  Last week I wrote a blog stating that I was going to take a break from blogging unless I had a profound message and I must share it with everyone. Well… maybe… a profound message is in store. Actually, it is not that profound, it is just simple logical advice. This week was especially beautiful, as I spent four days with my oldest son. The circumstances of our visit were met with a breakup of my son’s four-year relationship. My son and his partner met in the 9th grade and started a friendship. In grade 12 they made their friendship something more. Young love is a beautiful thing, and I was proud of my son for not being promiscuous and waiting for the right person. I encouraged him, and all my children, to wait for the right person, even though their parents are not the best examples. I began to see a reflection of my past relationships, and any advice shared with him came from years of break-up experience. Something my son said had me reeling inside. He shared a story from an online therapist who helped a woman get over her feelings of guilt from an affair. The woman wanted to know how to rebuild her relationship again and win the heart of her husband. The therapist explains that when dealing with apologies, it isn't enough to say "I'm sorry", it is "Why are we sorry?". He shows her that being sorry for the affair is one thing, but possessing the lie that made him doubt his inner voice was worse. The longer you wait to confess the wrongdoing, the longer it takes for him to trust his intuition and of course reconciliation is substantially more complicated. In the social media world, blaming and accusations are key to diverting any personal wrongdoing. Like my son, I am going through many of the same feelings of self-doubt due to my break-up this year from an on-again-off-again 3-year relationship. Accusations fly, and we end up reeling inside about whether our partner was being honest, and the feelings of being duped or self-doubt rise in our spirit. As a result, we bring trust baggage to every relationship thereafter if the lie is concealed. We spend many days re-living all the moments when things just didn’t add up. The mysterious triggers, the cryptic messages, the unfiltered battles of barfing hateful words. We struggle to understand the feelings we have in the pit of our stomachs, and depression sets in. I encouraged my son, “It doesn’t matter what she did, it’s all in the past now”. But we want to know, “Why”, and we demand to know the truth so we can move on, and realize we weren’t going crazy. “We weren’t going crazy”, I tell my son, “it is an intimacy shared between your partner, as you became one flesh with them and feel their spirit”. Their craziness is your craziness, and until they tell the truth, it is hard to be set free. …So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, “If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8: 31-32 Kinda ambiguous, isn’t it? Well… Logically speaking, don’t lie to one another. Ever! Holding on to secrets, especially those secrets which cause division in your relationship or trigger a defence in your spirit, needs to be confessed. Anger, hate, deflection, and accusations against your partner are usually (not always) a reflection of something within yourself that you are dealing with. Cheating is an obvious secret that is difficult to confess. The longer a person holds onto the poor decision (the possession), and doesn’t tell the truth, it will eat them up inside to the point of exhaustion, addiction, and in extreme cases, suicide. The fear of back-lash from the partner should not be a deterring factor, as the longer the lie persists, the longer the feeling of despair in both you and your partner remains. In discussions where confession of less-than-perfect behaviour is immanent, we need to remember the golden rule, “Treat others the way we would want to be treated”. We all fall short of the laws governing life, and in today's day and age, these laws are amplified against the backdrop of our human condition. With this understanding, we need to come to relationship confrontations with; Peace, not anger; Love, not hate; Reflection, not deflection; Exoneration, not accusations. These are the key ingredients required for a resolution, with forgiveness, compassion, and understanding being the master keys. There is no growth, no forgiveness, and no self-love when living with internal chaos from secrets and lies. The internal conflict (the possession) is released once the truth is confessed; this is true repentance. Nobody wins when we pick the specs (diversion) in our victim's eye, so they don’t see the plank in our eye (the secrets and lies). I must make a disclaimer: If you are concerned for your safety, please take the steps required to navigate your partner and their potential reaction to a secret you are holding against them. This is not to run away from the issue, but to find the safety nets (people, place, time) required to bring truth and reconciliation without violence. Sometimes personal council is required first. One last point… Many people turn to God when confessing their sins (the nasty secrets and lies that have bound them) but fail to allow the truth to set them free. They remain stuck as relationships fail and the pattern of the chaotic spiritual roller-coaster continues. Why not release the possession by confessing the transgression to the person you’ve held captive with your lie? I am often surprised how freeing it is when telling the truth. The burden is lifted, healing begins, trust can be restored, and love with compassion will flood the heart. Be a truth speaker. By the vessel, William John
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  Hello everyone, Today is the last time I will blog for a while or until I have a message so profound that I must share it with everyone. Also, I am getting ready to remove myself from the Facebook platform, as it truly is a waste of time (for me). Sometime in 2018, I removed myself from all social media platforms as I took a full-time job and saw no need to promote my work. I hopped back onto the social media promotion platforms in 2023 to promote my 1st book, An Abomination That Caused Desolation, with the recommendation of my publisher. Promotion on social media wreaked havoc on my relationship with my significant other, and I wondered if it was a good thing to be scrolling and building a followers list. Yes, I received some sales for the book I was promoting, but if I am being honest, it was consuming my time with little financial, personal, or spiritual benefit. I see more bad than good with social media, and I believe it is the reason for so many relationship hookups, breakups, and the overall mental decay in society. People are becoming dissatisfied with their lives as they follow their favorite experts everything, spiritual gurus, or un-godly advice from friends. This year has been extremely challenging spiritually, relationally, physically, and mentally. Broken cars, a broken heart, a broken existence, but the show must go on, they insist. It seemed the book I started writing a year ago was never going to be ready for publication. Some challenges I faced were the result of knowing too much and trying to be patient with those people closest to me. The book was slow to write, unlike my first book, and I attribute much of the writer's block to an onslaught of personal and spiritual attacks I felt the need to defend