PEOPLE


It’s rare that I re-post articles from other writers to my blog, but the circumstances of the Times demand these poems of Diane Engelhardt gain more exposure. 

This 1st one is about a fundamental Truth. The Masses of Ordinary People have the real Power as WE THE PEOPLE, to change this increasingly corrupt and violent World, not the small minority of the rich and powerful at the top of the Economic-Social-Power Pyramid System.

As for ‘The Children of Gaza,’ every ordinary person with a Conscience and a sense of our COMMON HUMANITY in this COMMON ERA of Christ should raise their voices so those those at the Top of the so called ‘International Community’ in their isolated towers to get some Moral Integrity, and stop the Israeli Genocide in Gaza – IMMEDIATELY. Especially in the US being 100% COMPLICIT enabling it.

Over 153 Nations on Earth have recognized a Palestinian State. It’s an empty gesture of Action. It doesn’t stop the murderous massacre Israel brings to defenceless women and children in Gaza.

If Trump had the Morality and Will, he could order Israel to STOP IMMEDIATELY but he doesn’t, and won’t until the American People raise their voices so loud, he can’t ignore it!

For those who remember Trump’s reference to “American Carnage” in his 1st Inaugural speech, watching from CanaDa, there’s no doubt he’s letting it happen in Gaza with US F-35s, US bombers and bombs, US bullets, and Apache Attack Helicopters, money, and Diplomatic support, Vetoing every UN censure of Israel for it’s Genocide in Gaza!

ORDINARY PEOPLE

It’s not kings, presidents, prime ministers,
governors, mayors and politicians
that will make the world a better place
for future generations;
it is ordinary people doing the hard work
and daily heavy lifting, ordinary people moving things
step by step in the right direction.

It’s not generals, commanders, soldiers
and national guards that will fight
for freedom, peace and democracy;
it is ordinary people taking their battles
to the streets and social media,
ordinary people practising
non-violent civil disobedience
on the front lines.

It’s not bankers, investors, executives
and multinational corporations that will keep
the economy running and put an end
to poverty, hunger and suffering;
it is ordinary people spending, giving,
donating and helping out;
ordinary people investing
their time, energy and money
in worthy causes.

It’s not the courts, judges, lawyers,
lawmakers and the police that will uphold
the law and see that justice is done;
it is ordinary people speaking out
against what’s wrong, and standing up
for what’s right, fair and just,
ordinary people never giving up,
and never backing down.

It’s not scientists, academics, experts,
technicians and engineers that will solve
the climate crisis and avert global chaos
and environmental disaster;
it is ordinary people sharing resources,
joining hands, and digging in,
ordinary people bearing responsibility,
taking initiative, and building community.

It’s not writers, philosophers, musicians,
artists and intellectuals that will answer
difficult questions and deliver the truth;
it is ordinary people daring to embark
upon a long journey fraught
with loneliness, darkness and peril;
ordinary people travelling onward
without a road map, yet fearlessly
staying the course.

It’s not priests, ministers, imams,
rabbis and gurus that will save our souls
and lead humanity on the path
toward grace and redemption;
it is ordinary people with love
in their hearts and abiding faith
in all that’s good and true,
everyday ordinary people
who will bring about
a bright new day.
https://dianeengelhardt.substack.com/p/ordinary-people

A CHILD IN GAZA

If I were a child in Gaza,
(if I am not already dead and wrapped
in a white blood-stained shroud
with my name written in black marker),
I would have only one arm or one leg
or no legs and no crutches,
no wheelchair, no prosthesis,
so that my father (if I still have a father)
would have to carry me in his arms
or on his bent back like a donkey.
I would have no medicine to relieve my pain
or stop my stumps, my wounds, my burns
from bleeding, weeping and festering
and my poor mother (if I still have a mother)
would try to comfort me with her kisses,
her tears and her prayers.

