to be a problem, and the latter I deal with better and better. Point is, to return to my ponderance...The more time I spend as my own and only companion (how awkward that sounded) the more I want to be alone. (There is that opposite drive created and strengthened too...) But, ultimately, I want to spend my time relating to the explorations of the mysteries of the world, and the thoughts of the thinkers, the philosophies of the philosophers. I wouldn't mind a "girlfriend" (sounds kind of juvenile to me, I'm thirty now, and am in an ironic danger of being labelled that "30-year-old uncle"), but really instead of spending (and in my mind, wasting) my time trying to please someone who's attention-and-affection-deficit, trying to impress some woman who will like me only as long as I'm a slightly-distant enigma--I find that instead of playing games, and lying and manipulating--which is what all courtship is... I'd rather read the the Aristotle, Kipling, Dante, Shakespeare, Sagan, Shelly, Orwell, Frost, Heinlein, Camus, White, Homer, Dean Foster, Asimov and others in my collection of books to read and re-read. Isn't that somehow so odd, that it's almost perverse?

I found myself once saying, that "that which is right, is right because it's a betterment for society and/or life, and that which is wrong is wrong because it destroys, kills, or ends life." From that, I've surmised that the perfect harmony is every healthy couple should replace themselves, having no more or no less children than that. Here, I am, having on many occasions engaged in risky sexual behaviour, but at this point in time, planning basically for no matter sexual behaviour whatsoever outside the realm of fantasy and "taking care of business" so to speak, and I plan not at all in any regards in mating, dating, courting... Wow. At one time, it would've disturbed me to discover that I'm a hypocrite. Now, I can only conclude that much of all of us stems in (self-)contradiction.

Another conclusion that I came to while outside, one that helped the recession of my headache and that brought peace to my normally turbulent mid-section is that of my suspicion that most human pain (only evident to me by my digestive-excretive malfunctions) was brought on by breaking the---energy flow, blocking the chi, not expressing what needs to be expressed, namely, Love. I've an ocean of Love that I need to show myself and everyone else, that life has effectively convinced me to shut off. I think it is that, not some scientific sounding "pre-cancerous" denoted medical term, that is killing me. (That and constant Pepsi/Mountain consumption on said consumed digestive system...sigh.)

Anyway, a large part of my worries--and the relief from--has been directly connected to a moderate size check I'm expecting, from left over financial aid loans. Can't connect that to anything meaningful, sorry, getting tired I guess.

Well, it's fitting that I tire. It's 4:00 am now, and only a couple of hours of cool temperatures remain in this, my air-conditioningless house (for now). Thanks for reading, go out there, remember to smile once more often than you normally would, consider waving to a stranger, listen for music in strange places, let your mind go for a few moments at least and accept the truth, forgive and allow yourself to be forgiven, speak the truth, apologize to someone if you can and don't demand the same back from them, Love every chance and every person you can including yourself and do the right thing based on that Love--not what would feel good--necessarily--but what is good, take care of yourself.

Until next time,
David A. Reedy...
vox populi

Not much to say now. Still internalizing and trying to figure out how to make the best of a good critique I recently received. Meanwhile, I've intentionally tamed down my life so much that not much happens on the personal sphere. Something very odd's happening with many of the attractive young ladies I work with--but it's that whole unity of opposites thing, I know, somehow... Sigh, If I could really want ONE, just ONE person to spend my life with. I guess my life's not too bad when my biggest tragedy makes for the lyrics of a song by the Cure...

Watched the very first episode of the original transformers cartoon tonight. That was cool (and hokey, all at once.) It was a nutty day at work. I only had a half day, and my responsibilities weren't too much, but the store was understaffed today. I really felt for the salesfloor team today.

I'm doing pretty well, thus far, in my last undergrad class. Anything could happen, I know, to frustrate my plans on entering grad. school, but so far so good. I'm broke as a joke right now, can't even believe how broke I am right now. I will not have as much time to devote to blogging, or to socioeconomic/geopolitical or nwo stuff. (I know some are probably rejoicing now). I will give updates on anything pressing that I'm made aware of coming up, and naturally from time to time, I will feel the need to vent some verbal sewage, but my regularly bulletin-ing (again, for some I can already here the applause) and blogging will be rather sporadic, and I imagine that will be the case for the next 20 months or so.

A lot can happen in that time. Unfortunately, I'll have to be in half-survivor mode, half-blinders-are-engaged-so-I-can-continue-on-with-western-civilization-contemporary-time-period-indoctrination mode. God bless, I Love you all, I hope the very best for everyone, and I'll check in from time to time.

David A. Reedy...