myself against. God was with me, but I failed to see the challenges were for growth, I see a clear path now. I have not always been an extrovert, and honestly, I still don't think I am. I put myself "out there" because I am scared of being alone, and the fear of not being liked. I do feel that God (the divine spirit within our soul, mind, heart, and body) gave me an important task, to get to the bottom of spiritual chaos. Not just a journey for me, but for us, as we are all connected, and it appears that many people are dealing with the devil inside. I was determined to have the newest book ready for September, as it would mark the 1st anniversary of the launch of An Abomination That Caused Desolation. Well... it didn't happen. To add insult to an already broken ego, the book would not be published unless I removed some controversial content. What is the content you may be asking? I learned that we are not allowed to label certain groups and use names associated with secret societies and the banking system. It's censorship, free speech is an illusion. How convenient (sarcasm), so I rewrote about 6 paragraphs. It isn't a big deal, but it has slowed things down till maybe mid-December if all my ducks (or should I say, bucks?) align. After several weeks of re-reading and editing, I must say, this is an excellent manuscript. It is heavy, as I deep-dive into the human condition, and our connection to the beast, the spirit of the dragon, and the devil inside. It made me angry, it made me laugh, and it made me cry. I honestly think it is a MUST-read. I suspect many books discuss my revelations, as I borrow some material from authors, politicians, screenwriters, and musicians. Our human condition is a hot topic, but I want this book to be a history guide on how we got to be this self-indulged, self-promoting, and lovers of self members of society. We must find that "loving feeling" of unity if we desire a life everlasting. Unlike my first book, the bible was not my main source of information. The intention of this book was to explore why certain people are a threat to the political establishment. It moves quickly into the conclusion, and for several chapters, I show how our desire for metaphoric gold is used to drive the economy and our hearts. It is the seven deadly sins and the spirit of the dragon which has created the spiritual chaos, we all possess it. My promotion of this book is looking different. I am setting up my website store. This means books, poetry, and blogs will be offered for sale. As well, I am also working on POP (point of purchase) material, such as tee-shirts and coffee mugs. I will have a mobile broadcasting/podcasting station ready in the spring, being onsite makes more sense than wasting my time promoting to people I have never met online. I am convinced, we need a change of heart, and I write from this belief and have faith that we will finally unite and put love before hate. By the vessel, William John   This week I was interrupted by some specs of sawdust in the eye. I struggled through two nights of sleepless discomfort as my body tried to work the specs out of my cornea. The discomfort became too much and I finally broke down Wednesday morning, deciding to go to the hospital. The doctor put some freezing drops in the eye which only took a few seconds to relieve the discomfort. The first spec was obvious as it was larger, and a Q-tip and solution pulled it off the eyeball, easy-peasy. Just so no spec gets left behind, an orange dye and ultraviolet light were used to help find the smallest of undesirables. Two very tiny specs had embedded themselves into the cornea. The doctor's constant flicking of the needle was amplifying in my head. It got me thinking… And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye. Matthew 7:3-5. New King James Version Over the years I have been guilty of picking specs out of people's eyes. What does this mean exactly? It simply means judgment. We all fall short of loving one another and doing the right action. In the context of the passage of scripture, Jesus was addressing religious leaders who added unreasonable laws on the commoners. They were watching and judging, instead of looking or reflecting within themselves, they were hypocrites. The warning was clear, Don’t Judge, or you will be judged. Many artists, philosophers, and theologians have dissected Jesus's words about judgement and its connection to our ego, overzealous and selfish nature. We have been groomed to take care of ourselves first, instead of taking care of the needs of others. Nobody has received more controversy and judgment than Michael Jackson in the past 50 years. The spotlight on Michael reinforced judgement from the Rocking Chair Brigade, producing division amongst the commoners who never sat at the same table with the King of Pop. In my humble opinion, he wrote the greatest song regarding planks in our eye, Man In The Mirror. I'm starting with the man in the mirror (oh) I'm asking him to change his ways (oh) And no message could've been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change… Like the King of Pop, I too have been scrutinized and judged. I have had to look at the man in the mirror and determine whether the judgements against me were valid. Did my actions warrant the judgement, or does the accuser have the right to judge due to the plank in their eye? Tricky question… Judgement is reserved for the King of Souls. It is widely accepted throughout the religious creeds and denominations that the King of Souls resides in the heart. So, If God resides in our hearts, our convictions come from within, we don’t need someone to point out our shortcomings. Many times, throughout my life, whenever I have done something wrong, I have an unsettling feeling in my spirit. I can ignore this feeling or make it right by asking for forgiveness from the people I have wronged. In situations where I was not aware that I offended someone it is up to the offended person to make me aware, in private first. There is no judgment, only love and understanding. Conviction of wrongdoing usually starts in the heart first, especially in individuals who want to do the right thing. When we look in the mirror are we willing to make a change? To forgive the unforgiven, to serve the rich, to feed the hungry, or to clothe the poor are all actions to make the world a better place. I also started thinking about those qualified to judge. I agree some people are qualified to pick specs, like the doctor who performed sawdust removal on my eye. But, when dealing with matters of the heart, few people are qualified for the job. Biblical judges are to have their house in order, be fair, and honest, and deal with any specs that would render them unfit for the position. In today’s environment, I am not sure we have the best selection, as ego and name-calling, from so-called leaders, seem acceptable. We are so divided on what is right or wrong. In a democracy the majority rule. If the majority is selfish, self-seeking or self-centred, well… you get the picture. As I struggle through seeing the words on the screen and trying to bring you a weekly blog, I am once again convicted about one thing, finding ways to love in today's toxic environment. Maybe it is the company I keep, not judging, just saying. The feeling in the air is hopelessness and helplessness. My Love rhetoric seems futile when prices are soaring, selfishness is roaring, and