Lost people crave a father figure, a natural thing. “Love me and tell me how I can get back on track.”
December 10
Dearest ones, our hearts are so filled with gratitude and admiration for the lives you are leading, the work you are doing, the incredible striving you are attempting.
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It is very hard sometimes, we see that. And yet so unbelievably glorious. So beautiful. At times it must seem almost too much to be borne.
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How can a heart, separated from all the other hearts, take in so much beauty and love and grace?
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On the other hand, there is such suffering. So much detritus and ugliness. How can you hold all of that as well? It seems Herculean. Or perhaps, Sisyphean.
The Greek gods condemned the arrogant Sisyphus to roll a rock up a hill. (Painting by the Italian painter Titian in 1548) Sisyphus was a wicked and ruthless king of the Greek city later known as Corinth. He was so good at tricking people that he figured in his hubris (when a mortal thinks he has intelligence or foresight like the gods) that he could trick the gods as well. Bad move. When the rock reached the top, it would roll right back down the other side — and he had to begin all over again. He symbolizes someone stubbornly doing something futile.
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So today, we are going to suggest that you move away from the duality your plane is renowned for. It will be a perfect day for practicing non-dual seeing, for being in consciousness of all things without attempting
to sort or strive or appreciate or ignore or really, to do anything at all.
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Just witness and allow yourself to become one with the larger consciousness that is the creator of it all.
*** Witnessing without any comment or judgment
Again and again, Eckhart Tolle tells of simply listening with full attention and observing people as they told their tales of woe — and people feeling healing from that alone, that he really listened without any judging.
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Forr that is one singular truth about who you really are. Live this truth with awareness today if you are able. We think you might discover some things about being human that you never even suspected before.
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In the meantime, stay connected to the birds, those beings who can traverse the earth, the air and the water. They may have some wisdom to impart as well.
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What marvelous souls you are! We are here if you need us, all around you in all sorts of form and non-form. And it is our dearest wish to support your journey, so please, call for help in any moment that you are lost.
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Scream and yell for help if you need to. The manner in which you call on us matters not at all.
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We will do everything we can to give you all that you need. You must simply have the courage to ask from your heart.
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Blessings. (E. West)
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…..Lost souls seeking the light
Last night, thanks to donations, I went to a local place, as if guided there by some invisible hand, and ordered a Michelob Ultra beer (just 5 grams of carbs) and a nice “reuben” sandwich (consisting of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, and Russian dressing, grilled between slices of rye bread).
Sure enough, younger people kept coming in and sitting down next to me, and wanting to talk.
The female co-owner gave me several bar tokens (little round wooden coins) for free drinks. Fact is that I play music that people love on the jukebox, customers and barmaids like upbeat tunes, and customers stay longer, order more and fight less. 😉
Every single person I will mention below has heard directly from the town drunk that I am a hate-filled bigot, a racist, a wicked Nazi who hates freedom, a fake Marine, a loser, swindler, and a wife-beating bastard…. This from a woman who just got her eighth DUI in ten years and did two days in jail before bonding out (a bond is, to over-simplify, cash paid to stay out of jail) until her trial.
Knowing thus from Saint H that I am “such a POS” (an exact quote) 😉 , they still come and sit next to me. 😉
As in the spiritual reading above, it is about them witnessing me. What they see, feel and sense.
It is not about them thinking about me, with all the mental chatter and the running commentaries. Then they hear the words of a lowlife. Or they recall reading in total shock the radically racist, antisemitic, and pro-Hitlern and swastika stuff on my site.
But their witnessing is this: “I feel good around John. He always listens and cares.”
There was an attractive gal, tall and blondish with green eyes, around 37, who used to make tons of money with her last husband (a hispanic with whom she at least had no kids). But now she is divorced, can’t control her teenage son, and she got deservedly fired from a local job.
She was telling me how she lost her dad when she was seven. (Someone else last night told me he also knew her father. They were hauling something across the iced-over Ontonagon River but the ice cracked, he went under, and got carried away under the ice. White privilege, eh….He died working to feed his family. There are so many blue-collar jobs where white men literally risk their life to “bring home the bacon.”)
Well, she got a call and she had to leave. But then she did this; she hugged me like a dad, really hard, with her warm neck against mine.
She was witnessing to an aura and an essence. Not mentally chattering.
“I don’t know what it is, and I don’t understand his politics or what he has against the blacks and the jews [LOL — try reading one of my articles 😉 ; I do make all that pretty clear], but I feel good around John.”
Next was a former Navy submariner. Two kids, now divorced. Nice guy but immature when I first met him. Cute daughter, half-Irish from her dad, and looked it: dark hair, freckles and blue eyes. I stopped once at her little lemonade stand when she was a little girl.
He just finished six months in jail on some drug charge. Broke. Showed me the scar from his slashed wrists.
