Notice

 Nota Bene -s-.

I've mentioned it before.  Ever go by a place time and again, then one day notice something that you never saw clearly before?

For years I drove past old buildings in my area.  One day, I was stopped and looked up.  There was the ornate cornice to the building, a brick structure.  It housed small businesses, including an elderly tailor who was an artist for detail.

This notice added such depth and scope to something already worthwhile.

There are other instances such as a certain statue, a particular house or even colors that vary.  A picture can get painted in as a result.

Akin to this is indeed color.  Say you see a red car.  Almost suddenly, there is a profusion of red cars.  Or  certain car brands and makes that then become noticeable.

It's not magic.  It is merely awareness.

When your neck's on a swivel, you have the ability to notice a larger world.

I see said the blind man -s-.

The mind's eye is put on notice.

Tags

 Price.

Reminds me of a discount shop, where tags hang from everything.  But everywhere we go, you see the price for so much.

A game of tag?  What if the price has been paid?

The darkside imitates some things.  But it is limited to already created stuff.  And there is a price.

The Light offers things for free.  It comes to us.  We don't strive because of that Freedom.

Now, there is often a rocky/bumpy road, but the result is the same.

Don't btw let anyone prey on superstitions.

Rather, let faith shine a light on deeds.

Salvation is priceless for the price was paid.

No tags.

More Fun

 Continued shenanigans as described in No Ties.

The screening process for pastoral 'candidates' is supposed to be rigorous and fair, in order to filter out  people not suitable, supposedly for them to find other ways.  Hmm.  A calling becomes what the current powers say is so.  

I was favored while the then bishop was in office.  When he retired, that changed.

The man who succeeded him was one of the screeners.

He said I lacked humility, when asked to tell about myself and achievements, which included my own business and church work.

My take on that evaluation is simple.  He was projecting.  

I was always and am still giving God the glory.  Soli Deo Gloria.  That's humility.

Eventually, as said before, my ability to preach was taken away.  I preached the Risen Savior and His message for all.

Modern Pharisees had taken over.

As a result, it actually freed me to promote what I preached, for Freedom and Light.

We have our work cut out for us.  But we are never alone.  The angels and spirits of Light work with us.

No Ties...

 What makes us tick?

What sets us off?

Timing, events, perhaps following a misinterpretation.

I was interviewed as a 'candidate for ministry' for part of the qualification process to be a pastor.  RME.  They were thorough -s-.

Asked about my work, I told this gang of inquisitors I had my own business.  Now, mind you, I was respectful and supplied info as asked.  The above comment is a current evaluation of their antics.

I also said I could dress as I pleased.  My Dad had done so as well after years as a salesman, well dressed I might add -s-, usually in a golf shirt and slacks.  I dressed likewise.

I made the offhand comment that I was glad I didn't have to wear a tie anymore.

One of the committee exploded, ranting how HE wore a tie every day.  This tirade was complete with spittle.  Curious pick to determine pastoral suitability.

I deferred with choice.

Some people cling to their peccadillos.  Some just refuse to understand why others aren't like them.

Take your pick.  Enjoy differences.  To each is own.

Spokes Redux...

 The last drink i had at Spokes, advertised as a 'great' bar, was a tepid bubble glas of vodka, which subbed for a martini.

Poor service, lousy drinks and a dull atmosphere, Spokes broke and sank quickly.

People had had enough.  I'm figuring a mountain of complaints, a deluge of negativity.

We are deluged with supposed great leaders in church and state.

There are some and they are restoring the Republic.  More are on their way.

Yet, we need to unrelentingly clean house.

Ineptitude is one thing but we have people hiding behind God and Freedom while they actually promote marx and the fallen.

That's my new year message: Never let up.  Keep house cleaning.  Power flush.

Leadership should be merit based.  It comes from the heart.

The heart's content should be in the light.

What's truly great will shine forever.

Peek a Boo

 Remember playing peekaboo with the kids.

Just hiding or putting a cloth in front of the face and saying peekaboo or where's ****/  There he or she is!  And the giggles that followed.

In the larger world, things hide.  And they often pop out in a horrendous peekaboo.  These days, things are more blatant than before.  

Still, many are thought nuts if they adhere to anything beyond a surface spirituality.  They are on the right track.  Yet many find certain things unspeakable.  That is the crux.  We must face the evil with faith.

BTW I don't want to trip bots so I'm avoiding names and labels.  I think you all can get the gist.

The darkside is a permeating cancer which seeks to rewrite creation in the fallen matrix.  It wins only when ignored.  It fails when confronted.

And yes, there is much 'in the face' evil, even more now.

But there is so much more sub rosa.  It backstabs and defiles at the same time.

There are organizations, make no mistake, that propagate. and they wear a veneer of light.

Remember the fallen can appear as Light but it is false and falls short.

If you delve, it is beyond repugnant.  The things done to people and all of creation.

In their pride they think they have power.  It is limited but they lie to themselves.

And again, they are all over, every walk of life and some deeper than others.  You needn't be paranoid to feel/see it.  

They know we of the Light and we know them.  

Ask protection.  IT'S everywhere.  And finish the fight.

The real peekaboo is the Lion of Judah.

Imagine

 Not the popular namby pamby song.

It's a matter of images.  Who's good or bad?

Is it history written by the supposed winners?

Blood and tyranny can be covered up with layers of faux righteousness.  

Maybe it's the old 'if we are told a lie enough, we believe it'.  

It should be a fearless rigorous examination of history.  What happened?  Who?  How?  Why?  

When we are inclined to lift up our hearts, it's not to whitewash, but to bolster resolve.  

Search.

Mind you, there is more than meets the eye, but yes good and evil vie for dominance.  We are fortunate that good has come out on top often.  But we must remember it's constant.  Nothing just happens and that's it.  On and on.

We must never sleep for our enemies surely don't.

Look at the broader if not the bigger picture.  

So lift up and imagine triumph over evil.

For that is the goal.

And imagination can map action.