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The Rights of the People: The Choice:

The Potential of a Blank Piece of Paper:

A blank piece of paper is empty.  It openly awaits and serves as pure potential to inscribe a message yet written to communicate thoughts hidden in ones mind.  It has no history, values, principles, rules or guidelines.  It is an opportunity to sort through ideas, hopes, and dreams while entering the battleground of discovering  and engaging with the spirit of Truth!

Modern man and America are at War with the Truth!  It is a War between the creature and the creator.   It is the War explained “In the Beginning” and just who owns the “Tree of Knowledge, Good and Evil”!  A story that precisely provides a God given basic Truth called “Free Will”!

Spirit and flesh who is in control?  Emotions and logic who is in control?  Yes it is the War between the Spirit and the Flesh!!  Who is winning in 2022?  Yes it sure looks like the Flesh – yes the Flesh appears to be winning!

The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution

Oh yea and then there was this Declaration of Independence and Constitution paper thing!  And just what does it say?  Not your opinion or mine!  At what cost were those words written on a blank piece of paper? Just exactly what do the words placed upon a blank sheet of paper say?  And and does modern man have a clueBlood the cost humans were willing to pay – real blood and real tears!  Hearts torn not just a little!  Should we even pay any attention to these words in 2022?  Or do modern humans have insights sufficient to throw away the words written on a blank paper many years and generations ago?

One Flesh – United – Do we any longer have any Idea what it Means:

Are all people are created “Equal”!  Are we confused?  The word on the Blank paper is “Equal” not “Equitable”Endowed by the “Creator” not manIndividual Rights No Government may infringe upon!  Am I allowed to speak these words today which were long ago written on a blank paper?  Does our modern government now support a new religion based upon the creature versus creator?  Seems so!  The “Pronoun” Religion — Prohibited by sacred words written long ago!  Who is being sacrificed at the altar of the Pronoun Religion?

The Pronoun Religion has been Elevated to the Status of Law:

Some assume this was written for the reader, when in fact the written Word carries the Spirit of Life / Truth for which I was created in the first place.  It’s desired destination is the eyes and ears of those who I love even tough many may demand that I not speak!  No more sermons from Jesus Christ was clearly communicated through His crucifixion long ago!

To my Grand Children:

My spirit cries out – sometimes in real tears!  Before you were born and even as you were formed in your mothers womb the God of Life was shed to assure that the spirit of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness were birthed as well!

Least Understood is the Pursuit of Happiness:

Life provides the opportunity to search and discover ancient Truths.  Your spirit cries out from deep within searching to discover the gifts buried within your body and soul!  Precisely and Uniquely your own at the moment of conception – the implantation of your soul hidden in your body.  A closely guarded secret by to those who seek to replace the creator with self.    The secret of happiness is found in the creators spirit of Truth!  It was for this Truth I was destined to reveal!  I would gladly give my life so you might encounter the mystery of life and the fountain source where the the thirst for happiness is found!

The War of Good versus Evil from Antiquity Continues

From this formerly blank paper leaps hope the tears I shed from the collision of God’s Truth with the demons who sought from the “Beginning” to lead humanity to replace the owner of that Tree in the Garden with Man himself.  If Man owns the Tree then the Spirit of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness lead mankind down the road to hatred and division – clear symptoms of the Satan’s War is being successfully waged against the creator’s Plan for the Salvation of man!

Where Hope Hides:

Yes it is!  It is buried in your soulYou were born for this day and this particular War.  As Jesus told His disciples every time he encountered them — “Do not be afraid and Peace be with you“!  Turn your Spirit to me, I am at your side always and yes faith and trust are the gifts freely given for you to find your way Home!  Yes God loves you and yes He does – He calls you by your most beloved name!

Memorial Judy 2022

Indiana Shooting Hoops

When I was a teenager I used to shoot baskets on the play ground across the street from St Joseph grade school ion Mishawaka. Indiana the Hoosier Hysteria State, it was in my soul. I was a really good shooter. Won many games of 21 and “HORSE”. One day an older kid showed up on the playground to shoot baskets. I discovered he was pretty darn good at shooting hoops. As we played games I became frustrated because he could shoot as well as I did but just a bit better. Gosh darn it he would win. He lived in the house on the alley next to the play ground. I new John because we both had paper routes and paper routes teach work ethics. Later in life I would find this fellow John would find his way back into my life.

The Home Town Alley:

On this same alley lived another kid. His name was Orville McIntyre. His father was killed in World War II. We used to play a lot of hoops games during the summer months. Later during the school year he told me was working as a skate boy at the Bock Roller rink and wanted me to come with him. One day while we were shooting hoops, Judy Hartman walked down the alley to her home on another corner of the alley. Following her was another younger girl. Orville told me she was a daughter of the Bock’s Roller rink. Oh my what lies ahead?

Bock’s Roller Rink / Music Dance:


Somehow I managed to find my way to Bock’s Roller Rink. This is where I first encountered Judy Bock. She was an excellent skater, in fact far far better than that. She skated with a graceful flow and powerful. In those days the rink had an organist in the evenings. During each evening they had special couple dance skates. I still remember the Waltz and the Fox Trot. Every once in a while Fred Back would skate with his daughters. It was just beautiful. I can still see them. Yea Fred had another daughter. Her name was Lynn. We managed to become boy friend and girl friend. Everyone in the rink knew when we had a spiff. Lynn would sit in a corner of the rink and not skate. Oh boy am I in trouble now.

Life’s Rocky Road Fast Forward:

Fast forward, Judy gets married and before long she has her first child – Kim. Somebody put rocks in the road? I don’t know what happened but just it happened and divorce followed.
After high school and a couple years in college I joined the air force. After being assigned my first station I returned home and in January of 1966 we were married. Funny how things occur.

