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.

The Smooth

Our enemies aka collectivists, come in many packages.  And there are levels even a pecking order such as useful idiots, true believers, string pullers and those behind the scenes in the shadows.


Sometimes they take an interest in some of us.  There are the prominent, such as the banned of fb.  Anyone who speaks out against tyranny is fair game or unfair as it were.  There are those who make a blip on the screen.  It is invariably in opposition to the fallen.  Though, it might be something only 'they' understand or in association with others.


In the realm of espionage, there are those who are obvious.  There are indeed those who blend in.  There are those who are slick.  And there are those who are smooth.


Each person has a role and one may serve the other. 


It goes beyond east and west certainly.  And it goes even past globalist and nationalist.  It boils down to content of character.


The outre, the spiritual gets involved.  In such  a 'business', which is often invisible, the oldest war of all hides in plain sight.


My aim is to simply point out certain 'actors' in this drama.  If you are awake/aware, you should already have an inkling of the types involved.


If one is savvy, one can perceive the personality types who serve, shall we say, interests in this world.  The smooth are the convinced.


They are dutiful in their surveillance.  There is a static atmosphere around them.  They may merely watch or some might foment some kind of incident.  But they most certainly are not serving the Light.


There is a static air about them.  Oh, they move, talk and interact, but they are always aloof, as though they are above it all.  Pride?  Who do they serve?


If they don't serve the Light, well I'll leave it to you all to figure it out.


They instill a quiet fear, even paranoia and if they succeed, they compromise the certainty and sanity of others.


You might remember I've mentioned angels and spirits of Light.  And the same who are physically present.  The darkness has its counterparts.


The smooth are hard to put your finger on.  You may perceive them, however if confronted, they deny and might even infer you're nuts for explicitly exposing them.  Cat and mouse is the best way to explain this.


They appear soft and seamless, yet they are hard and dedicated. 


The 'trick', as it were, is not to be flummoxed by them.


Be resolute, watch your back and speak and live the truth of Liberty.


I guarantee that will flummox them.

Charmaine

It's the name of Deaf Smith's horse in the miniseries Texas Rising.   Can't find a ref to the real life Deaf but it might be accurate.  Sometimes details are dealt with accurately.  Some are placed for dramatic effect and some fictionalized to 'make the story move'.


Deaf was one of the Founders of Texas, active in the Revolution and after until his death.  He fought in the Texian Army then formed a Ranger Company.


They say he was patriotic and resolute, a man of few words.  He was a loving family man and chivalrous to a fault.  And yes, he was hearing impaired.


There are many tales of cowboys and their horses.  Loyalty, trust, love was and is shared with equine friends.  Before this, American Indian, Mongols, knights and many more experienced similar relationships.  And quite a lot of horsemen and women today share this bond.


Charmaine carried Deaf from the Alamo to Gonzalez to his home.  She was with him in battle as well.  They patrolled in the Ranger Company.  It's hard to explain that closeness, but the cowboy and the horse helped and lived for each other.


There is a scene in Texas Rising where Charmaine takes Deaf into the Battle of San Jacinto.  Deaf suffered from what appeared to be TB.


Overcome from the exertion of fighting, mixed with the dust and gunsmoke, Deaf weakened and partially collapsed.  He held onto Charmaine by reins and saddlehorn as she dragged him far enough away and he collapsed.


A while later, Deaf came to, still weak.  He spied Charmaine, patiently waiting nearby.  He whistled and she came to him.


Deaf praised her and sadly found a vicious leg wound.  This was a death sentence for a horse.  He cried and made her to lie down next to him.


Deaf sobbed and talked to Charmaine, thanking her for being such a good friend.  He cradled her head and reached for his saddlebag, producing a pistol.


Choking on his words, Deaf said he was so sorry.  He asked Charmaine to wait for him and he shot her, ending her suffering.


Later on he indeed died of his tuberculosis.


I can imagine Charmaine standing tall and Deaf mounting her, riding into the sun.


I cried watching and thought myself of the love and sacrifice we make for Freedom.


Just a vignette, a moment which pieces into the mosaic of our lives.


I wish Love Devotion and Liberty to us all.

Worse

Worse is better or the worse the better is attributed to Lenin in relation to the Bolshevik revolution and part of the blueprint for the collectivist worldwide revolution.


The idea is, as conditions grow worse, the workers, peasants etc will flock to communism.  Also, the state of flux/chaos maintains the power base for the leaders.  Very unegalitarian.


The masses are fueled with dire circumstances which the leaders promise will get better soon as their immediate goal is reached.  Then new crises and privations ensue and the leaders profit.  They may throw a few crumbs to the socalled proletariat but anyone who questions gets crushed.  Collectivism is seasoned with fear.  Of course, they are disarmed as seen all through history and they keep trying here.  Our Constitution and Bill of Rights are great hated stumbling blocks to them.


Currently, the collectivist attempts to destroy our Republic are a mixed bag.  Where socalled blue cities prevail, collectivist policies rot to the core.  The more failure the better to borrow Vlad's motto.  And they intend to make all the US in the diseased commie matrix.  Btw, when the colors for demo/repubs were established, red was the color for the demos.  It was quickly switched.  Too close to home lol.


