Endings.

Nooooo.  I'm NOT ending.  At least til I'm called Home.  This could be as broad and esoteric as you like.

Like the painting in Spock's quarters depicting Adam and Eve being expelled from Eden.  When asked, he explained that with all endings are beginnings.

I'm tempted at times to just stick . and leave it at the lol.  I, most of all, extolling Freedom, proclaim free will ie, thinking for oneself.  How dangerous.  Risky.

There is no end.  Collectivists like to define endings.  They try to bully us into believing that they have all the answers.  They do not.  And their insecurity drives them to control, because they lack self.  The nature of hell.

There are endings, however.  That comes when we bid adieu to collectivism.

It's not order out of chaos.  It is taking command of ourselves.

We face their threats, we fight fear.

Ending lies.

Forever truths.

Plunge.

What we've been doing as we clear out the pipes under the house.  All jokes aside re poop, we have had more than our share.  And I assure you we have done jobs that supposedly Americans won't do lol.

Perhaps clearing sewage is an apt analogy for our Republic's condition these days.  And we must not be reticent literally scooping out sludge.  This leads to the further definition of plunge.  That is, to go for it.

There may come a time when we give all, such as Bunker Hill, the Alamo or even way before at the Hot Gates.  Doomed, one must wade into it.  One must fight.

Of course, we might not come to that dire exigency.  But perhaps we inch toward it every time we encounter tyranny.  Mildly or severely, we meet the test.  We may seem almost diametrically opposed, but when it comes to it, we are all in this together.  Look at the Founders.  They certainly were at odds.  Yet they started what we must continue.  I call it in for a penny, in for a pounding lol.

There are stultifying attacks on humanity.  They can literally be breath taking.  These may be nips, gouges, cut or scoring.  So resolve to face it.

It might be body mind spirit.  But the psyche, ie, that gift of God, can and will strengthen you.  Whether it's battle as spoken before, or battle elsewhere, we must resolve to plunge in.

I could go on.  But I prefer to tell you to face and attack the attackers.

Clean it up.

Plunge.

The Lost

Instead of souls, collectivists usw, let us speak of things.

There was a series of Harveytoon cartoons in the 50s, I recall, that featured a talking fish called Red Lantern.  He led two kids, a boy and girl, to the undersea 'land of lost things'.  They found and experienced  some kind of reconciliation with lost articles, which have formed their own community.

Ok, bear with me lest you think I've gone round the bend lol.  Symbolism is rampant in cartoons.  They are literally moving pictures.  And you can ascribe what you like.

IOW I am not going to do an in depth analysis of this stuff.  I'll leave that to you to find out.

It just seemed an amusing intro to the fact we acquire things, lose things and mostly add and subtract all our lives.

They come and go.  From watches to photos, we accumulate material goods.

Someone's GreatGrandmother had shoeboxes full of greeting cards, which she had acquired for decades.  That she lived over 100, it was a considerable collection.  They were paper expressions of love and devotion from many family, friends and others she touched.  What became of them is a mystery.

The same can be said of all, all of her possessions.

How could someone, quite old and a property owner, not have a thing materially at their death?

Could people be so covetous that they grab everything someone has and hope no one notices?

How frail these people are, to put such interest in all someone has.  Not just property, bank accounts etc, but everything down to utensils and yes, greeting cards.

Now, some people lose all things material through natural disaster.  They have to go on, as do we all, when we suffer loss.

The things lost most likely have significance only to them and a limited circle.  Yet, we can sympathize, even empathize concerning loss.  Most of us have suffered.

The loss most sad, most piquant, is the loss of a person.  I'd go as far as to say pets too.

Wherever there are relationships, when loss occurs, we grieve.

Then we have a choice.  We stay locked in or go on.

Life demands, gently or roughly, that we continue.  We are made to not just survive, but thrive.  Victorious.

I carry the loss of some 'things' and moreso, those friend, family, associates gone before.

Then again things are things yet life goes on.  That's not cruel.  For death is transition and love never dies.

The lost are found.

Mind Games

Almost ignored by some, nearly as much as spirit, is the psychological aspect to politics and life in general.  They are the mind games played especially by collectivists.

The object is to devalue individuals and groups.  The method is to isolate, depress and discourage.

Let them try.

For instance, a young fella overcame a terrible divorce where his child was taken away.  He was self reliant and also counseled at risk folks.

A leftist took over as head of mental health org.  She castigated him for taking time for himself.

He expressed confidence and joy.

She called it being flip/

It was the arrogance of ignorance and the ignorance of arrogance.

They don't care.  The job is to destroy all but their stilted way.

Another certain guy was a student minister.  He preached in many of the church's pulpits.  He counseled and did everything but marry and bless communion.  A popular person, he served the people, not the organization.  That was his downfall.

A dictatorial bishop took over, in step with the collectivist agenda that consumed many church orgs.  Instead of shepherding shepherds, he demanded loyalty to the org, to himself.

He stripped the student of his pulpit supplying duties and all else.

Later, one of the kowtowing pastors told the young man that 'people in high places didn't want him to succeed'.

An actor in theater was blacklisted.  He dared to confront bullying mandarins of the local theater community.  The wife specialized in that.  The husband victimized boys and young men.  Too many were go along to get along.

So dare to speak up or stand out and get knocked down?  That is a risk.  But if you don't you'll cower in security, living at the pleasure of others.

Let the collectivists play mind games.  They are picking up a snake by the tail.  If you know what they are doing, then they might get bitten.

Collectivists are insecure and full of hate.  They seek compliance for a twisted dominance because they are jealous.  If they worsen conditions it gives power.  Misery loves company.

Sidestep them.  Uppercut them.  Don't let them lead.

Know yourself and know God cares.  If you don't believe, know nature's on your side.

If you live in hate, you poison yourself.

If you live in Liberty, you see clearly.  Don't be naive and watch your back.  No mind games, cut to the chase.