hearts are pouring out for help. As I was finishing this blog, I was interrupted by a phone call, hopelessness and helplessness filled the cellular waves. He was reaching out to find the purpose of living. Wow… This puts it back into perspective… As I look at the man in the mirror, am I ready to stop feeling sorry for the things I can’t control and make the changes necessary to walk with my words? Am I willing to make that change? Our conviction from the spirit inside, reminds me that I can do better. We need to be vessels for the change required for a better future, and it starts with the person in the mirror. We need to remove any planks in our eyes and stop searching for the specs in others, which are holding us back from doing the right thing. With all the elections going on, don’t be side-tracked, thinking someone will lead us to a glorious future, more on that next week. In Love, By the vessel, William John   This week, I have been asked a few questions from old friends and some new ones, such as, “How do we love the unlovable?” These questions are mostly in the context of relationships, so I feel the need to address this more clearly to my readers. Jesus was all about love, and that meant everyone, Jews and Gentiles, neighbours and enemies. Jesus also told the truth, he knew when to stay silent, and he was provoked to anger. This does not mean everyone gets a free ticket to act and behave anyway they want because they trust and believe in Jesus, there are consequences for our actions towards our partners, and in today's selfish environment it seems to be dire. Regarding relationships, it is okay to tell the truth even if it hurts someone’s feelings. This does not mean constantly berating your partner into accepting your truth, causing feelings of disrespect. It is best to stay silent so the one you're accusing of your perceived truth isn’t provoked to anger. Sometimes, being silent is the best plan of action so things don’t go off the rails. When someone is provoked to anger, Jesus said, “Don’t sin in your anger”, (whatever that means?), remember, Jesus clearly sinned (came short of the law) when he whipped all the money changers out of the temple. In 2018 my then-wife told me I was a narcissist, I had heard the term many times before but determined that it was a psychological condition like Bipolar, Schizophrenic, or mentally delusional. I had to look up symptoms and conditions to better understand what I was being accused of. As it turns out, on the self-diagnostic narcissistic scale, I could have traits of a narcissist, but so did my wife. Over the years, the term has been thrown around like a boomerang. It is frustrating, as nobody seems to be taking action for their crappy behavior. We need to look at the person in the mirror, this is NOT a narcissist trait. The whole point of manipulation for control is to blame and accuse, we are being played by the devil (metaphorical, allegorical, symbolic, or spiritual, you pick). If we are constantly accusing our partner of being mentally deranged, the obvious consequence will be relationship breakdown. Narcissistic traits run deep in everyone, and I see now how the devils are playing us like fools. The Bible states that we will be “lovers of self” at the end of times. From the elitist think tanks, the concept was to break down the family unit with matriarchy (women rule), instead of patriarchy (men rule). Amplifying men's and women's traits is the trick to developing new world ideas from think tanks such as Aldus Huxley, Alister Crowley, and Sigmund Freud. To achieve control of the masses, give the public an unquenchable thirst for luxury and possessions. This creates a dopamine-crazed, self-induced seeker of pleasure (selfishness), instead of a patient, kind, longsuffering, patriarch for the betterment of others. The idea that men are the head of the household was to be seen as toxic and to be viewed with disdain. The reason was, that strong family values, with men in control, are more difficult to infiltrate. Most men when they find their damsel in distress, will work hard (physically) to maintain their family unit, and this does not mean to provide material wealth, although this is often the result. Men want to provide protection, teach values, and will often take a hard line when discipline is necessary. Men’s traits have been amplified to toxic levels, and it was a devilish design, from the Archie Bunker of the 70s to the Homer Simpson of the 90s. If men feel unappreciated, they seek validation elsewhere. Men often give in to their selfish desires when seeking validation, acceptance, affirmation, and affection, which can lead to cheating or other forms of abuse. In the same way, women's traits have been amplified. Women traditionally operate on feelings; they connect life with a nurturing nature. When amplified there is no room for masculinity, as the traits of men don’t compliment, they complicate. Women love on a level that is hard for men to understand often missing the mark in emotional connection. Women are also being programmed to watch for red flags, triggered by certain words or toxic masculine traits. This creates communication breakdown, misunderstanding, and abuse (accusations, manipulation, and self-righteous anger). The Answer… If you are in a relationship, and it is on the rocks, stop everything and pray. For some people this is spending time alone in nature, for others, it is going into a private room and dropping to their knees. The Bible suggests taking time for fasting and praying, but not too long so the devil cannot get a foothold, you can read in 1 Corinthians 7. In today’s environment, it is easy to seek the next dopamine hit of pleasure, and social media does not help to create unity, so it is best to stay off the device while praying and spending time with God (or alone). If you are separated and there is no room for reconciliation, then thank God. Thank God for past mistakes, the learning years, and life. Take time to reflect on your traits, and how you reacted and responded to relationship struggles. Take time to mourn the loss. Learn to say, “I’m sorry”. Learn to forgive. Learn to be patient and kind. Get rid of things making you stumble so the devil cannot get a foothold. Reflect on the Golden rule; Do I treat people the way I want to be treated? Or do I treat people in contempt because they don’t recognize the way I want to be treated? (let that sink in…). Learning to love can be difficult, even Jesus had times of frustration and exhaustion, I'm sure modern day Martha's would have seen him as a narcissist. By the vessel, William John   It has been one of those weeks where I have had a lot of a-ha moments. Life is amazing! I don’t say this with any malice, ego, or pride. Look around. Look past the hate and cycle of abuse. Do you see the birds and the bees, and everything in between? Life is truly remarkable. We have things to do on this planet, which is found in the “Golden Rule”, Do unto others. So many people are holding onto the past hurts from past wrongs. Sometimes these past wrongs come at the hands of someone else. This is evil and difficult to overcome, however, finding forgiveness and giving thanks for surviving the abuse is letting go of the possession and the stronghold the abuse has on the mind, body, and soul. When past wrongs are something we have done and when we are the abuser, we MUST ask for forgiveness, this is repentance. More