Why do I care about the thousand-year reign in my brain? It is insane if you dare to deep-dive with me into the craziest theories known to humankind. You know, the insanity of the alternative narrative that most people call kooky, crazy, or loonie. The insane asylum is where people belong who even utter the ideas of Flat Earth, Tartarian, or the Thousand Year Reign. But today, I am challenged to find some bizarre meaning behind the controversy of "crazier than conspiracy" conspiracies.​

I was a strong proponent of the conspiracy community from the early years of the 911 truther movement. I knew that the mainstream media (MSM), was lying, or at the very least being manipulated to carry out misinformation from an unknown group of nefarious controllers at the top of some multi-level pyramid scheme. There was no debate that we were being lied to, as story after story of engineers, architects, pilots, firemen, police, independent media, and so on, all gave different accounts of the circumstances that happened that tragic day than the MSM. If we were paying attention, buildings don't collapse without a great amount of strategic effort, such was the case with WTC Building 7 at 5 pm on September 11, 2001. This should have been the end of debates, but it wasn't. 

Over the years we were being bombarded with so much MSM infotainment that it was hard to keep up. Distraction after distraction kept the truth movement alive with different theories of what in the "hell" was/is going on. One conspiracy that blew my mind, and had me thinking it's gone too far is Flat Earth. Seriously, what an absolute bizarre and backward thought. This debate was settled in 1492, or so we were told,  when Christopher Columbus sailed the seven seas, when he accidentally found the already heavily inhabited North America, not to mention the seance (sorry science). End of story, or is it?

Flat Earth, as strange as it may sound, brings up theories that start to make sense if we choose to stop, listen, and pay attention. Many of us indoctrinated and institutionalized inhabitants of the earth have been conditioned to be trained sheep. We have been shepherded into our mindless, heartless, and cowardly life pens. When challenged to open the gate and see greener pastures many of us are defeated by the gatekeepers of the MSM and institutionalized narrative. Our shepherds have us tranquilized by the fear of being mocked or slandered, or worse yet, cut off from the system that has been bred into our souls. As a result, it is easier to be a sheep than a goat, and besides for some of us, being a sheep is Biblical. Who wants to step into the world of the unknown, and be cut off from the comfortable system of complacency? We trust that our shepherds are honorable and God-fearing.   

Over the years when I have traveled parts of North and Central America I am astounded at the grandiosity of ancient architecture and marveled at the abilities of the supposed savage populous. Due to my gift of discernment, I can't help my skepticism when examining the old world, especially in light of the narrative being programmed into our minds regarding ancient history.

One of the most baffling narratives that I have been questioning now for years is the Salem Oregon State Capitol buildings. I was fortunate to have visited the buildings in 2015, they are truly spectacular and awe-inspiring. The current structure was opened in 1938 and was sheathed in brilliant Vermont marble, and it is not just a thin facade of marble, but thick slabs and several feet in area (I can't find the actual dimensions online, but they are massive). Let this sink in for one moment, Vermont is approximately 3, 100 miles from Salem, and each one of these hundreds, if not thousands, of massive slabs was shipped in just over two years. Another perplexing mystery is the suspicious fires, one in 1855 and the second in 1935.  It is difficult to find the history of the pre-1855 building, and the narrative is muddy at best. From most historical accounts the original structure was open to the public in 1876 after 20 years of reconstruction from the first fire. It maintained the original antiquity of Roman architecture consisting of domes, vaults, aediculae (small shrines or temples), and coffers (fancy ceilings) until the second fire. When studying any North American capitol building, the narrative is always the same, burned and re-built in the 1800's with extensive re-construction in the 1900's. What is the big deal? Who cares? 

I have an unquenchable thirst for truth. I am fascinated by ancient architecture and building techniques. I find that so much has been lost and that we are building cities with no soul, as city planners, engineers, and architects work with their heads, not their bodies. There is no cornerstone of any modern building, only machine dug, and machine-poured foundations of man-made man-ufactured materials. The ancient civilizations build cities with purpose and style, using their mind, body, and soul. The Roman and Greek-designed buildings are still found all over the world, even in North America. We were never savages, and it appears that from the beginning of time, we were made in the image of God.  

I sometimes struggle with my understanding of being made in God's image. I have come to my understanding this way. If I create something, it is made from my image, or in the image of William. We are made in the image of God, and like God, some of us have a desire to design and create. Being made in the image of God has other challenges as well, as some people are wanting to be God. Some people create and design to bring glory to themselves, and in the case of social and political manufacturing, what is the real agenda? Is this manufacturing to glorify our creator or the created?