He could get a $1,o00 loan, but no one he knows (and thus who knows him… 😉 ) will co-sign it.
What God in his tough love had done with this guy was allow the consequences of his actions to catch up with him and sober him up. His boyish vibe was gone. He had changed.
He kept asking me “What are you up to these days?”
He actually wanted something specific, so I revealed I’m starting a new spiritual movement.
He said, “Spiritual, eh? Sounds like what I need…. but not a religion. I’m not into religion. Nothing churchy.”
I dig it. I said: “You mean no myths, no lies, no fairy tales, and no exploitation or mind control, no cult or holier-than-thou.”
“Right.”
He said: “I have done some stupid things. And when I get up in the morning I intend to make changes, but I fall back by the afternoon into the old stuff. Why is that?”
I said: “Well, you know how a schizophrenic is, talking to himself on the street?”
“Yeah.”
“His mind has become a separate thing and is torturing him.
With schizophrenics you can really see it, but in reality, most people are somewhat schizophrenic. Their mind is their enemy. It loves it when they suffer, and it makes them do things they do not want to do. Then they get angry at themself:
“Why, WHY did I just do that? Why did I just say that to my wife? Why did I just blow money I don’t have, or order a double-quarter pounder [at McDonalds] even after getting chest pains?”
I said: “I’ll show you that you are an eternal soul, and your mind must obey your soul, not take over and sadistically run your life for you. There are hard, scientific studies on reincarnation, and OBEs, Out-of-Body Experiences, and on NDEs, Near-Death Experiences. We are souls having a human experience, and all this pain you went through could really change you into a better person, happier and stronger. It wasn’t necessarily wasted.”
He listened very carefully.
I then mentioned a problem with my smart phone, and he figured out the problem (a SIM card) over a 40-minute conversation with a tech support person from ATT.
He asked for my number as he was leaving and said: “John, I’d like to be able to call you… you know, sometime.”
I said sure, and gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. 🙂
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Then a tall, good-looking young guy came in and HE sat next to me. A chef and drummer in an alternative rock band.
There was something off and lefty about him. It is that faraway look in their eyes, that libtard cloud.
He told me how his restaurant, where he was the chef, had closed due to the lockdown. He lost his house, unable to make the mortgage payments.
What dismayed me most was his slightly faggy voice. So many of these young guys have low-T, as do many men in older age groups. There was sort of a girlish petulance about him, an emotionalism that was not quite masculine.
He said he hated the churches and was into Odinism, but he did not believe in the afterlife. I said, “Well, how about Hel and Niflheim”? 😉
“Yeah…” he smiled back.
I continued: “Odin was an old soul who gave up an eye for enlightenment. And he hung on a tree for three days. He became a god through pain and change.”
He looked at me, his mouth slightly open, as if a light bulb were appearing over his head. 😉
A friend called and he got up. He shook my hand, asked for my name and number, and then shook my hand again and looked me in the eye.
His eye was less cloudy. 🙂 Wheels were turning.
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In my last life people would say I was “like an older brother.”
In this one, it is like the dad they never had.
And in their misery they want an authentic faith to live by.
Not by some flake.
But by a man who has run a country.
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….Recent donations
— 5 December 2021 $90 via PayPal from H in California
— 4 December 2021 another 300 euros (same in US dollars) from the heroic M in France, a working man, btw, not some millionaire!!!!!
Menhirs, prehistoric sacred boulders in celtic Carnac, Brittany, France
— 3 December 2021 500 euros (same in US dollars) via PP from S in Germany
Castle Eutin, Schleswig-Holstein in northern Germany; I was here with the Marines in 1979 with a NATO “Reforger” exercise nd went through the town of Angeln, whence the “Anglos” in Anglo-Saxons. The last Reich president, Admiral Karl Dönitz, ran the last German government from here in May 1945.
— 30 November 2021 US$100 via PayPal from V in Denmark
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“Ramund” (hin unge) is a Danish folksong from around the 1600s. I am playing a nyckelharpa, an ancient Swedish instrument. It started to storm as I played. “Ramund” has around 20 verses, and there are different versions written down. It is mainly about Ramund, a man who goes to battle with the Jætter / trolls and then sails to the emperor to take his daughter to marry and then decapitates the emperor.
— 27 November 2021 $400 Australian ( = US$285), photocopied information on Australian WWII PM John Curtin (very pro-white and apprehensive about China) and letter from P in Australia
— 27 November 2021 $70 Australian ( = US$51), Christmas card and letter from P in Australia
— 27 November 2021 300 euros ( = same in US dollars) from M in France
— 26 November 2021 $100 via Amazon gift card from G in Chicago
John Kennedy and Jackie in Chicago
— 25 November 2021 85 euros via PayPal from M in Texas
— 20 November 2021 300 euros (same in US dollars) from M in France
— 12 November 2021 another 300 euros (same in US dollars) from the heroic M in France, a working man, btw, not some millionaire!!!!!