often than not, asking for forgiveness from the people you may have victimized is key to healing and changing hearts. The start of reconciliation starts when we cultivate forgiveness, which is love. On October 1, Canada celebrated the newly formed Truth and Reconciliation Day. Many people on the extreme right want to debate whether colonialization is a good or bad thing. I did find myself pulled into the matrix on social media for a moment, then realized I was part of the onslaught of misinformation. The a-ha moment was deciding to pull all my comments down because I was not loving. Trying to educate on social media while everyone is holding firm in “their” belief and understanding is futile and is definitely not reconciling. The truth is love, and regardless of any lies, deception, manipulation, or misinformation surrounding the narrative of Truth and Reconciliation, we need to strive for unity and love. I visited my favorite coffee shop this past week, I love the owner, and we always have great conversations. She said something profound, “Our gift is our existence”. This came out of the left field, and I caught the ball (the gist of what she was saying), God is love and gave us life. That’s it, the a-ha moment, our purpose is to live. We will all experience heartache and happiness, birth and death, it is how we process these experiences and truths that determine our existence. Confusing emotions from the cycle of living and dying have us bound, not by love, but by hate. There have been many gurus, regarding our existence and the subject of God, such as Carl Jung, Helena Blavatsky, and Edger Cayce, however, nobody has me more spellbound than Jesus Christ. Jesus taught that God lives in our hearts, and we possess the power to be new creatures subjugated to love instead of hate. There is no confusion in love. I attended church for the first time in many years this past weekend and enjoyed the message. I stopped attending church for many reasons, one reason is that it’s not Biblical (a story for another time). I am not against or condemn public worship, it no longer serves a purpose in my life. The message was on renewing the mind. It is a big subject; the pastor nailed some key points and key scriptures to prove God and the existence within. I had an a-ha moment when discussing the sermon with my beautiful brother and sister in the Lord over lunch, renewing the mind is delivered in action when we release a hardened heart. Renewing the mind does not stop with believing something. We must be mindful of how we act and treat others. We must take captive any thoughts that move us in the wrong direction or wrongful decision. We must put our beliefs into action, starting in the heart. Softening the heart equals Jesus, hardening the heart is the opposite, or anti-Christ. Putting up walls and hardening the heart is being promoted at an astonishing intensity, with red flags, narcissism, condemnation, and accusations leading the cause. With the increased level of chaos many people have been feeling within their spirit, we are being challenged to make hard decisions, follow the chaos or follow the peace that comes from a loving creator. One of the biggest promoters of chaos is division-causing denominationalism. What is division-causing denominationalism? you may be asking. The “Our group is right” rhetoric which comes from the pulpit, church, or religious jerks. I know what you're thinking, “he said jerks”… lol. Seriously though, it is okay to be wrong, and admit that we are all being manipulated to believe dogma. We all hold firm to beliefs that are true within ourselves, it is not for me to convince anyone of anything. I have battled relentlessly over the years regarding dogmatic religious beliefs, creating division, not harmony. The result of the battles is separation. It causes confusion and division because as soon as our thinking is not in alignment, we consider ourselves “unequally yoked”. My a-ha moment is that all seekers of truth and God are equally yoked. Seeking God should be peaceful, not stressful. Loving should extinguish hating. God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints. 1Corinthians 14;33 Further expansion and reflection on the word church is required. The Bible is riddled with spiritual language, and the word for church means House of the Lord. The House of the Lord is not a building, it is a place, and this place is in you. The "Kingdom of heaven is within” or “Where I am, there you will be also” are two key verses to prove that we all carry God. The God of our heart is a choice. Choose this day whom you will follow, the god of hate found in the devil, or the God of Love found in Jesus. Reflecting on this past week's events I am hopeful, but more importantly, grateful. I am grateful, that God blessed me with existing and living at a time such as this. I am grateful, for all my friends and family. I am grateful for renewed hearts. I am grateful for love and my time alone to reflect, ponder, and build. I am reflecting on myself and seeking the love of people over the love of pleasure, property or possessions. I ponder the unknown with curious excitement, knowing God is in control. I am building on the foundation of love found in my superhero Jesus. In a world full of hate, brought on by social programming, media lies, and religious ego, it is nice to see the birds and the bees, and everything in between. To our true loves, be grateful for living and loving. Let us always pray we find peace knowing God is in us and trust that love directs our path. I trust that God is working on our hearts and letting go of the things that have us bound. Love Always, William John   In March 2020, I heard a bombing voice within my brain say, GO! I wasn't sure what to do with the voice in my head, and I made every effort possible to thwart my movement, as we were on lockdown, and it would be easier to sit in the corner of the living room, watch the show, and eat popcorn. Over the past 4.5 years, I have undergone a transformation like no other time in my 50-plus years of movement on earth. I have lost everything, both materially and spiritually, and have been on a road to recovery. I divorced after 20 years of marriage, and entered an exhausting relationship with a beautiful woman. I struggled because I told the voice in my head and the feeling in my heart that I was willing to do whatever it took to follow my life's path. I was distracted by love, yet I knew I must keep moving. Love is patient and long-suffering, and God graced me with a taste of what true romantic love could feel like, like the Songs of Solomon. Following God is exceedingly difficult in today's environment. Many people, including myself, want to do the right thing, love one another, and do all things honoring God. In relationships, couples are bombarded with whispers from their peers, social media lies, and the next dopamine hit of temporary pleasure. The pressure to be something we are not, due to the strange competition for attention that surrounds us, is overwhelming. Men are being distracted by images of beautiful women, and women are coerced to believe that there is a perfect man on the next swipe-right app. It is insane! Relationships are on a critical road to the abyss. In 2020, I tossed my iPhone into the fire. Convinced that the end of the days was happening, there was no need to carry the mind control device. It was short-lived, as I ended up leaving