It has been written that Jesus is the cornerstone of our lives. The ancient builders knew that the main structure of any design needed a large unmovable rock, called a cornerstone. The bigger the structure, the larger the cornerstone. The army of men and women built cities one cornerstone at a time, on the strong foundation of working in unity, piecing together spectacular dwellings for places of worship, gatherings, mingling, and unification. 

It has been theorized, in the light of all the evidence from the Flat Earth community, that nothing is as it seems. The idea that early European settlers to America "found" buildings and inhabited them, is not so farfetched, as many ancient buildings were "Founded in insert year here". This would also fulfill much of the prophecies recorded on ancient scrolls regarding the return of Jesus and the thousand-year reign. This is to suggest that we may be living in the time that Satan has been released from his prison to deceive the nations.

As the destruction the ancient world architecture continues the historical truth is destroyed as well. The Flat Earth community's commitment to finding truth within the mountain of lies and misinformation is to be praised not admonished. We need to scrutinize with eyes to see and ears to hear, not glace to dismiss the theories that don't marry with our indoctrinated worldview. 

All this being said; Does it really matter if the world is flat or round? Does it really matter if we are building structures for man's ego or God? Does it really matter if timelines have been changed or if our understanding of history is compromised? Some say, "YES ABSOLUTELY", but I'm not sure I agree with this strong resistance anymore. It's dividing, not uniting. I am more interested in the heart of the matter. Are the continual lies and misinformation designed to keep us from the true love of God, and serving the controllers of the world? If the answer is YES ABSOLUTELY then we have only one solution, "Do not be partakers of a system built on lies!" Instead, we need to stand together and build our unified communities on a strong cornerstone.
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"And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues." Revelation 18:4

By the vessel, 
William John       

Who’s being civilized, materialized, or trivialized? We all are!

"lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: for where your treasure is, there will your heart be ..." Matthew 6: 19-21

This past weekend I took a trip to beautiful Saskatchewan with three generations of women: a mother, a daughter, and a significant other. 26 hours of being cooped up in a car together can be taxing on the mind, body, and soul, but, for me, the time was beyond special. These three women have all touched my heart, and words can never explain the deep-rooted love that encases my feelings. My love and desire for each of these women is different, yet strangely enough, not different at all. I want to take care of each of these women and never see them cry. I want their hearts to be filled with uncompromised joy and happiness. I never want them to worry about the future, yet the unforeseeable is worrisome. I want to protect them, provide for them, cherish them, and mold them, but it is impossible, as we live in a world that is cultivating greed, gluttony, temporary happiness, and superficial love. This being said, no women in a man’s life are more important than these three, the mothers who gave men life, the daughters who accepted men's life, and the significant others who share men's life. 
 
Each of these wonderful ladies is in a different life cycle. My mother is getting older and determined to hold on to a life she has cultivated for over 70 years. Her worldview through the lens of a woman who grew up in seven decades of turmoil is overflowing with tremendous anxiety and hopelessness. Deep in her mind and soul is an idealistic blissful life without turmoil, she believes it is just within reach. However, time is running out and reality is setting in, she’s losing hope. My significant other is in the same predicament as my mom. They have paralleling stories of the chaotic and oftentimes cruel life that they have had to endure. They both hold on to anything that once gave them pleasure, memories have them stuck in the fight, flight, and freeze response. It is difficult to move into the unknown, and unfulfilled expectations are preserving the slow death of the mind, body, and soul. There is no anticipation for their possible future, as getting older is not embraced, it's disgraced.

​My daughter has the opportunity, or so she's been told. She's been a hard worker, but of late been the victim of unfulfilled expectations. Her anticipation of getting into the real world, making money, and buying stuff has turned anticipation into anxiety. Competition has ruled, especially in a woman's world. Bigger boobs and nicer lips entice the noobs with bigger tips and nicer trips. I feel sorry for my daughter's generation, as wholesome women are rarely exalted. Guys are confusing, my daughter tells me, and she is losing hope that her prince charming exists. All three women, whether they understand it or not, have been growing up with this type of cultivation of our civilization, dare I say, since the beginning of time.

Women want to nurture by nature, but the new civilization being cultivated is to have the unnatural nurture. What do I mean, you ask? 