— 10 November 2021 250 euros via PP from C in Germany
— 8 November 2021 $40 cash from S in Ontonagon, Michigan
— 6 November 2021 300 euros via PayPal from M in France
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AN OLD SYMBOL OF FRANCE IS THE WILD BOAR
— 2 November 2021 $10 in cash from S in Ontonagon, Michigan
— 31 October 2021 300 euros via PayPal from M in France
— 30 October 2021 $50 via PayPal from V in Denmark
Him in a previous life, also good at getting donations
— 27 October 2021 $400 cash from fmr Marine Corps officer P in Florida, a donor and friend for twelve years
— 25 October 2021 600 euros from C in Germany
— 24 October 2021 300 euros from M in France
— 22 October 2021 $200 loan to keep the site going forgiven by P in Florida
— 20 October 2021 $200 via US Postal Service money order from K in Massachusetts plus the cost of $8.70 in priority-mail postage
— 18 October 2021 300 euros from M in France
— 10 October 2021 300 euros from M in France
— 6 October 2021 $50 cash from P in Florida
John de Nugent, you certainly do come across as a father figure. I say this as a young man of 33 years in age.
I feel so lost in this world but not lost in my soul, as, myself, I am a self-disciplined and moral man.
My career path is difficult to figure out. I would love to fight evil in this modern society and be a hero (I know it’s inside) but there seems to be no way to make money being a good man nowadays. Oh well, I will still keep my principles and ideals.
Have you thought about how weird it is to work in the modern workplace with all the strange diversity and lack of a higher meaning and mission? Work is great and beautiful but it feels like the soul, meaning, and bonding has been taken out of it.
National Socialist work with your people would make work more enjoyable. Maybe it explains why so many are unattracted to the type of work that’s around now.
Thanks.
The demoralization is profound. I know people, once model workers and full of energy, who have repeatedly not shown up for their shift at a local business.
I ran into one the other day at the grocery store, looking beyond depressed. Twice she told a local employer she would work for him and twice she was a no-show.
I am talking blondish, blue-eyed white people who used to be go-getters.
I said over a decade ago that the era would come when large numbers of white people toy with the idea of suicide, and many actually do it. And then they would be ready for me.
I say that from knowing how it was in 1932. We had a wave of suicides in Germany, in year three of the Great Depression.
And then suddenly everyone reconsidered all the slanderous drivel in the jewspapers against me and against us in the NSDAP. They just swept it all aside and said:
“Our last hope”
I am creating an organized religion, like a bootcamp, to transform people because what the great Oliver wrote below really should not be true, but it is. Earthlings lie to themselves. And do not act until their back is to the wall. This must change henceforth.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/BBYbDzAnp77uWWWt5
Leonardo da Vinci,lo vedi nei dipinti?sempre con Francesco Sassetti,suo custode.
https://it.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francesco_Sassetti
Suo padre o cosa?se le date di nascita sono giuste sono 30anni di differenza.
Non mi chiedere nulla perché è comparso questo dipinto e sono andata oltre.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/zxhDgHBCsggiSwZDA
Questa è sua madre, perché è sempre presente nei dipinti del Ghirlandaio.
Ho un sospetto…Leonardo apparteneva alla famiglia Medici?e lo hanno nascosto…
https://photos.app.goo.gl/Pz48h12EZJF6mYBh8
In una foto Leonardo con Lorenzo il magnifico,suo grande amico.
Sua madre è sempre raffigurata come la Vergine…
Se trovo Giuseppe…trovo suo padre.
La sua amicizia con la famiglia Medici è strana, lasciò Firenze per la congiura dei Pazzi(morì il fratello di Lorenzo).Leonardo è sempre identificato come Gesù.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/dkWXhue8Z5ZV2b538
Giovanna era figlia di Maso degli Albizi,già rivale dei Medici,e di Caterina Soderini;il suo matrimonio con Lorenzo,rampollo di Casa Tornabuoni,imparentati molto strettamente ai Medici,segnò un riavvicinamento,seppure indiretto,tra le due famiglie. Le nozze si svolsero il 15 giugno 1486. Il suocero di Giovanna era Giovanni Tornabuoni,zio di Lorenzo il Magnifico e tesoriere papale, da molti definito come l’uomo più potente in Firenze dopo Lorenzo stesso. Per le nozze Botticelli decorò ad affresco la loggia di Villa Tornabuoni con scene allegoriche, una delle quali era dedicata alla sposa: Venere e le tre Grazie offrono doni a una giovane.
Non mi trovo con le date, è strano,troppo strano,ma lei è raffigurata anche da Botticelli(la famosa Venere).Di fatto una delle figlie di Leonardo con Isabella d’Aragona si chiama proprio Giovanna.
Che strana coincidenza.
Leonardo non era figlio di un notaio e di una serva.