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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Maybe the Lord had to do something drastic to save us from ourselves after we screwed up the real world in the Garden? It’s a proposition that has always made sense to me. The Scripture does indeed claim that someday a very real “Great Reset” will be the final reality.
The Second Coming of Christ indeed will be the true Great Reset. On that day, do we have any wonder what the world elites will do? On that day, all will go on their knees—some through joy, some through terror.
In Hinduism there is the concept of “Maya”.
“Maya connotes a magic show, an illusion where things appear to be present but are not what they seem”.
This is what we are living through these days. Nothing that once constituted sources of authority, be those the media, government proclamations or the academy, bears any relation—except by accident—to reality. Their goals are to redirect, to misinform, to obscure, to confuse. To speak the truth has itself become a crime.
Naturally this cannot go on forever. This entire shambolic construct will one day come to its end. Due to the nature and mentalities of those in power, this end will be violent—perhaps extremely so. Between truth and lies there can be no compromise, no gray areas, no nuance, no half measures. Darkness will never surrender, any more than a cancer will surrender.
“Para eliminar la rabia, hay que matar el perro.”
Prepare. And choose wisely.
Yes Mike…. There is no hope in a world of death for the humanists. Their god of scientism is nothing more than a fickle bitch. Artificial intelligence and the post modern sorcery of gene therapy is nothing but the same nonsense as Ponce De Leon’s dream of the fountain of youth. Every knee will bend.
Instead of attempting to listen to millions of philosophical lies, truly intelligent people should be seriously contemplating the simple proposition presented in “Pascal’s wager”.
I believe I’m responsible for us, not anybody else. I believe the choices I made twenty thirty years ago to begin our journey into preparedness, was exactly what was in our best interests. I believe God gave us each Reason/ Logic, to make informed choices.
I’m not counting on another living soul outside my klan to get thru.
I trust my dog Daisy, my cat Ellie more then most people.
I’m daily amused at folks who are not charting their own course, but allowing others to dictate your future. Bad shits coming, it is our own Govt i despises, I don’t trust. They’ve proven themselves to be liars cheaters, communist.
Theirs a storm coming. Your going to need more then a rain coat.
I second everything you wrote. If a man remains unprepared after all that has happened in the past few years, his survival depends solely upon luck. And luck is in short supply among those blind, oblivious and ignorant to events around them. Men cannot afford to be careless.
I put my faith in God, my friends and associates, and mister Smith and mister Wesson. And there the list ends.
I’ve long contended that blaming anyone else for just about anything that happens to you is a big mistake. As soon as you do so you’re given up control, it’s they fault, their actions, so you can’t do anything but cry about it.
If instead of whining about what they, whoever, did, you think about what you could have done or can do to change the situation, you then understand the control of your life, your world, is yours, your alone, not in their hands.
Keep that in mind, and as Ol’ Remus, RIP, said over and over, avoid crowds, and you’ll be right.
Every terrible thing that happened in my life is because of…me. It has only been by the Grace of God that I am not in prison or dead.
Amen Mike, but I’ve seen that we each have the ability to place ourselves in positions of luck. We make our own luck, based on knowledge and logic.
Luck, Karma, Insight, one has the ability to make it happen often, but not always! Luck can often be a gift from god
Those are blessed moments.
If not you, then who?
Twas ever thus.
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