Look at the device you're on. It's unnatural, it has sucked our souls and destroyed our minds. We keep saying it is a tool, but for what? What is it a tool for? More business, more connections, more life, to catch the bad guys, to keep us honest, etcetera??? How about progress?

Driving through the prairies I was shocked by the volume of wind turbines. Years ago I was excited to see such progress in the farmer's fields, but now it is a reminder to me of the insanity of progressiveness. The landscape has been highjacked by turbines to create more energy, so we can enjoy more stuff. Is this progress? The fields also had the ruins of progression. Old trucks, tractors, farm equipment, homes, and barns. The progression was rusting, rotting, and spoiling, it was turning back to the soil. The fiberglass, concrete, and plastic that these wind turbines are made of will take centuries to decompose. This will be a reminder in the future of the chaotic madness we were cultivating. The problem is being trivialized and ignored because of progress.

How do we decivilize, dematerialize, and not trivialize the rapid growth of centralized control of progress? If you are confused by this, it's okay, I will do my best to explain. Civilize means to improve an individual's or society's way of life through education, a collective of people believing the same thing. Materialize means to make something appear or happen that was not evident or seen before. Trivialize means to make something less complex, less important, or less significant than it is. The moment that you walk into a Wally World or Cost Co-op you are exposed to civilization, materialism, and trivialism. Our worldview has been programmed to believe that the corporate world of stuff is progress. Corporations control industry, industry controls government, government controls societies. 

You enjoy science and technology you argue, and so do I. But like my mom and significant other, we remember a time before the internet, smartphones, video games, and social media. We remember a time of sharing and caring for one another. We were less concerned about our granite countertops and more concerned about our neighbor's well-being. Men worked in the garages, barns, and shops together, while the ladies nurtured the men with freshly baked cookies, cakes, and pies, oh my. No, it wasn't all Little House on the Prairie every day, but it was better. We were cultivating civilization by not promoting materialism. As trivial as it may sound, we believed that people were more civilized and more important than stuff.

Where are we focusing our energy, the past or the future? Can we cultivate both, and glean the segments of the past that were good? Can we focus more on building a utopian future of less materialism and more self-sacrifice? Like our forefathers and mothers before, where we didn't forget to care for people and share our stuff. 

Have a blessed week. 

By the vessel, 
​William John

The origin of the phrase; “put your money where your mouth is” dates back to the Greek mythology era. A Greek burial custom required a coin to be placed in the mouth of the deceased to pay the toll to Charon who was the ferryman that took souls by boat across Styx, the river of Hades.

The phrase has now become synonymous with less talk and more action. I have had no choice but to eat some crow or humble pie this week, as I found my attitude to be provoked to anger, and now have to put my words into action. I know that the things I write about are difficult to put into action, as I have a natural desire to get pissed off and seek revenge when feeling wronged, infringed upon, or victimized.

I have been through my share of earth schooling over the past 50+ years of life, but nothing more significant than the past 4 years. Many of us have been bombarded with so much turmoil, especially in regards to things that we have put our heart in, that much of our soul feels sucked dry. I keep my head up and try my best to find love in the most difficult of situations, but I keep thinking, when does the chaos end? I have been choosing to write as a mindful escape, as well as using my blogs as teaching moments for anyone who may be struggling in the same arena. This being said, teaching about true love and compassion is a daunting task, because, well.. it can be... how do I say... hmmm... SOUL SUCKING. It is costing me plenty of grief if I allow it.

Last November I boarded up the property that I have been managing in the small town where I reside. In one of the buildings, I have put my pride and joy, a 1962 Chevrolet Corvair Van. I purchased this van in 2003 and intended it to be an advertising tool for my small business. As time went by, raising a family took precedence over the van. Month after month and year after year went by, and very little got done with the van. As a result, my heart was not in the project and the van began to feel like a burden. It started to consume my thoughts, and I tried very hard to not let this material possession rule my heart. It is difficult to not be consumed mentally by something that so much time and money had been invested in.

I checked out the van this week, and I was unfortunately shocked and dismayed to find that it had been tampered with. Somebody has been so bold as to start dismantling it, and I was upset to say the very least. Many of the van's parts have been strewn about throughout the garage. It's disheartening to see, as over twenty years and hundreds of hours of passion have been stripped away by some ungrateful individual with a screwdriver and wrench. 

