With the US and Iran only in a PAUSE, still at the Brink of Armageddon/WWIII, why doesn’t the MSM talk up this RECENT, Unfolding History as a Major Influence for the whole unfolding Reality, that would make the Politicians and the People address the Facts?
Netanyahu to US Congress, September 12, 2002 ” If YOU take out Saddam, Saddam’s regime, I GUARANTEE YOU that it will have enormous positive reverberations on the region, The reverberations of what will happen with the collapse of Saddam’s regime, could very well cause an implosion in a neighbor regime like Iran”
Americans and Iraqis lost many lives and treasure with the destruction of Netanyahu’s WAR against Saddam, and cannot make a claim on his GUARANTEE. Proved dead wrong the dead number over a MILLION PEOPLE, the consequences still unfolding in the World.Iran didn’t implode. It increased influence in it’s own part of the World with the illegal 2003 US invasion of Iraq. TheGod of Israel didn’t listen to Netanyahu but Americans do.
Netanyahu spoke to a Joint Session of the US Congress in 2015, getting standing ovations by delirious, non-partisan, Republicans and Democrats, calling for the US to reject the Iran Nuclear deal. Trump withdrew from the Iran Nuclear Deal on May 8, 2018.
What will be the consequences for the US Economic War Trump is waging against Iran for Netanyahu, designed to destroy the Iranian Economy supporting it’s 80 MILLION people before having to resort to bombs?
Designating Iran’s Military as a terrorist Organization at Netanyahu’s request brings dropping the bombs closer, and murdering such as High Official in the Iranian Government in the person of General Soleimani closer still.
Netanyahu was the only head of government to attend the February 2019, US organized, anti-Iran Foreign Ministers meeting in Warsaw, leading the charge for War with Iran.
Wasn’t Iraq enough? Will Americans be stupid enough to follow Netanyahu a 2nd Time, leading the US to War with Iran?
It appears under Trump/Kushner, kings in Israel, Americans are that Dumb!!!
In 1971 Ted Nugent and The Amboy Dukes did a show at Plateau Hall in Montreal. It was a very small venue, holding about 500 people sitting on the floor with legs crossed. and cost $5 admission. The stage was about 4 feet above the floor.
It was an amazing concert blowing us away. At the end, Ted said, “Our new album, ‘Marriage On The Rocks’ is released in the US, and won’t be available in CanaDa for 6 months. Watch for it.” That was the end of the show.
Ted stayed on the stage to talk with anyone interested, and I was at the back of the small group. Finally standing face to face with him I said, “Ted, loved the show. Best one I’ve seen to date. Ted, I don’t want to wait 6 months for the album. Here’s my name and address and $5. Will you mail me one from the US please?” He took the piece of paper and the fiver and said, “Sure, I’ll mail it.” I had no doubt at that moment, he genuinely intended to mail it.
In those Days the Canadian Dollar was worth more than the US Dollar, and an album was only $3 American, so the cost was covered. My friends and I left the show totally satisfied.
The next Day I was mentally flailing myself thinking ‘why do I get carried away in my enthusiasm? It always ends up costing me more money. I paid twice to get in.’ While I had the faint hope the album would arrive, it didn’t, and eventually I forgot all about it. Naturally, with his busy lifestyle, sending it would lose priority for Ted within days. It was no big deal for me.
In 1975, I quit my position of ‘National Marketing Representative, Mining Division, Dominion Engineering Works Ltd. of Montreal without having another position to move on to. The next Day, February 1, I had a Spiritual Awakening that totally changed my outlook on life and this Material World. The Executive Personal Agency was sending me to fantastic job opportunities, but I talked about my Spiritual awakening and religion doesn’t mix in job interviews.
There was 1 interview with a California Company, I thought went very well. The Sales Manager seemed so interested in my experience, I thought I got the Position. Calling the Personal Agency the next Day, the man handling my account asked me “what happened?” I asked him what he meant? Didn’t I get the Job, I asked? He said no. but he did tell me the Company interviewer said, “he didn’t know what I was high on, but he sure wished he had some.”
I didn’t realize it then, but I did have a new job searching for the Word of God, and 8 months later, with shoulder length hair, beard and new found Faith, sold all my possessions, put on a back pack, and leaving Family and Friends in my Spiritual Wake, entered the US to seek the upcoming Spirit of ’76, the 200th Anniversary of the 1776 US Revolution.
It was one of the best years of my 75 years, including the experience 3 Days into the Journey when I found myself deep inside the Black Ghetto of Trenton, New Jersey, where White People don’t go in Daylight, at 1:30 in the morning. I was surrounded by some 30 Black youths, and 1 of them was saying he was taking my backpack and it belonged to him. I walked out of that scene with my backpack unmolested, the story you can read here. Everywhere I went, People treated me like a king as I hitchhiked through some 40 States.