a 20-year marriage and needed the phone to operate within the system we are manipulated and deceived to accept. I refused to go on social media, but due to my book being ready for publication, I buckled. The social media platforms convinced me this was an easy way to gain sales, blog about my weekly experiences, and drive home the point of my first book. It has been okay, however, it takes up a lot of time, and I receive a plethora of spam and empty promises of driving sales by someone in Africa for a small fee. There is a prophecy in the Bible that I write about in the new book release coming soon, Manifesting the Gods of Gold. It is a deep dive into the abyss and the beast system. It is a very heavy and uncomfortable book due to the nature of the topic. We all possess the beast, and we have been forced to use it in this present economic environment and social experiment. The beast is finally put to rest in Revelation chapter 18, here is a small snippet from the passage, "For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And every shipmaster, and all the company in ships, and sailors, and as many as trade by sea, stood afar off..." King James Version After this event, a new heaven and a new earth are set up. We will build from the ruins left behind, Isaiah 65, and create the promise of paradise on earth with no more sorrow, no more pain, no more wars, no more lies, deception, or manipulation. Our heavenly judge is Jesus, who dwells in our hearts and puts all his enemies as a footstool under his feet. We are guided by the love of God, through whom Jesus Christ was our intercessor. I was convinced the toilet paper fiasco in 2020 would set in motion this end-of-day event. I was trying to prepare the family for the doom of the internet and smart devices, but it never came. I was made to look foolish in the sight of my peers and family for believing this end-of-day event was something we would experience. "God is in control," I kept hearing, which I agreed, but what God exactly? So I wrote about it. I am on a mission from God to share the truth. It has not been easy, as I have been mocked, slandered, and spit on. I have fought back at times, and my opposition swiftly squashed me to the appropriate place on the social, relational, and economic scale. As a result, I feel alone. The power and strength of the beast are clear, how it has devoured our minds and actions of humanity. Yet, in the light of what I know, I am not alone. Many people are waking up to the control of the dragon spirit, who are vigilant, sober-minded, and working at coming out of the system of agitating rhetoric. I see the light at the end of a long, dark, miserable, and lonely tunnel. I began writing again to shed light on where we are, but more importantly, where we are going. I have two other books on the go. For this reason, I will continue to use the system to further these projects. However, the pressure of doing weekly blogs may start to fade as I focus more on person-to-person missions. I will be coming out of the system soon. Either on my own accord or the complete failure meltdown, whichever comes first. I am preparing to be a light in the darkness and share love through my writing, but more importantly in my actions. I look forward to my future, and have faith that my journey is not exhausted. I am learning to allow any inhibitions to be resolved so that I can trust what God has in store for us all. As God directs and guides us, we all have the power within ourselves to be vigilant and sober-minded so we can all share in the love that has been poured out on us, by being examples of light and vessels of hope. By the vessel, William John   If you were to Google The Cremation of Care, you would discover the Bohemian Grove ritual ceremony. The ceremony at Bohemian Grove is a smorgasbord of conspiratorial understandings and beliefs, I am not interested in the conspiracies, I only want to shed light on the mindset of our controllers and the mystery of the ancient ritual. In the year 2000, I was having yet another relationship and identity crisis. It seemed that trying to find purpose and the perfect partner to live out my purpose (whatever the heck that was) came to an abrupt halt. I was having suicidal thoughts because living in this world seemed pointless. My boss at work gave me much-needed time off and suggested I see a psychologist. I accepted the offer and sought a psychologist to help formulate my purpose. I spent the better part of my life trying to find God. I was amazed that not many people had the desire to find God, and this was where my psychologist and my psychosis battled for control of my understanding. After only 3 sessions with the psychologist listening to my suicidal tendencies, he told me something that will forever sit in my cranium. …You are young, handsome, charming, and smart. Now go out and make as much money as possible and stop caring so much… I was bothered by what he said. I have empathy, I love too much, and my heart was broken too many times to count. The only advice this well-studied, mind-examining, over-zealous, guru of psyche manipulation hypnotism was to make money and not care... Geesh! Don't care for people, don't fall in love, and do not take life so seriously, because it is all fleeting. But the Bible says (arguing strongly about what I understand)… We become seekers of pleasure, rather than seekers of God; Love thy neighbor as ourselves; Love never ceases; Live in the world, but don't be a part of it. At this point in my life, it was the worst advice I had ever received, and to top it off, he did not see any reason to discuss it further and cut me off from further sessions. So, I did what anyone would do, I took his advice and started to be more committed to my work and began making more money. I started to make new friends and tried my best not to get attached to anyone because I needed to learn to burn any cares away, except one, making money. This is what the Cremation of Care is all about, letting go of things that you care for. The ceremony at Bohemian Grove is a yearly ritual for letting go of things in our lives that we care for. The ceremony uses a small child (mimicking a two-year-old) effigy, which is then burned on the altar. The mock ceremony stage is ignited with flashing lights, smoke, and loudspeakers to drown out the noise of the child being burned to death. The screams, whaling, and gnashing of teeth pour out of the loudspeakers, designed to evoke feelings of sadness, guilt, remorse, anger, fear, pain, and suffering. The spectacle composes the ancient Phoenician and Ammonite sacrifices to their god Molech. It is the same ritualistic practice where Abraham (the father of all nations) was asked to sacrifice his son Isaac. This is where Jesus comes in. Jesus was strongly against the sacrificing of children, duh... Jesus, and being mindful or conscientious of his teachings needs to be addressed. On its own, the cremation ceremony is neither good nor bad, it is the juxtaposition. Meaning it separates the intention. Jesus also separated the intention. Our intention should be to care for others first and then reap the love that the intention produces. In our modern day, the cares of this world far outweigh the cares for each other. We put pets before romantic relationships. We chase promises of a new car, a new home, or more snap, crap, or pop, before family and friends. It was the same in the days of