All the negative things happening have done a number on US.  Yet we prevail, but only because we are willing to fight on all levels.  The attacks are multi level/purposed.  And we must not just respond we must be proactive.


Study the enemy, at least purpose and tactics, then counter them.  Set brushfires of Freedom in the minds of men and women.  Be relentless facing them and enduring proclaiming Liberty.


They say darkest before dawn or that a fever gets worse before it's better.  Well, sure, to a degree.  We can clean them out.  Truth is the disinfectant.


Let's shove the truth up Lenin's posterior.


Our Restoration of the Republic and thirst for Freedom is their downfall.


Better for US is worse for them.

Solo

Events unfold.  The Earth turns.  The sun rises and sets and rises.  The family goes its own way.


It's natural for kids to venture out on their own.  And the empty nest is only so physically.  Mentally and spiritually, home is full of memories.  Yet, we don't live in the past.  We springboard into what awaits us and what we do with the future.


Children are NOT pieces of us.  They are sovereign individuals who come from other sovereign individuals, tied together with blood perhaps, but mostly with love, caring responsibility.  Ask anyone loved enough to be adopted.


At a point, save for occasional advice perhaps, kids are on their own.  That's as it should be.  Thus, parents are on their own too.  Each has the ability to explore, to determine what they want to do with the rest of their lives.


I don't regret a minute of raising the kids.  Well, the diapers weren't fun but you roll up your sleeves and get the job done.  Nothing is completely smooth and straight.  There are a lot of bumps and curves and grades.  We got through it.


Now the 4 of us are flying solo.  Each has goals and we are working on them.


Yet love binds.


Kind of the family kernel of E Pluribus Unum.

Acker Mini Mansion

It was the nickname of the last home of Forrest J Ackerman.  He was the founder and editor of Famous Monsters of Filmland, a writer, literary agent and actor.  Try this bio and search for more: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forrest_J_Ackerman.

He had the most extensive collection of sci-fi/horror movie memorabilia, at around 400,000 pieces.

There had been two previous homes called the Ackermansion and Son of Ackermansion.

Uncle 4E lived his last 6 years at the Minimansion, with a greatly reduced collection.  He still maintained tours, free of charge as done previously

His inspiration and influence were widespread and many in showbiz in all facets were personally encouraged by him.  Including me.

His wordplay was legendary.  The last one that he mentioned to me was Baby-lon 5 or Lon Chaney the early years lol.

So inspiring but his last home reduced to either a parking lot or minimall?  Geez there would hardly be room for any zombies lol.

On Thursday morning, November 17, 2016 the corner of Franklin and Vermont Avenues, in the heart of the neighborhood "Uncle Forry" lived in for 30 years, was christened Forrest J Ackerman Square.

Most of all he lives in our hearts and minds and inspires u as we pass it along.

I know 'things' come and go.  The farm/estate of my GreatAunt May and GreatUncle Emmett is gone.  It encompassed an area now rife with a housing addition and two strip malls.  The last of it, their house and garage, have finally disappeared.

I miss the mahogany basement bar and all the flowers outside.  One could target shoot in the back yard in the day.

We come and go.

What remains is passed down such as Freedom and the drive and creativity that propels us forward.

John And Martha

Title reminds me of the old voiceover comedy routine of John and Marsha.  Through speaking, they convey a variety of emotion such as love, doubt, fear, happiness.  Look for it.  It's worth a laugh.

John is John Dorie and Martha is known as 'the filthy woman' on Fear the Walking Dead, a spinoff of the popular The Walking Dead tv show.

I'm not going to critique the show.  If you like, watch it for yourselves.  But the two characters interest me.

John Dorie happened to be a cop.  He had already withdrawn to a remote cabin before the apocalypse.  He was dealing with guilt concerning someone he killed in the line of duty. 

I don't think he was prepared for it, even though it was a perp.  Certainly it placed him where he was at the start.

John is very self sufficient.  He is used to camping, hunting, fishing etc.  He has access to water and a generator.  Except for the occasional undead visitor, it's a quiet life.  He can defend himself.

He also has a heart.  He is willing to help others and nurses a woman back to health

Martha was an English teacher.  She and her husband attempted to flee a city at the start.  A panicking driver causes them to collide and impales him, totaling the car.  They are stuck on the road with him slowly dying.

Both are quite intelligent and devoted to each other.  They are academic and have little survival skill.

She repeatedly tries to flag down other evacuees to no avail.  Martha is left to watch her hubby die and turn.  Then she repeatedly mutters that someone will stop and help.

Somehow she gets the body out after dispatching him and buries it.  She cries and stays at the grave, sleeping.  The filthy comes from the fact that she never bathed after this. 

Her mind snaps and she gets revenge for no one helping by killing folks and thus zombifying them.

She blames them for her lack of self help and is particularly antagonistic to those who help others.

Now, their professions might not have a thing to do with who they are.  I know good hearted self sufficient teachers and cops who are just the opposite as well as the counter opposite to that.

Different contents of character.

In one, faith is lived.  In the other it's more like a salve or bandaid. 

When crisis occurs, one survives and the other dies.

Taking care of yourself thus being able to take care of others.

Up to you.