I wasn't sure what to do at first. I thought about going to the police, but the thought of bringing some individual into a system that benefits the lawmakers, and puts pressure on me to seek restitution from a person that probably has no means to pay me back, seems hopeless. I am all for justice, but justice for who; myself, judges, lawyers, police, or the culprit? If you have ever been part of the justice system as a victim, you will understand what I mean. It is not worth my time to be chasing a person around to find restitution, the cat-and-mouse game is not something that I am interested in. It's exhausting, and it proves where my heart is if I desire to play the game of justice-seeking.

So I started to pray and ask for guidance.

I was reminded of a sermon I heard many years ago when my first son was born. The sermon was on how to raise healthy children, something that I will never forget from the pastor's teaching is this; "Don't do something that you expect your child not to do", or to put it a simpler way, "Lead by example". I grew up in a home where my parents would say, "Do as I say, not as I do", this was quite the opposite of what the pastor was saying. Comically, my mind always takes me back to the song, Fight For Your Right, by the Beastie Boys, "For that hypocrite smokes two packs a day". If you don't want your child smoking, drinking, or drugs then don't do the aforementioned. Furthermore, if you want your children to be respectful, honest, and of good character, you must also have these attributes. It is not easy! I have failed many times at being a good example to my children, but have been finding that when I take responsibility for my actions, my children appreciate my vulnerability. 

Children learn what they live, and if the home is chaotic, they learn how to navigate chaos. For many parents, we are also navigating chaos as divorce, separation, and deficient relationships are soaring at an unreasonable rate. Many parents are raising kids as single caregivers. By the time the children are old enough to seek independence and sovereignty, the struggle to teach right and wrong is left with new peers. These new peers are very rarely authoritarians, teachers, or parents. These new peers are usually people who extend the next dopamine hit from the big fatty mind-altering trip or the heart-pounding adrenaline rush from not getting caught doing wrong. Let me be clear, I do understand that some kids are just mischievous by nature and nothing we as parents do seem to have much effect.

How do we teach children to be leaders for good and not followers of bad? Big question...
I am reminded of this; "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose". Romans - 8:28 KJV  

This van situation has me thinking, and as strange as this may sound, the van is an extension of me. You may be thinking that a van is just an assembly of nuts and bolts, which it is, but it is also a creation of my vision. We are all extensions of the vision of God our Creator. Like God, I took a part of myself and created something from the images I conjured up in my mind. If I profess to be an extension of a God, then what I build with my hands is a product of God and myself. What I should be concerned about is my attitude, that comes from the heart, where the kingdom of God resides.

"Built not bought", is a slogan that many people in the car community use as a sense of pride for re-building or creating something desirable from garbage being tossed away. There is no egocentric pride. This pride, at least for me, comes from the heart. Taking something that most of the world would throw away, and making it new or operatable again should be seen as righteousness, not sinfulness. God is in the business of taking garbage, the things that are tossed aside, and rebuilding and creating something desirable, a renewed heart.
 
So what do I do about the situation at hand, the van? The boy or boys (assuming) that victimized a part of me are also extensions of a loving God. In the material world, the van is just a bucket of bolts, it symbolizes the flesh. The culprit(s) are victims as well, living in a world of turmoil, hate, gossip, slander, lies, deception, etc., living in a world full of fleshly desires. The idea of vandalizing,  breaking, or wrecking anything usually comes from a place of hate that is spurred by jealousy and/or anger, the opposite of love. If we buy into the idea that we are worthless, we ultimately will lash out in an undesirable way. So I am extending love and understanding. I am choosing to let this be an opportunity to teach and learn for everyone involved. 

Again, I am not trying to be passive or passive-aggressive in this matter. I understand the seriousness of ruining something that doesn't belong to us. I am simply trying to put the words I write into action. I want my money (material) and my mouth (action) to be directed in love, found within the teachings of a guy named Jesus Christ. We are all an assembly of dust particles and an extension of a vision of Creation, God, and the Most High. We are way more important than any bucket of nuts and bolts we can assemble, no matter how shiny and beautiful.

​By the Vessel, 
William John

I want to make another public apology. I am sorry for using the words moronic, insane, and mutilate in my blog called What is a Man. I am sorry that I affected the feelings of discomfort in some people. Telling the truth is sometimes uncomfortable, so I will not apologize for this. Anybody who knows me personally should know that it is not my intent to hurt people. In fact, I am the first person to give a hug to a homeless person, a drug addict, or someone who is changing their gender. I don't care what someone chooses to be and how to live in this world, but if it is harming someone, even themselves, I care. I care how people treat one another, and I care that some people make irrational decisions and conclusions based on lies.   

