Blitzkrieg

Life is just a bowl of cherries Don't take it serious, it's too mysterious You work, you save, you worry so But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go.

                                    Doris Day - Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries

Warsaw after the destruction of WWII

            God is not buying what the world is trying to sell you. Life is not just a "bowl of cherries." One of God's great gifts to you is the freedom to choose. There is such a waste of time in youth-- only realizing this when you get old. When searching the tombstones in old cemeteries, the bookshelves in old libraries, you realize that those chosen by God to have life, lived and accomplished and then went on to a far better, or far worse, place. Everything tells us that life is not over with clinical death.

            I have a beach home on Wrightsville Beach, in NC. It is known as one of the prettiest beaches in the world and is a favorite for movie making. Drug sales were going on across the street from me, during the time of the "War on Drugs." I do not have sight, but others who can see told me it was a Police Department operation. Young people, not old enough to drive, would come out of the house to their bicycles, with their drugs wrapped in toilet paper. I finally went to the city council member responsible for law enforcement and reported the situation. My next-door neighbor, staying up most of the night, due to a health problem, saw the police officers when they flattened my tires with ice picks. They did this to a blind veteran, who, at that time, owned much property and paid much tax on Wrightsville Beach which helped to pay their salaries.

            This writer has often said to God-fearing, tax-paying citizens, "Do legislators ever pass any law that helps you?" Most laws cost and cost dramatically those who keep the law, those who work hard, those who live responsibly. We tire of subsidizing and enabling the failings of our fellow man.

"Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ."

                                    -Galatians 6:2

            We have been fed a constant diet of collateral damage-- that the innocent must suffer in the punishment of a few. We hear this proclaimed over and over in modern warfare. An explosion from the air (drones or planes), explosions from munitions, which kill mothers and children, elderly and disabled. And all in the name of saving the world-- rescuing people from bad things.

            This world traveler has seen the mental scars of warfare-- scars on the minds and souls of real people. We know that the mind controls pain, and that the mind can cause pain to go away. In a mental asylum in Israel, in a mental hospital in Russia, I saw people who could not erase the pain.

           

            On the mainland of China (I have traveled through China three times since it was reopened), in Russia (I crossed Russia on the Tran Siberian Railroad), and in many other places I have seen human slavery, which to many, would seem worse than death.

            Following the traditional fighting of World War I, combatants in World War II were unprepared for the surprise, encirclement and confusion of a blitzkrieg-- heavy armor, aircraft bombing, irrational suffering inflicted on an enemy, such as was involved in Europe. It is obvious that America is not prepared for the untraditional blitzkrieg type attacks that will be involved in the next war. Our soft, spoiled populous cannot even imagine the horrors which can be inflicted by an enemy that has such a hatred for the "great Satan" (the way America is referred to by most of the world, 1.3 billion Muslims, as well as communist hordes in China, Cuba, N. Korea, etc.) Think what will happen in just a few days, when the electrical grids have been shut down-- no electricity, no running water, no welfare or social agencies of any type. We are a withering, muttering target, a target from all the hatred of the world, brought on by our incessant warfare. We have refused to protect our own borders. We do not know our own neighbors, much less the implanted enemies from foreign countries.

            In shock, totally demoralized, the United States of America will quickly surrender. I have found that my friends and relatives will not even recognize the challenges of their past. They will never admit that their ancestors were reared in poverty. Just because each member of their family has a cell phone, lives in an electrified house, too good to cook, rather eating out all the time, insist on fighting Satan in their church, from air-conditioned foxholes, by some strange theology, has a bellhop God (available only when called upon), and in spite of conservative rhetoric, wants all their needs met by government agencies, uses patriotism-Christianity-integrity only as an ideology, not a moral compass. They cannot believe that God was serious when he told us to take up the cross he has given us, and follow Him. It is much more fun to follow movie stars, sports figures, and pretending politicians.

            This writer has seen, in a dream, what Washington DC looks like after its bombardment, the great buildings on the ground, a great cement or marble column sticking up here or there. The IRS, with 90,000 employees, the NSA with 40,000 will have survival tunnels, with millions of MREs (meals ready to eat). Previous generations, our forefathers, established our survival around the constitution and the sovereign word of God. In my lifetime, I have seen all absolutes wither on the vine and die. Small denominations, storefront churches, gasping political groups (The Tea Party), have attempted to bring sanity to our country. But, those who have enslaved the masses for their own benefit (military industrial complex, Big Pharma, the cultural elite, secular media) have effectively destroyed every vestige pertaining to the salvation of good and the damnation of evil.

            In Botswana, Africa, this writer saw a great mother Eagle teaching her eaglets to fly from her nest. She would knock them out of the nest, and just before they neared the ground, would swoop down on her large wings, and catch them up-- over and over again, until the eaglets could fly. It is long past the time for the American people to learn survival. Our ancestors, with nothing, landed on this great land of opportunity, and survived. When I was a child, only 12% of the nation's population had electric power. If your church, your government, your neighbors, loved you as they say they do, as they are supposed to love, they would be not only warning you about the horror story which is to come, but preparing you for it.