As the struggle to make ends meet, feed our families, keep a roof over our heads, pay for a rising cost of living, with stagnant or falling income, forces and pressures are building that are making more and more people feel like Mr. Beale, “I’m as mad as Hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore” from the 1976 movie ‘Network.’
The words Mr. Beal spoke in 1976 were prophetic and Timeless, and are just as True for the realities of Today
Powerful and rich Mr. Jensen delivers his ‘corporate cosmology’ to the Mad Prophet of the Airways in the link below. Only with the benefit of hindsight can we see the 1976 movie was prophetic and current for our Time 36 years later as the world wakes up to see and realize the Global Corporatocracy that has consolidated power and control over every material aspect in the lives of the people-consumers of this world.
Unawares to me, earlier that Saturday, March 5, before I uploaded this report later that night, Michael Moore spoke to the Protesters in Madison, Wisconsin.
His speech contained similar themes to those in this 1976 movie ‘Network.” At the 19 minute mark he had the crowd chanting, “We have had it” a thought very similar to “I’m as mad as Hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore.”
I was happy to discover the Michael More video the next day, as in the Spirit transcending National boundaries, Space and Time.
This article was the lead paragraphs in the article ‘TV & POPULAR CULTURE: IDOLS, ADVERTISING AND UNREAL REALITY’ posted on March 5.
This Blog, being a work in progress, I thought it better to separate that article which was much too long for a Society accustomed to 30 second sound bytes, with attention deficit disorder to greater or lessor degrees, and give it a new current title.
The following video from the 70’s is strong evidence the more things change, the more they remain the same.
I rejoiced with the election of this new smiling Pope from Venice, Italy. He was the 1st Pope to call himself the 1st since Pope Lando in the Year of the Lord 913.
He abdicated the Throne after 1000 years of Roman Catholic tradition, saying no crown and throne for the Pope who is just a simple priest. The Throne belongs to Christ. Saying that put all the Cardinals, Archbishops and Bishops on notice. He started to clean House. The Old Guard in the Vatican must have been horrified when this new Pope started taking charge, implementing his Vision of Christ in private and public.
The world to this Day, has not perceived or understood the significance of this historic, major symbol of a shift in Power. It announced to the world, the Advent of Christ coming closer to the People.
From the moment he was elected, he smiled and laughed a whole lot unlike his predecessors, and appeared strong and healthy. A month later he was dead. After watching The Borgias series on Bravo, I have to wonder? Was he implementing Change at too fast a pace to the discomfort of the Conservative traditionalists?
Pope Paul VI and Papal Triple Tiara Crown. The last Pope to have a Coronation Ceremony, Crown and Throne.
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.
On my voyage in search of the Spirit of ´76, for a time I washed dishes for $1/hr at Suzanne´s Kitchen on the Boardwalk in Venice, California. I had a free place to stay half a block from the Ocean, and I was invited to party more than I could accept.
Waking every morning to witness the sun rise, I took a one task job at the Sea & Shore Restaurant to set up the patio tables & chairs facing the Ocean at 7am. For doing just that, I got a full breakfast, and for the rest of the day, apart from working at Suzanne´s from 11am to 9pm, I could sit on the patio meeting and greeting people with unlimited free coffee until closing. The bonus was, as a Canadian, it was my 1st Winter in the hot Sun.
One morning, 2 years before the brief Pontificate of Pope John Paul I, I woke up from a dream remembering the vivid images. I was a small child, perhaps 6 or 7, wearing a big, adult, General´s Uniform. The cap covered my ears. The sleeves extended way beyond my hands. The greatcoat and sword crumpled up on the floor.
Standing at the bottom of a great stairway, at the top, crowned and enthroned, was the Pope with all the attendant pomp and ceremony. He got up from the throne, and coming down the stairs, said to me, ¨Here are the Keys.¨
¨You´re giving me the Keys?¨ The Pope answered, ¨Yes.¨
¨You´re giving me the Keys to the Kingdom?¨ The Pope answered, ¨Yes.¨
¨You´re giving me the Keys to the Vatican and the Treasury of the Vatican?¨ In the Dream The Pope answered, ¨It´s all yours, and you can do what you want with it.¨
I said, ¨If it´s all mine, let´s order Champagne for the world, and go uptown Saturday night.¨ Then I woke up.
In the Larger Real World, 2 years later, the Cardinal from Venice, Italy, in FACT and Reality, abdicated the Crown and Throne.
Was the Dream a symbolic, physical representation of the Spirit of this letter?
At the same time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child to him, and set him in the middle of them, And said, Verily I say to you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
This is a radical, revolutionary way of looking at things in a world where people think they know it all and only what they want to know.
The following video clips from ‘Brother Sun Sister Moon,’ the story of the conversion of Francis of Assisi upon returning from the 5th Crusade against Islam in the Middle East in the year 1210, is a fairly good visual graphic of the stairway in the dream I had in Venice, California in the Spirit of ’76. I thank God for the Internet.