Military Service – Air Force and He’s Back:

While I was busy playing Air Force duties this guy John (from shooting basketballs) somehow came onto the seen without my knowledge. The next thing I know Judy and John are getting hitched in May 1966. Later another baby shows up – she is named Kelly.

A True Art Form handed Down:

I can still remember the the grace of flow of Judy’s skating – I observed a kind of sparkle that radiated from her as I observed Judy skate. Oh Yes, I saw it in Judy’s kids. But so much more than that. I see it today in Kim and Kelly’s kids – the grand kids and great grand kids. It is the sparkle of new life sparkle that is enhanced by surviving a struggle and a trip through the valleys of tears. It is a sparkle that shines ever more brightly where the one who discovers it finds strength, courage and yes grace that can only be found after surviving life’s trials. Abundant blessing if one can only open the spiritual door.

Catholic – A Call to Service – ND Hats:


I am a Roman Catholic and was Ordained a Deacon in 1995. Funny how John who shot baskets with me on the play ground across the street from St. Joseph School eventually went to work for the Sisters on the Hill in Mishawaka. And then he became an regular usher at the University of Notre Dame. Is he Catholic? Do you know catholic means universal? John would send me Notre Dame baseball hats – really nice hats. He may not know it but I wore those hats until my wife secretly threw them out.

Spiritual One Flesh – the Family:


Things one remembers! Judy and John were the symbol of the “one flesh” found in the book of Genesis. Their children are gifts of new life and they themselves have created renewed life. Precious beyond imagination are those lives. Sparkle is the word I use. Yes I see sparkle – in the midst of the sparkle I see Hope beyond imagination. It is a spiritual thing that requires eyes and ears that have traveled troubled rocky roads to the depths of ones bones where one finally encounters gifts and talents hidden from the view of human eyes and ears.

To be Born Again – Death necessary to birth New Life:

To be born again one must die. Death is not an end! A grain of wheat must be crushed and broken before it become flour and only then has the potential to birth the bread of life. A grape must be crushed and broken as well to give up the precious juices with the potential to become the finest of wines to drink. Both must die in order to birth abundant New Life.

Crushed and Broken Open the Hidden Door:


Life is about small deaths necessary to create the potential for new life and life ever lasting. Hidden in the story of life are crushing memories and moments necessary to open the only doors where one can discover talents and gifts planted and hidden in the beginning.

Tears – the Water of Baptism – Cleaning ones soul – Rejoice:

Tears are a sign of being born again where the waters of baptism wash our spirits clean to refresh our souls preparing us to continue the journey on the road to new life. As hard as it is this day might be! Rejoice and be Glad

Death Opens the Doorway that sets one free:

Death can not swallow up Life. Death can only set one free to soar on the wings of dove.

Yes, no matter your struggle, God really does love you!

The Devil went Down to Georgia

A faint sound ever so slight could only be heard with a special stethoscope. Yet this sound managed to escape into the consciousness of a whole people. This almost silent whisper sent rumblings that shook the foundations of the home of the prince of darkness. Beelzebub’s authority was shaken to the pits of hot ash. An alert throughout Hades was sounded as the minions hastily gathered to respond to the imminent crises.
How can this be? We can not allow it to stand! The audacious thought that people not only have the right but a sacred duty to confront malicious actions had found rebirth and must be quickly defeated and not allowed to stand.
The dust on the red alert phone flew as it was hastily picked up to dispatch a quick counter strike. From the foundational floor of shouel, hot ash immediately began to flow into the State of Georgia.
Yea, the Devil sent quick strike troops to Georgia steeped in the ancient art-form of illusion and imagery supporting a lofty non living golden idle worshiped and held in highest esteem. Down to Georgia went the father of lies via the express lane of the cyberspace express train lookin’ to prevent the loss of souls to fool and seal the gate of escape. Oh so serious was the sound of truth escaping the grasp of ignorance after years of being locked safely away from view. The Devil understood he was in a bind ’cause he was now way behind due to a double faux pas. The naked baby who escaped deaths reach comfortably laying on the table for all to see and the faintest sound of life threatened the powers of command and control. The discomfort was intense as the truth slipped through the fingers of death and could no longer be denied. The Devil’s grasp of authority over the tree of life and death was being questioned and worse being reclaimed by mere humans who acknowledge the a greater creator of life and truth.
The very best veteran storm troops were be summed to quickly repair the breach and seal a deal. Down to Georgia they came wrapped in illusion and armed with an ancient violin. Who would have expected from the pains of birthing babies a mother would stand in the breach. As she wrote on mere paper flames of truth leaped off the pages challenging the self appointed envious and jealous worshipers and exposing death that was hidden behind the golden Art Form idol.
Amazingly, a mother picked up a violin for the very first time. How did she master the rallying sound of truth set free as streams of fire were freed to singe and consume the fuel of the Devils empty illusions. In the Rockets red glare was reveled the image of the golden idol has always been dead and no hope for new life would be found there, but only chains and anchors attached to Gehenna.
Yes, we hold these truths to be self evident – cried out from the strings of the violin mimicking the sound of a heartbeat of a people searching to rediscover truth created in their soul while still being formed in thier mothers womb. Neither the devil, hollow self centered actors nor elected officials lusting for power are the masters of the truth or have power over the souls of a people birthed in a nation founded on freedom, liberty and life more abundant.
It’s has begun, the great awakening of who this nation was founded to be is being rediscovered and reasserted. Moms, dads, children, blacks, whites, immigrants, old, young and strangers are standing up to reclaim the founding principles and values. Article V of the Constitution the mother of the Convention of States a process designed to affirm the right and the duty of the people and the States to assert self governance and remove the chairs and anchors of those who seek to enslave and rule.
How about you? I am gonna follow mom, my long forgotten hero!