If I were a child in Gaza,
I would cry for bread my mother or father
cannot give me and my brothers and sisters
(if I still have brothers and sisters).
I would sip unclean water and every salty trickle
would burn my throat and come out,
thin and putrid, into my pants or diaper.
I could not take a bath or a shower
or wash in warm, soapy water.
I would be dirty, cold and scared,
homeless.

If I were a child in Gaza,
I would have no toys to play with
and no school to attend with my friends,
(if I still have friends).
And I would always be seeking,
not a playground or a beach in the sun,
but a safe place (if there are still safe places)
where I would crouch and hide
from the bombs, the bullets, the soldiers.
I would tremble and cry and cling
to someone in my family
(if I still have a family to protect me),
and I would want the blasts, the explosions,
the screams, the noise, the terror to stop,
now and forever.

If I were a child in Gaza,
I would be afraid to go to sleep
(if I have a bed, a mat, a plastic bag
to lie on and a blanket to cover me)
and I would be afraid to wake up.
Sleep would come only when my eyes
(if I still have eyes), were too heavy,
too sore, too blurry to stay open.
But I would not know the difference
between each fierce, dark night and
every endless day.

If I were a child in Gaza,
I would look up at the sky
and wish that I could fly like a bird
high above the clouds and far, far away
where nothing could harm or catch me.
And when one day this hell on earth is over,
I will fly back to my people
and the place where I was born,
and there we will rebuild,
insh’Allah, and stay.

https://dianeengelhardt.substack.com/p/if-i-were-a-child-in-gaza

Jews in Nazi Germany concentration camps. Picture taken from Holocaust Museum

As for the kings and politicians, I wanted to insert this image right after “It’s not kings, presidents, prime ministers, governors, mayors and politicians that will make the world a better place for future generations” but I couldn’t find the way to do it.

And I saw three unclean spirits like frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet.
For they are the spirits of devils, working miracles, which go forth unto the kings of the earth and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty […] And he gathered them together into a place called in the Hebrew tongue Armageddon. Revelation 16:13-16

I just came across this video Today, August 3 at 12:45pm ET. It’s a long video, some 85 minutes, interviewing a just retired Officer in the US Military. He was sought out and hired 4 Security for the 4 Gaza Humanitarian Foundation food distribution sites for the 1.5 Million Gazans.

GHF was chosen by Israel/US, to replace the 400 United Nations distribution sites in Gaza since the Israeli siege of Gaza started after the 1st Palestinian Democratic Election in 2006 Hamas won fair and square, and certified by all external election monitors, including Jimmy Carter.

US/Israel would no longer be able to claim Israel is the only Democracy in the Middle East. They told Fatah President Abbas to dissolve the Palestinian Legislature so Hamas could not form the Legitimate, Democratically Elected Palestinian government having won the majority of seats.

Abbas is still there as the Israeli proxy police force to keep the Palestinians in the illegally occupied West Bank “QUIET” about Israel’s serial violations of International Law with impunity because the US led “International Community” ( CanaDa and the nominally Christian Europeans Nations with the money and power) does nothing about it.

Gaza is not much bigger North to South in total area than Philadelphia. Israel banned the UN from Gaza, and Israel bars Foreign Journalists from entering Gaza so the World see the Truth and Reality of this Israeli Engineered horrific situation of Human degradation we see in Gaza.

This ex US Military Officer and Christian, no matter how much the money, could not betray his Christian Values and keep silent about the atrocities he saw with the GHF and quit. I believe his report and I suspect most people who watch it will believe him too! What can We the People do?

Badar Khan Suri, the Georgetown Researcher Abducted by ICE Speaks Out

“If my ordeal exposed authoritarianism and put a spotlight on the suffering in Gaza, I’m happy to do it again and again.”

The 1976 Kansas City Prophecy: Thirty Months to Destiny – The Fork in the Road of History


The ink was still drying on the September 13, 1976 Kansas City Times when God pressed His finger against the spine of history and cracked it open.