In my dream, there was only the stairway which was much higher and steeper than in the movie, with the Pope coming down it and me at the bottom. All the Cardinals and Bishops in the movie were not in my dream, but the Church also being government at that Time, they were the Cabinet Ministers or Cabinet Secretaries, the rich and CEOs of those days. The Church was the way to money and power.
The following clips are the scenes of Francis of Assisi before Pope Innocent III, embedded in this article February 26, 2011, 2 years before Pope Francis appeared in the real world.
I’m still a subsistence worker, just managing from pay to pay, no 3 month reserve. An unexpected van breakdown or traffic fine/tax puts me in the hole. That last part of the dream has not come true – yet. The first part did come true in the real world.
A year later in 1977 I was publicly active in Ottawa, CanaDa’s Capital, giving spontaneous speeches to growing crowds on the Sparks Street Mall. I manoeuvred into the position so I could stand face to face with Prime Minister Trudeau and hand a letter directly to him without any intermediaries from Time to Time as he entered or left the House of Commons . I was in that unique position for 7 years until he quit in 1984, two weeks after representatives on his behalf questioned me at length on my attitude toward him.
Additional details on the circumstances that got me into that unique position with Prime Minister Trudeau can be read here.
Late at night around 10pm on August 3rd 1978, only by chance, I happened to be walking near the Langevin Block as Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau’s limousine and RCMP security detail pulled up.
As Trudeau got out of the car I said, “Peter, feed the sheep.”
The Official Title of the Pope is Successor to the Apostle Peter, and Pierre is Peter in French.
This is a variation of what Christ said to Peter the 1st Pope. I could not say feed “my sheep” because they belong to God, not me. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Alright! Alright! I’ll feed the sheep” and leaped up the stairs to his Office.
Naturally it would seem to be non-nonsensical to the RCMP Officer writing the report below. He had no idea what was in my mind speaking to the Prime Minister not 2 feet away from me.
The world rejoiced with with the election of the Cardinal from Venice, Italy, who became Pope John Paul I. He was relatively young and vibrant with a happy smile and appeared healthy.
Popes were crowned and enthroned like kings up to the election of Pope Paul VI. Pope John Paul I changed all that by abdicating the throne after 1000 years of Catholic tradition. Popes have not been crowned and enthroned since then.
In the real world, Pope John Paul I from Venice Italy acted out the dream I had in Venice California two years earlier.
The world, to this very day, has not perceived and understood this important and significant Spiritual symbol of a shift in power and sign of Christ coming closer to the common people.
A month after the election of John Paul I, moved by the Spirit on September 25, 1978 to convey a new message to Pierre/Peter Trudeau. I called his personal secretary, Cecile Viau, and recounting the previous months Papal events, I left the same message Jesus said to the Apostle Peter a second time, “Peter, feed the sheep.”
I was always connected to her phone through the main PMO switchboard, and only called when Prime Minister Trudeau was out of town if the Spirit of God moved me to deliver a message in any one Day. Otherwise, he left the House to go home for lunch & returning at the same times daily. He was regular leaving at the same time at the end of the Day.
To my surprise, shock and consternation, three days later the new Pope died. I was acting in my FAITH, moved by the Free Spirit of God in that Day I said the words directly to the Prime Minister, and for the 2nd time to his personal Secretary. I had no foreknowledge Popes would die 3 days later 2 times on speaking the words in my Faith.
The world was not aware of these behind the scenes realities. The world media just reported on the big news of Popes dying. God, Trudeau, Cecile Viau, his RCMP Security, and I knew. Unfortunately, Pierre Trudeau and Cecile Viau are no longer with us but the RCMP records remain.
On October 13, 1978, Prime Minister Trudeau made an appearance at Glebe Collegiate Institute in Ottawa to speak to the children prior to what the media called a ¨mini-election¨ of 15 federal ridings having a by-election. Standing at the main entrance to the school as he arrived, I said to the Prime Minister, “Peter, look at the Spirit of the 13. Feed the lambs.” I was wearing my trademark No. 13 jersey that can be seen in the picture below published by The Ottawa Citizen September 10, 1977. Official RCMP VIP Security reports confirm this incident.
The only difference from John’s account in the Bible is Jesus said to Peter, to whom the Pope is Successor, “Feed my Lambs” 1st in the sequence. This is said last in the Spirit of the Day as it is written, But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first. Matthew 19:30
Three days later I was in the Prime Minister’s Suite of a downtown Ottawa hotel watching election returns with Michael John Houlton the Independent Candidate for Ottawa Centre and other friends. Those returns were interrupted with news of the election of Pope John Paul II. Trudeau lost 13 of the 15 by-election seats up for grabs. Trudeau’s election was scheduled. The election of the Pope was not.
The 1st time I reasoned it could just be a co-incidence. What you have just read is exactly the way it happened. What would you think if that was your True Life experience?
For the last 7 years he was Prime Minister, I was in the unique position to be able to directly hand Trudeau a letter from time to time at the door of The Members entrance to the House of Commons as he got in or out of his Limousine. I never met him in private.