Jesus, however, since that time the practice of sacrificing children openly has diminished. We are now building Golden Calves, and nobody is the wiser, we are doomed. The Cremation of Care should be about examining the heart. Where and what are we applying our care to, hoards or hearts? Over the past four years, many of us have been forced to re-examine where to put our care. With inflation soaring out of control and people ending up homeless and hopeless, it is hard to know what to burn. The money we accumulated over the years to build our carefree foundation of greed and gluttony has diminished. Relationship stress, broken cars, trucks, boats, and the latest snap, crap, and pop, are all designed to fail. Everything seems fleeting. Again, like 25 years ago, I have been seeking counsel from someone more knowledgeable than myself. This time I refuse to go to a psychologist whose intention is to keep us away from the God of heaven. The doctors, psychologists, counselors, and social workers are commissioned by the god of this world, to make money. Like twenty-five years ago, I have been praying and meditating, but this time my intention is different. I have concluded that I need to burn certain cares away, and I have been on a ritualistic sacrifice of the things that burden my soul. The God of Heaven, which resides in our hearts, is my counsel and strength, and I trust in the security promised by following the great counselor. What does this look like? For each person the intention is different. The burning ceremony is a cleansing. Exhuming the pain and suffering that has bound us in the worldly abyss of greed and slavery, symbolically called Sodom and Egypt, should be the God-centered intention, becoming born again, new growth. This new growth in Jesus’ days was called Pentecost, where the tongues of fire gave way to the new spirit, it was synonymous with water baptism. The burning away of the old cares to make way for a new promise. The apostles sold all they had, which allowed them to pour into hearts of people, instead of possessions. Burning the material that has bound us is an incredible feeling of freedom, peace, and security. Images and thoughts of hate, anger, bitterness, and strife need to be laid on the altar to be symbolically burned, where the smoke of the torment has no control over our souls any longer. The Cremation of Care ceremony should be taken very seriously, as it exposes what controls our hearts. Having a desire to care for people and coming out of a system designed to enslave us is difficult. It is easy to stay stuck in a system of familiarity. The same story repeated from the beginning of time. Loving others should be our true intention, finding forgiveness and burning up the past so humanity can start building a new earth with no more sorrow or pain, for the former things have been put to death or cremated. If the Cremation of Care ceremony interests you, send me a message. As always, find ways to love the unlovable. By the vessel, William John   All you leave behind is a reputation… I wanted to write this week about something different, but I guess it will wait another week, as the loss of a friend has impacted me greatly. Death is a hard concept. The feelings of loss from those you care for can be excruciatingly difficult, especially when people die at 52 years young. In my mind such a tragedy. She accepted everyone as family, and everybody reciprocated by calling her Sis. I met her when she was only 15 through her bigger brother. She was a big presence in any room, had an infectious laugh, told you her opinions, was strong-willed, but the most loving person you ever met, and did I mention, funny. Oh, my goodness, she could make you laugh. The funeral this week was so beautiful, sad, but beautiful. I went with my 20-year-old daughter, who wanted to support her dad and honor a lady who touched our family. We found some seats, and as I looked around the packed auditorium, I started reminiscing which led me to tears. My daughter said, “Dad, the service hasn’t even started yet”. I replied, “I told you this was going to be a hard one for me.” I love this family, more than words can express. All of them! They are honestly what living a wholesome God-centered life is all about, sharing LOVE! Sis’s mom, Joan, was a surrogate mom to every kid who entered her kitchen. No, she didn’t birth us from her womb, something more important, she taught us how to be born again with a renewed understanding of love. She listened, and gave hugs if needed, as she pushed another BBQ meatball in front of us. Joan was never too shy to tell us about the love she found in Jesus. Joan didn’t just talk about Jesus, she lived it, and so did Sis. Sis was sewn from the same cloth, loving, caring, hospitable, a love vessel, and did I mention funny. Forgiving was something that I did not think Sis had anything to concern herself with, apparently, she did. As I talked with old friends and got perspective of how Sis’s last days were spent, she was still giving wholesome Godly advice, but from what I understand, she asked for forgiveness from anyone she felt she had wronged over the years. This would not have been easy, because she had over 700 sign-in visitors over 10 days, confirmed and true. "Yes, there were over 700 hundred sign-in visitations. Some were people coming back and forth, but there was a very steady flow of new faces during her 10 days in Hospice. Some days there were lines out into the hallway with others waiting in the lobby. It was pretty remarkable." Rog (Sis's brother) Remarkable, indeed! Put that into perspective, 700 people went to see her on her deathbed, approximately 70 people a day. Seven times seventy times, I think she put it to the test. She was a woman that will not soon be forgotten, she was a remarkable God-centered vessel, carrying love. “Forgive, because you just don’t know when this life will end” read by Sis’s two sons in a joint effort eulogy. It is important to live a life free from the guilt of wronging someone, to have remorse for perceived wrongdoing is an honorable trait. Recognizing your own faults as you look in the mirror. Asking for forgiveness will set us free from the judgment of perceived wrongdoing and open the opportunity to grow in love. It also reveals where your heart is, we all make mistakes, as no one is perfect, and intentions are the keys to the heart. Many people who hate will have intentions to get even, manipulate, accuse, and hurt, as the saying goes “Hurt people hurt people”. Cliché’, maybe? But it has been my experience that people possessed by hate, stuck from past wrongdoing, project feelings of anger when something does not fit their mindset. The opposite is true when asking for forgiveness from a softened heart based on love. Honestly, if someone as beautiful as Sis can humble herself, and ask for forgiveness, let that be a lesson for us all. I’m not suggesting that she is perfect, but from most onlookers and people in her life, she had nothing to be sorry for, a true gem. She was the walking testament of living life honoring the God she served, not by words, but by action. Something else I took from Sis’s living testimony of living a harmonious life, leading by example. She was married for over 30 years, and her mom was married for over 50. I remember years ago sitting at the kitchen table with Momma Joan, and she was gazing at her husband Roger (as she always did) and she said something that pierced my heart fiercely, “Isn’t he dreamy! You know, out of all the women that Roger could have, he picked me!”