For a Time during the Winter of 1976, for the 1st Time in my Life, I lived in warm, sunny Venice Beach, California. I had a free place to stay half a block from the Ocean. I washed dishes at Suzanne’s Kitchen on the boardwalk Friday to Monday for $1 an hour and meals. I had another job setting up the patio tables and chairs at The Sea and Shore Restaurant at 7am, also on the boardwalk. For doing that, I got a full breakfast and could sit on the patio with free coffee all Day long, talking with anybody and everybody. I was invited to party more than Time allowed.
One afternoon, I was walking on Santa Monica Boulevard, and passing by the Santa Monica Civic Center, the marquee announced Ted Nugent for 2 nights, and this was the afternoon of the 2nd night. My instantaneous 1st thought was, ‘Jesus! That guy owes me $5.’
Being psyched right up, I rushed back to the apartment, and wrote a simple flowing note essentially saying the same as I recount at the beginning of this story from 1971. The note ended with these words, “Ted, I don’t expect you to pay me back the $5, but seeing that I am in Santa Monica, I would appreciate being your guest at the Concert Tonight, to see how you have progressed these last 5 years?”
I got really excited and going on the Boardwalk, showed it to a friend. He also got excited saying, “That’s going to work!” By the end of the afternoon, I showed the note to 4 other friends, and they all got excited saying, “That’s going to work!” We all gathered in the apartment ready to go when someone I met a month earlier as I was hitchhiking in Laguna Beach, arrived unexpectedly, driving his father’s big black Cadillac Limousine. The Signs were good!
When we got to the Arena, there were masses of young people with no tickets held behind Police barriers across the street. I told my friends the only way this is going to work is if I get this note in Ted Nugent’s hands, and there is no way 7 of us could hide by the Stage Door without being discovered. I told them to wait as long as it took, and I’d be back to get them, assuring them I wouldn’t go in without them.
Hiding in some bushes by the Stage Door, eventually Ted Nugent arrived in a Volvo with 2 other People. Going right up to him I said, “Ted, please read this note.” He did, and looking at me said, “Is this True, Brother?” I said, “Honest to God Ted, that’s the Truth.” Just like that he said, “You’re in.”
Not knowing Ted Nugent, discretion told me it was not the Time to mention my friends, and as we approached the Stage Door, a guy sitting behind a desk just doing his job, asked me my name? He had a list of names of people allowed in and said, “Your name’s not on the list. You can’t get in.” Ted Nugent said, “He’s with me.” The guy just following his instructions said, “His name’s not on the list. He can’t get in.” Ted said, “You didn’t hear me. He’s with me.” The guy blindly doing his job said, “He can’t get in. His name’s not on the list” and I was being shuffled by the bouncers as the tone and tension rose.
I was flabbergasted, and I expect everyone else was too, when Ted said, “Listen! I’m his pass and he’s in, and if he’s not in, there’s no show Tonight.” Of course, the guy backed down right away, and I was given a Back Stage Pass. The people who got out of the Volvo with Ted stayed at the Stage Door as I walked with him I didn’t know where? Opening a door off a hallway, there were 6 of the most beautiful women most males would fantasize over, and Ted went to a table along the Wall, and sitting on it with his legs crossed, the 6 women formed a semi-circle around him and the table.
I was shunted off to the side like the proverbial fly on the Wall, watching the scene before my eyes. I was munching on munchies, and it looked like Ted was feasting on the women with his eyes thinking God knows what? I soon realized he was psyching himself up with energy for the show, and I didn’t want to interrupt that. It wouldn’t be cool to say, ‘Ted, I have 6 friends outside, Can they come in?” All the while I was thinking. ‘Jesus, give me some ideas how to make this work?’ My friends outside were my main priority.
Eventually someone opened the door and said, “Ted, you’re on in 5 minutes.” He got up and I followed him walking rapidly down a hallway. I said, “Ted, I saw you were psyching your self up for the show, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I have some friends outside, and it would be very good if they be allowed in to make this a very memorable evening.” He said he’d like to help, but he didn’t have Time. Replying “I understand that, but it’s important these people be let in to make this an exceptionally memorable show Tonight.” At this point he turned into another door and I being desperate said, “Ted, you give me authority to use your name, and I promise you, the energy at the concert Tonight will be twice as high as it was last night.” He said “OK! OK! You can use my name” and closed the door
I went down to the Stage Door where the 2 people who arrived with Ted were still there, and said, “Ted just got called on Stage, and he didn’t have Time to attend to this himself, but I have some friends outside, and he said you can let them in.” The guy asked, how many? I said 6 and he said, “go get them!”
I thought, ‘O Joy! Thank you sweet Lord.’ My friends waited, and all 6 were let in through the Stage Door, but without a Back Stage pass. That was the one and only Time I used his name. In our little section on the floor, we were ecstatic and had a fabulously good Time. It was contagious to those around us.
As the band did the encore, I told my friends I was going backstage but I was not going to stay, so wait.