While The Ottawa Citizen wrote many stories on my Ottawa activities, the only Time I made the Front Page with Pierre Trudeau was in this lead image from February 2, 1982, as he was entering the National Conference Center for the Conference of First Ministers on the Economy.
The Citizen caption ‘Cheerful Prime Minister Trudeau arrives for another round of talks with provinces’ does not convey the story behind his smile. His limousine had just pulled up to the curb. You can see me between him and the photographer. I have a big smile, wearing a toque and my trademark #13 jersey. I am holding a white sign done in calligraphy on a pole. A rubber snake was coiled at the top of the pole.
As he got out of his car I said, “Prime Minister! Look at my sign! I had it made just for you and the Premiers.” It read: Woe to those who Judge for hire and profit, but not for Justice and Truth.” Obviously he liked the sign, or at least, my initiative on behalf of A Just Society, or maybe just the difference from the usual personalities surrounding him?
Two weeks before he announced he was quitting on February 29, 1984, I was unexpectedly visited and questioned at length by emissaries on his behalf wanting to know my attitude toward him? His RCMP VIP Security had previously determined I was no physical threat to him.
I was disappointed he quit. I liked him and was always respectful toward him in our public meetings, hoping he would do greater things for CanaDa and the world. I have never been moved in my Spirit to approach any other Prime Minister in person like that since him. Prime Minister Harper has personally acknowledged several of my email messages.
Thanking God for the Internet, email is so much more convenient as I approach my 71st year.
It was a great surprise and wonder, when Prime Minister Trudeau moved from The House of Commons to the Cormier House in Montreal. The links below are images of that House.
With no fixed Day for the election of a Pope, I was particularly pleased to see the new Pope was elected on March 13, 2013, having been associated with that number for a long time. With the benefit of hindsight, the video of Francis of Assisi before the Pope in 1210, embedded in this article 2 years before his election, fills me with wonder and anticipation as he attempts to walk in the footsteps of the original Francis to a skeptical world.
But we preach Christ crucified, to the Jews a stumbling block, and to the Greeks foolishness; But to them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men. For you see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called: But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And base things of the world, and things which are despised, has God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: That no flesh should glory in his presence. But of him are you in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption: That, according as it is written, He that glories, let him glory in the Lord.
The year 1973 was significant to me for two reasons; the 1973 oil crisis and a particularly vivid and powerful dream I remembered on waking. It had threads of reality weaved within it as there was a blast of a good time jam packed all inclusive party in the actual apartment I was living in at the time.
At the edge of a deep cliff overlooking the Turcot trainyards of Montreal, I had an unobstructed view of the mighty St. Lawrence River, to the farthest extension of the horizon south to the US of A.
Suddenly, the old, 2 story building collapsed into a pile of rubble as the earth shook violently. Climbing out and shaking the dust off, toward the northern view, I could see the real park across St. Jacques Street in front of my apartment and the high-rise apartment buildings in the distance on the higher cliffs of Notre Dame de Grace swaying back and forth.
A Rolls Royce was parked in the street in front of the rubble that used to be my apartment. Getting in and turning on the radio, the only thing coming over all radio bands was, “You have to go to him. He wants you.”
Thinking that was the person I thought of as my best friend on earth at the time, I drove over to a fabulous dream apartment, not his real life one, having a commanding view of the entire City of Montreal.
“Frank! What’s Happening,” I asked, arriving at this amazing dream apartment. “It looks like the end of the world to me,” he said.
Asking “what do you think we should do?” he said, “If it is the end of the world there isn’t anything we can do about it, so let’s relax and enjoy. If it isn’t the end of the world, lets relax and enjoy anyway.”
He put on a long playing vinyl album on a sound system looking like the kind today’s professionals use. The needle got stuck in the groove, and over and over again it played, “You can’t stay here. You have to go to him. He wants you.”
Stunned on hearing that and backing away from the grand sunken living room, I backed into a tree standing in a corner of the room. The branches of the tree embraced me saying, “You can’t stay here. You have to go to him. He wants you.”
Not knowing who or where he was, I was running on St. Catherine Street as it was in those days. People were running in a panic and I was running in a panic like everyone else.
Bumping into somebody, I fell down and got up. Dodging things falling from the sky, I would stumble and fall. Getting up, I ran and climbed over collapsed rubble, falling and getting up again.
The obstacles seemed endless. Eventually from shear exhaustion, I collapsed and gave up. I couldn’t run any more. At this point, the sky parted, and just a hand came down out of the sky, and picked me up. I woke up being lifted up in the palm of the hand.
Maybe I was a slow learner to put 2 + 2 together, but it took two more years after that dream before I came alive to God or God came alive to me on February 1, 1975 as I was turning 31. That Day was as unexpected and as powerful an experience to me personally, as I imagine was the conversion of Saul on the Road To Damascus.
That hand has been there for me TIME and TIME again since then.
If we cannot face the evils from our Past, and learn from them while it is called Today, we will be ill-equipped to deal with them in the world of Tomorrows of the Future if humanity does not changes it’s values and ways?
For Now we have Faith, Hope and Love, but the Greatest of these is Love.