. She adored her husband, not because he was perfect, but because he picked her. She always gazed at him with awe. Most men desire to be adored by their wives in this manner. Men will slay dragons and move mountains for this kind of love and affection, Roger reciprocated because men love to be wanted and adored. The same was true for Sis’, she adored and honored her husband, and her husband reciprocated. In a world full of fake social profiling; me, myself, and I attitude; 20-second dopamine hits; and next failed relationship of promise; my example was found in this family. They have always been a beacon of hope for healthy romantic and neighborly relationships. They did their best to mimic the life of Jesus. Was it easy, no! But, sticking together and fighting battles as a family was key to their existence, to be loving. As my daughter and I traveled home, I wondered how she took everything in. She never knew Sis’s family as I did, but I don’t think you could sit through the service and not be moved by love. My daughter lives in a time of great deception and delusional reasoning. She lives in a time of fake profiles; me, myself, and I attitude; 20-second dopamine hits; the next failed relationship promises; and “don’t put up with their shit” rhetoric. Where will she turn, for God-centered examples? I have not been a good example to my children, but I realize it takes two to formulate a God-centered family. It is easy to have kids, but not so easy to create a deep soul connection with a partner without the proper formula. Joan and Sis took a few pages from the good book by loving their husbands with a God-centered approach, starting in the heart. I never heard them complain about their spouse, and when problems did arise, Joan would give the best advice, “Go love on each other”, and in Joan’s world this meant “Tonsil Hockey”. Nothing was so serious that you couldn’t work it out…and that is the best advice anyone could give. To my extended family, thank you for being an example of God-centered wholesome vessels by carrying love in your hearts. After everything, our loss is not a tragedy but a blessing and a lesson to so many seekers of love. By the vessel, William John   Several years ago my (then) wife and I went to Waterton National Park for an Anniversary get-away. We were both Baby Christians (at least that is the consensus if you’re under 10 years strong). We stayed at a quaint hotel in the small Rocky Mountain community, and like most hotels and motels throughout Canada and the USA, there is a bible in the bedside table drawer. However, this bible was a bit different, it was the Book of Mormon. I perused through the introduction and maybe through the first chapter, and I found it amusing, at the very least. The introduction told the story of how the book came to be, and how Joseph Smith came across some Golden Plates with ancient writing on them in the hills of the modern state of New York. Joseph was given a gift from God (If memory serves, they were glasses) to interpret the mysterious Golden plates. After he wrote the new book, about how Jesus came to the New World (America) to give the gospel message to the native population, he was told to destroy the Golden Plates. I thought it was convenient, as thousands of ancient scrolls outline the story of civilizations from the creation of Adam and Eve and everything in-between. But this is not my main concern, it was a little note before the introduction on the blank page, presumably written by a young teenage girl, which read: Dear reader of this Book, If you are unsure if the words contained in this book are real, I would encourage you to pray. I had grown up not knowing if what I was reading was true, and after I prayed the spirit of God filled my heart. I now know that the Book of Mormon is true. With love, from a daughter of the Prophet (It is not verbatim, but you should get the idea) I got a very unsettling feeling after reading the little note, and it frightened me knowing that some young girl was being manipulated to believe such rubbish. I got the feeling of the spirit piercing my heart and soul less than 10 years earlier, we couldn’t both be right, could we? Her experience was from the devil I surmised, mine was genuine. But something else was welling up inside my spirit, understanding. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the young lady was under a hypnotic spell, but maybe I was as well. Moving on to this week… I heard some clapping and praise on the weekend, so I went to check out what all the commotion was about, it was a baptism. I have always been overjoyed when people make a public confession of their faith and are willing to announce to on-lookers the joy and peace they have from finding Jesus, the manifestation of God. I was surprised to see it was someone I knew, and I tried to encourage them, although most of the time I feel I give into my warrior rhetoric. I truly believe that when the spirit of God hits our soul the enemy is right at the doorstep challenging our decision, but my understanding and angle of Christian pulpit theology has changed. In 2018 it was an unconventional Christian book that changed my habitual manner of thinking, and was further exemplified 2 years later with Convid. It appears that long-standing Christians were waking up to some disturbing truths about Christian origins and the gatekeepers of the pulpit, and they wrote about it. This was MIND-BLOWING! 'Do you mean to tell me that there are wolves in sheep's clothing in the church, and the buildings that Christians are coerced to attend? Do you mean to tell me that there are people who started churches that knew the secret sorcery of the past to lie, deceive, and manipulate our ideas of God while starting churches to steal our money and lose our souls?' NO WAY! 'I’m right, and everyone who does not follow the God of the Holy Scriptures is wrong, as I stand firm in my convictions about the words in the Bible being the only inspired word of God', I insist in stubborn protest! Not everyone is convinced that what they are feeling is anything more than the human conditioning, maybe this is true, but what do I know... From the “manipulated”(being facetious) Bible, "... And YOU shall love the Lord YOUR God with all YOUR heart, and with all YOUR soul, and with all YOUR mind, and with all YOUR strength: this is the first commandment. And the second is like it, love YOUR neighbor as YOURSELF. There is no other commandment greater than these..." - Mark 12 30-31 YOUR God is in you! Mind-blowing concept I know. Denominationalism, religiosity, and spirituality that convince us to look for God outside of ourselves is false doctrine, PERIOD! Sorry to people who believe in the outward Jesus coming back to save you, stop waiting because he/it lives inside every person. I realize that not everyone manifests the spirit of Christ, but this is for another topic. If you expect that God will send you a perfect spouse, a perfect house, a perfect wife, or a perfect life, you are waiting for the antichrist. If you are waiting for God to send his son again to make all things right in the world, you are waiting for the antichrist. If you are waiting for God to take you out of here because you hate how people dress, how people act, or how people look then you are following the