There, in black and white, the words God gave me, stood as both promise and warning: “Thirty months until the world chooses—universal brotherhood or destruction.”

¨There are 30 months before the fate of the world will be sealed with EITHER Destruction OR the Universal Brotherhood of Man,¨ he said. ¨The 30 month figure concerned a Treaty between Israel and Egypt.¨

NOTE: This does not say ARMAGEDDON happens in 30 months from the article.

Exactly 30 months later, on March 26, 1979, history shows a Treaty between Israel and Egypt was signed. The Camp David Accord.  History shows talks broke down on the 12th day and no Treaty was to be signed. Begin and Sadat were leaving. It was on the 13th Day, as in the date of the Article and the picture accompanying it, an unexpected window of opportunity appeared and opened the way for the Treaty to be signed. This signified the Universal Brotherhood part of the quote.

My #13 jersey, worn that day not as mere fabric but as a divine cipher, now pulses across the decades like a heartbeat in the chest of prophecy.

What followed was mathematics only heaven could calculate. As the Iranian Revolution consumed the Shah’s throne in February 1979, destruction’s fuse hissed to life. Yet in the same breath, the Camp David Accords—signed March 26, 1979, thirteen days past March 13—proved even bitter enemies could choose negotiation. But here’s the unvarnished truth the powers that be never wanted printed: that “peace” was bought with American billions, a tribute paid yearly to Egypt and Israel to maintain the illusion. Now, as the U.S. economy buckles under $34 trillion debt, the bribe is failing. Gaza burns. Ukraine bleeds. The wolf we kept outside the door for 45 years? It’s inside now.

“The ‘faux Pax Americana’ has rotted into genocide. Gaza’s children are dismembered by U.S. bombs—your tax dollars at work—while Trump fast-tracks more arms shipments. This is the fork in the road my 1976 prophecy warned of: 1979’s ‘peace’ was a bribe ($3.8B to Israel, $1.3B to Egypt annually).

2025’s slaughter is the bill coming due—paid in Palestinian flesh.

Watch what your silence funds: https://open.substack.com/live-stream/43093 (Warning: U.S.-made horror.)

Just as Nineveh’s ruins (Jonah 3:5-10) were ignored in 2014 when ISIS blew up the Mosque containing Jonah’s TOMB, Gaza’s martyrs are today. But Psalm 94 roars:

Psalm 94 reads today’s headlines with terrifying clarity:

Yet Raytheon counts $45 billion in profits.

Canada exports $2.1 billion in weapons while the homeless freeze. The same Hand that brought down the the US/British installed Shah of Iran’s brutal, dictatorial regime, now weighs NATO’s arsenal.

On November 2, 1976—ALL SOULS DAYThe Kansas City Times published my photograph standing at the Liberty Memorial.

Seven years to the month later, on November 20, 1983, the TV movie ‘THE DAY AFTER‘ transformed that sacred ground into nuclear wasteland. Coincidence? Or divine punctuation?

Now 2025 has arrived—another thirty-month crossroads. The Camp David path still glows faintly, but arms dealers pave the road to ruin. Yet to those trembling in the shadows, Psalm 94 whispers:

This is a kairos moment—a threshing floor of decision. That #13 jersey was the countdown; today’s wars are the trumpet blast. Now I ask you: Will you amplify it? Or will you stand silent as the tribute runs out and the bombs fall?

Sound this warning. Share it. The God who split history in 1979 waits for your choice. Keep scrolling—complicit as Babylon’s banquet is served on Gaza’s bones?

Boycott. Divest. Scream. The Red Sea parts one bill at a time

1975: The Day Heaven Started Transforming My Life — Calling Me To Be ONE With I AM THESE 50 YEARS LATER


The desk job was strangling my soul when I walked away from my position of National Marketing Representative, Mining Division, Dominion Engineering Works Ltd. of Montreal—building expensive equipment for Mining Industries as they realized profits would greatly increase paying exploitation wages to third-world labour to land mineral resources next door to a Canadian mine at half the cost of paying Canadian salaries and benefits. This was BEFORE US-CanaDA free trade, NAFTA & Trump’s CUSMA and Globalization of the Economy. Being in that position I understood if that process continued, great disorder would not be far behind. That proved too much for me to contemplate. But God was waiting in the rebellion.