I never saw Ted Nugent again, but as the band came off the high stage, I mixed in the middle as a swarm of people were moving rapidly down a hallway. The band was not at the Stage Door and did not witness what happened. They didn’t know me, but one band member said to another exactly these words, ” Man, I don’t understand it. The energy out there Tonight was twice as high as it was last Night.” Hearing those words, I rejoined my friends, got in the Limousine and went for a Pizza, totally thrilled with the experience.
These 43 years later, I don’t remember their names, but it’s probable each of those 6 tell this story from Time to Time as an exceptional Night in their Life.
One’s eyes are the windows to the soul; while looking into the crystalline eyes of a newborn, one can catch a glimpse of a soul that has gazed upon God itself, an immaculate being returning from infinity, once more setting foot on the mortal plane, another chance; another journey began on the road of endless possibilities.
While staring into a newborn’s eyes, one takes a peek in the realm of God; it’s mesmerizing to witness such divine purity; it’s mesmerizing because it reminds us of what we once were, and gives us hope of what we may once be…
Though, untainted at birth, as one grows, the seeds of anger, jealousy, greed and hatred will soon sprout in one’s innocent heart, slowly growing, becoming a dark impenetrable forest, clouding the soul and dimming the light that once shone from one’s eyes.
After wandering through life, roaming the many paths of earthly existence, unknowingly indulging in society’s ungodly temptations, one may be fortunate enough to set foot on the warrior’s path; one may be even blessed with the strength and grace to keep said path up to the moment of returning the body to the elements.
What is the warrior’s path, one may ask?
The warrior is not a raging beast, a ruthless killing machine skilled in battle and bloodshed, no…
A warrior is anyone, any single one that can fight with honor and courage for a just cause in any way deemed right.
A warrior may be a soldier sacrificing himself heroically so others can flee the enemy, feeling in his heart that his time has come, he dives in battle for the greater good; he doesn’t look back, as he has no doubt, for he knows what is righteous and nothing will stop him until his last breath leaves his body.
A warrior may be a writer with a shattered heart, watching his brothers and sisters being subjugated by tyrannical rule; he courageously draws his sword, the mighty pen and writes tirelessly, fighting against what he deems wicked, day and night forging words that inspire hope and passion into the hearts of his brethren, words that undermine and mock authority; writing no matter the cost or the fate.
A warrior may be a mother, tired and broken, but still pulling through whatever hardships life has to throw at her, so she can raise her beloved offspring; working with dignity anything that is needed to provide, showing her children, by example, the art of living with honor and an enlightened heart, living selflessly in love’s grace.
A warrior may be a politician, bound by rules and regulations, suppressed by the higher powers controlling him; a politician that cannot stand his chains no more, he breaks free; rebelling, defying the structures that give him money and power, he is now one of the people; he draws a line in the sand as he makes his stand against the wicked, holding the ground of what is humane and right, unmoved by what he can lose, his soul stands tall, veraciously shining hope for the weak and striking fear into the hearts of those who he has betrayed.
A warrior may be a doctor with a dream to help heal the wounded world, another soulful dreamer doing whatever he can to banish suffering; a doctor that, when the time has come, will go to hell and back just to try to save the life of his worst enemy; he will even try to save the murder that took away his mother’s life; for in his heart he knows no boundaries for the sacredness of life, he has compassion for every being, no matter what.
Only after walking the warrior’s path for a long enough time, one toughens the mind and strengthens the will, but ultimately… softens the heart; using these tools one can continuously chip away at the dark forest’s vile trees that have been clouding the soul, after the last of them has been brought down, there will be no more trees, no more seeds, no more hope for evil deeds; only after that will one’s true light shine its might through the soul’s gates, one’s own eyes.
From an unknowing newborn the light of untainted innocence shines, for some time, but it is so fragile and corruptible… from the soul of an innocent warrior, the one with a scarred heart still filled with love, with a shattered soul, mended back whole countless of times, with eyes that have witnessed all of the horrors this world can spawn, still remaining compassionate; those eyes that shine light so bright and pure that can pierce through hell itself, effortlessly; that is true innocence, the innocence of the saints, incorruptible and everlasting.
Stranger, I urge you! Find the warrior’s path inside one’s self and start walking it today, walk this life’s journey, whatever it may be, with a pure soul and light heart; I urge you, Stranger, the world needs more innocent warriors, souls that shine like suns, beacons for the millions wandering aimlessly in ignorance’s night.
One’s eyes are the windows to the soul; while looking into the crystalline eyes of a newborn, one can catch a glimpse of a soul that has gazed upon God itself, an immaculate being returning from infinity, once more setting foot on the mortal plane, another chance; another journey began on the road of endless possibilities.
While staring into a newborn’s eyes, one takes a peek in the realm of God; it’s mesmerizing to witness such divine purity; it’s mesmerizing because it reminds us of what we once were, and gives us hope of what we may once be…
Though, untainted at birth, as one grows, the seeds of anger, jealousy, greed and hatred will soon sprout in one’s innocent heart, slowly growing, becoming a dark impenetrable forest, clouding the soul and dimming the light that once shone from one’s eyes.