antichrist. If you look in the mirror and say, “I don’t like what I see” and choose to see all the wrong in people, then work is needed in your heart. This dogmatic teaching is polluting the work required to truly move with God, Allah, the Holy Spirit, Jesus, Yeshua, the Universe, or the ‘Most High’. Everything we feel is from God. The young Mormon girl had a true God experience when she prayed. The Muslim man who cried out to God to save his family, and then lived through the evil bombings and bloodshed, experienced God. Yes, even the drug-induced psychotic addict on the dirty streets of East Van who said take these drugs from my hand, who heard the voice of God say, let go of the drugs and drop to your knees. Everyone heeding the call of the spirit within their mind, body, and soul conversion was mind-blowing real. The conversion from death to life is real. Being saved, from wars, drugs, alcohol, or predators, is real. The feelings are real, as they come from God, and now we turn feelings into action. It didn’t matter where the converts went from there, as long as they understood that they were walking with God. We should now be able to look in the mirror and say, “I love myself because I love God”. What ever you choose YOUR God to be, is for YOU, because it resides inside of YOU! If you read this and still aren't convinced, may I suggest, that you take to prayer, like Matthew 6, to the inner room where God exists. Be Vessels! By the vessel, William John   To my readers, thank you for spending time with me. This week is a bit different, as you will read, it is personal, but felt the need to share. There are some of us who go through the spiritual chaotic madness, remember you are not alone. We are in this together, and the learning we take from each experience can make or break us. The enemy (the hate in our hearts) wants to destroy our spirit, and the controllers of the chaos seek to destroy unity. There is only one way to fight the enemy, and this is love. I choose to mimic the love taught by Jesus and write from this lens. If you struggle to love, there is help. Reaching out is as easy as asking, but the requirement to change comes from within. To the anchor of life, I groan and I spit, I can’t take any more of this shit. Ok… there I said it. Shock value! Sure… But what is the purpose, day after day, following invisible thoughts, which make me insane? I’m fine… no I’m not… the back-and-forth cycle, the chaotic drain of pain. Building pleasures that get stripped away, from the expectations of the desires we play in our brain. Living life, chaotic drain… sometimes… then something happens? A reminder that the words of the Bible are true, following ungodly desires of lust makes us blue. So, we get up, dust our feet, and try to forget about the lusts of the flesh, the pleasure of sex, and the things that we desire to live our best. It is hard I know but it needs to happen, or so we’ve been told. But wait, confusion…there is more… The Bible, and those scriptures of old, say that God will give us the desires of our heart if we pray and are bold. Bold for what? a question remaining from the fragmented life that I am obtaining. Life is a trip, such a crazy and chaotic blip… in time. I lost a dear friend this week, she was 52-years-young. Cancer beat her up pretty badly, till she took her last breath this week, it settles in my mind sadly. She battled, she fought, the treatments exhausted her, and she lost. She loved God with all her heart and prayed for healing. She trusted and believed the treatments would work. She listened to doctors who said they could help, exterminate those cells in her body that made her feel worse. She was too young, she raised a family, with children, grandchildren, and a husband so grandly. What is the purpose, for me it’s said sadly, because love hurts, a song we’ve heard many times before, after tragedy. She is so loved; the feeling is mutual from all who will be at her funeral. I lost another friend only a few weeks before the 52-year-young who succumbed to death's door. This time was much different, she is still alive, but we stay apart because of our pride. When we were friends, we groaned and we spit, we decided we couldn’t take any more shit. Expectations ruled our heartfelt desires because we learned from the scriptures God would never leave or forsake us, and wouldn't retire. God loves us, or so it is written, he gives us desires through the prayers which are lifted, to follow love instead of hate. But we hated, how we acted, from the chaotic fighting, word-slinging, and unfulfilled expectations. Another… I’m sorry… but nothing is changing…so we decided to part… Who am I fooling…loving hurts… honesty pooling… I can keep writing about the things that don’t matter, fluff and stuff, and things that aren’t tough. But the pain of losing someone is real, whether we know them a lifetime or only a moment in time. A heart connection is not easily severed, memories keep us thinking about them forever. I long for the day to see loved ones in heaven, is this a mindless thought, as we are never sure where our loved ones go, it could be pretend you know. As the scriptures in the Bible say, the kingdom of heaven is inside, so… more confusion, what does it mean, the rhetoric of heaven, and the pain of losing the dream, We want to believe we go to a better place, but the scriptures say, heaven on earth, so we stay in the race. In conclusion, I’ll say this… To my extended family, my 52-year-young friend, she was so beautiful, loving, and kind, her love for God did not go blind. She will sit in our memories for this lifetime, it's certain, and beyond this, we only have hope that she’s behind the curtain, because we loved, cherished, honored, and missed her. So sad we lost her so young, but there is joy in the hope of being together again, having fun. If we don’t ever see her in a heavenly place in the future, know this, our heart is where heaven on earth dwells, and we marvel and give thanks for Gods heavenly gifts. To my friends who I lost who are still alive, I’m sorry I was stubborn and stayed in my pride. I believe those old scriptures the ones that say we’ve been told. You know, how to live with the promise of life filled with gold. How to love each other sincerely, without judgment, accusations, intentions of harming, or blasting each other into submission from misguided expectations? Life is short, can’t you see, fighting is stupid, don’t you agree? God is love, and it lives within, forget and forgive the pain of the sin that drives us insane. “But I tried”, you keep mocking. Let it go, it's not worth all the talking. Help is on the way, maybe it’s time that eases the pain. Sincerely I pray, I’m sorry, I don’t live up to the things I say. I'm human, a man who falls short every day. If I never see the friends still alive, know this, I continue to marvel at Gods heavenly gifts, the moments of time given to us. We loved and hated and unfortunately debated. I’ll choose to love, even when apart, no matter how heavy the blow to the heart. As we go through our weeks, let us remind ourselves, that life is short, so enjoy the heavenly gifts carried by the fruits of love in us. Can I encourage us to manifest the fruits of love? The blessings of being loved and cherished when we depart, leaving heavenly gifts for the next generation should dwell in our hearts. Life, to be continued… With Love, by the Vessel, William John |