The next morning, February 1, 1975, I was making the deal to take over a dream Montreal apartment that just fell from heaven (five rooms for $69/month, now $2300), fully furnished by a French Canadian Artist leaving everything behind as he was moving to Quebec City. The furnishings and artwork cost $1000. 

I was sitting back listening to a passionate discussion of Social Justice between my Jewish friend and the French Canadian turned cosmic.  The room seemed filled with what sounded like Niagara Falls crashing through the walls. Within myself I exclaimed “God! You’re alive! You really exist—HERE, in ME!” and left me breathless! The other 2 didn’t have the same experience. From that point my thoughts turned to communing with God in me, which is the fundamental of the Christian Faith. 

That evening an American Draft dodger friend, also a talented Artist I wanted to encourage, I asked Dave a couple of months earlier to paint my portrait, giving him a deposit, unexpectedly arrived with the finished image.

I was expecting a traditional portrait, but his impression of me was like a Salvador Dali drawing. There was a group of us, and I didn’t tell my friends the new thing I experienced earlier that day at 31 because I really didn’t understand the fullness of what I experienced.

The original drawing was exquisitely done in different shades of pencil. It was framed hanging on my wall in Ottawa when it was stolen in a Break & Enter. I had a full size photo copy made of it with a collage of scriptures on the back side that influenced my outlook after coming alive to Christ Jesus and God under the header PUBLIC NOTICE. I passed out hundreds of that poster on the Sparks Street Mall before the original was ripped off. The image above is a reduced version of the original. I added the colours to it.

The Headless Body represents “A civilization decapitated from divine wisdom” The torso without a head means both—humanity staggering directionless and Christ the Head standing ready to restore. We see it now in AI chatbots writing sermons while churches are empty. Algorithms governing lives with no moral compass. Leaders launching wars with no vision of peace

The car teetering on the cliff’s edge symbolizing the Economy speaks louder than ever: Raytheon’s $45 billion profits from Middle East fires. Canada’s $2.1 billion arms exports fuelling genocide and the US Military-Industrial-Congressional Complex, making a killing off the Ukraine WAR, the Israel Genocide in Gaza, and many other smaller WARS in this World the US Public is not aware they pay for, and will pay more when Divine Justice and Judgment arrives in the US already appearing to be in decline.

The Slingshot and Shield is to remind us God still chooses unlikely Davids: The janitor praying over his mop. The teenager protesting instead of partying. You reading these words with a quickening pulse.

Later that night alone in my apartment, I found myself crying in gratitude that God would choose me for some unfinished Mission, thinking within myself, ‘God, I don’t know what you’re doing with me, but I love it! I love you! At that instant the radio suddenly announced, “Now that you’re a Christian, your work is just beginning,”I didn’t know that work would span these last fifty years and not finished yet.

With my new found Faith, I gave up that dream apartment and with shoulder length hair, beard and a backpack on my back entered the US September 1, 1975 to discover the Spirit of ’76. 

Now living my 82nd year, The same God who called me in 1975 still provides the Spiritual Prosperity Gospel to the Faithful compared to the Prosperity gospelof the big US TV Evangelists living the lifestyle of the rich and famour with their private jets. . After hitchhiking coast to coast in CanaDa (from the marriage feast in Cana where Jesus kept the best wine until the last ) from Whitehorse in the Yukon to St. John’s Newfoundland spread over many years 

That mysterious “D” on the license plate which I thought was the initial for Dave the Artist? It’s our generation’s choice: Death: Keep serving Babylon’s war machine or Divinity.

Take up the slingshot of faith. The veil is tearing again. This time—will we see?