Who Woke You From Your Slumber?


Our sacred rest. I was speaking to my friend one day and she spoke of her running around and how her husband had joked about “the American dream, and its meaning, is No sleep!” I laughed at that. Of course I told her that my grandfather always said, “I’ll sleep enough, when I’m dead.” I’m afraid, I’v found out, that’s not always true.

To my father, a laborer, his identity was his job. And it was abruptly taken from him. It is the saddest thing to a man like my father.It was one of the saddest moments of my life. To see him with that empty look in his eyes. The last moments.

A man who had served his country and his corporation with loyalty. And pushed out the door in the end. This is how a veteran and loyal worker is treated?  Our own government has the greatest responsibility in this mess. A life of which, in his tormented mind only offered the grave as a solution to his peace.

But that would be short-lived, as well. It seemed he was roused from his sleep, to be put to work, from his grave. Yes, what he could not have in his life, he was now forced to do in his death, and for others.I guess it’s true, he was more valuable, dead, than alive. While his disabled son was also being robbed at the hands of these parasites.

And when people have spoken to me on this subject, they mention legal terms, such as, what it takes to “make someone whole,” or someone “having deep pockets.” In my mind  the thought of such compromise makes me want to vomit. Could there be enough money to make someone whole from such experience? Could anyone’s pocket’s be deep enough to replace what my father lost? What we lost as a result of losing him? Whats been done to my brother and others like him? No, there’s really no way of calculating those damages, and to try to analyze the impact on whole generations.

As I’ve said many times, just the loss, I feel while watching my son playing baseball and wondering, what it would be to have my father sitting with me to see him. I’ll never know. And all because of a job, whose corrupt practices forced him out.

Who wouldn’t be more than a little traumatized to find that he has been secretly employed, all along, to fill the pockets of someone else? No, there isn’t any money that makes me feel better. I think Benjamin Netanyahu said it best, “You don’t negotiate with terrorists.” And I sure don’t make a pact with the devil.

But I have promised my father, I will live out my days, to offer him his sacred rest which he deserves.  The days that we are living in are evil. These are grave robbers. But, my Lord will guide our steps and this will come to an end. And one day I will be able to say, “Go back to sleep dad.”

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Whoa To Those Who Call Evil Good And Good Evil


If I have to eat bugs I will.

If I have to eat bugs I will.

Yes, I have been full circle in my own life with people much like this. I call these people centers of their own universe. They don’t even know how delusional they are. They think that their corruption doesn’t harm anyone else, when indeed it brings destruction to everyone around them, until eventually they get caught. Then they are so deluded, that they actually believe they are doing good for the very people they are robbing! They destroy lives and live in such blissful ignorance that when the gavel drops, they moan, “why me?” I’m such a good man.” I just want to throw up. I deal with these people all around me.

All these corrupt men’s hands are in the till and they make  the ones that are honest look bad. We have to just ‘go away.” We aren’t supposed to know what they are doing, so the best solution to that problem is to make us look bad somehow. So they trump up silly charges against us.

Disorganized crime. It’s the oldest game in town. Well, at least that what I call it. It’s rarely organized. Some of the thugs that grow up and they own corporations now.  One hand never knows what the other is doing and they mess it up all the time. It’s so confusing it’s almost comical.

I was harassed so bad by some people for something stupid and now I was called upon to explain myself for something equally stupid. All because I know something I’m not supposed to know about what these foolish people are not supposed to be doing.

I thought these people were going to waterboard me, but they probably would have put me on the board upside down and done my feet instead of my head. “Whoops! Now my feet are all wet! “Hey, that tickles! Ok, I’ll tell you what I know!!!!” You’re all a bunch of morons , OK????” Now please stop and don’t mess up my pedicure!

They kept asking if I would let them keep my stuff in their room since it was safe. Oh, yea, like that’s really gonna happen. I trust everyone with my documents. If I did, would I really be in this mess that you have orchestrated yourselves?Then you can change around some more things and sign my name on some more papers that I didn’t sign. I’m sure you’ve done that quite a bit.

I see how all of this works. They have people threaten you. They tell you what they are holding over your head. Pretending it is all so ominous.

Then you wait. Wait for the Lord. He is the deliverer and His deliverance is swift. His deliverance is not messy. It is with order and clean. Not a stone is left unturned and every dark thing is brought to the light.

He casts a wide net and is very patient. This is because He wants to be sure that He allows time and also to see all who are guilty receives due punishment.

How many people are going to be caught when that time comes? One implicates another. It will be remarkable. I will see it with my own eyes. It is His promise to me.

Just be sure you are backing the right horse.