I have studied many things over the years, one of which is mind control.  I am also acute to the possession of mind control through the placebo effect on our mind, body, and soul. I understand the pieces of putting the mind-control tactics to work and how to get people to buy what "they" are selling, or fix how we are feeling. What are they selling is key to understanding the world around us. The bigger picture is not just commerce or exchange of goods and services for money, it is control of our sovereignty, our autonomy, our movement, and our minds. 

"You're insane! You're moronic! You're deserving of the mutilation!". I hear the mind-controlled saying right now. 

I have sold goods and services for over 30 years, and I was taught many tricks in the selling arena. I learned that to be successful in sales a person needs to be confident and convincing. If you can establish a need in the minds of your clients and/or customers then you are one step closer to sealing the deal, and of course, making the desired commission from the transaction. The slickest salesmen could sell freezers in Antarctica, and make the purchaser feel like they were improving their life, and that they couldn't live life without their new item.

Lately, I have been seeing the selling frenzy for the spiritual realm, the divine, and God. It is crazy to watch.

What do I mean? What about mind-control tactics to get people to purchase God? 
It works the same way, by convincing people that there is a magic formula to the divine world. Gurus and pastors speak with conviction and power, firm in their knowledge of the heavenly realms. So we listen to what they have to say and marvel at the fact that God is using them as an instrument of truth. Nobody ever questions whether or not God told them this or that,  as the plate passes by our seat or during a meditation session of an all-inclusive multi-dollar spiritual retreat. 

In many circles today, especially in Western culture, the new form of mind control is drugs. Even in some spiritual circles drugs are being used to enter into a psychosis to have the user "experience" God. Micro-dosing has become the latest regenerated fad. It seems that all the "This is your brain on drugs" campaigns of the 1980s have now turned to "Lucy in the sky with diamonds is the wisdom of God". The micro-doers are adamant that they are experiencing God, and that their change in feelings is somehow connected to a spiritual consciousness and connection to the divine. The psychedelic drug trip is now considered a spiritual experience, and hallucinations are the transcending of one's existence within the unity of the world. Transcending is the newest buzzword and is an honorable attribute at its core, however transcending is something to be obtained and valued by being self-sacrificing, not to be self-serving.   

In the book Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, Huxley tells a tale of how to remove the human experience or feelings through the use of drugs. The drug of choice in the book is called Soma. Huxley was not only fixated on the idea of mind control through psychedelic drug use in theory. He was an active proponent of the adoption of government policy for the purpose of societal control. Huxley believed that Soma, or something similar, would help the government keep the population complacent and compliant. Furthermore, the drugs would help in mind control, anarchy control, population control, and so on. If the population is complacent and compliant, they would not desire to find true meaning or purpose for living. The controllers tell you what your meaning and purpose are, and if you refuse to be compliant with their purpose for you, you're removed from the system. 

Some of you reading this may be questioning my motives for telling you this. "I enjoy my life of servitude to voraciousness and ignorance is perpetuating my fake bliss", you reason. I write because I love people, I love the human experience, and I love our Creator. I believe that better times are coming for humanity, a Brave New World, but not like Huxley's design. I believe that everything that we are experiencing on earth is designed by God, but not everything designed by God is to be consumed. What is beneficial to our mind, spirit, and body should be obvious when wisdom is present, we wouldn't or shouldn't roll around in poison ivy, or play with venomous snakes. The wisdom to choose what we put in our bodies comes from God and not men propagating for profits and/or control.   

There is a story in the Bible of a man named Simon, found in Acts chapter 8, who profited from drugs. Simon used sorcery (Greek translation from pharmakeia, meaning drugs) to bewitch (trance) the people of Samaria. He was considered by the people of Samaria to possess great power from God. When the apostles, people "sent off" to teach about Jesus, came to Samaria, they offered without charge the Holy Spirit, by the laying of hands. Simon was amazed and chose to give up the peddling of drugs, that mimicked the power of God. Simon became an apostle and through his repentance was able to heal through the ministry of Jesus. The bottom line, Simon sacrificed his will for the will of others.

There are many counterfeits of the power of God, masquerading as angels of light. These fake angles make great promises to a better life full of happiness, joy, and the creation of the Brave New World or Paradise Earth. I concur! I also believe that there is a new world coming and it is Biblical, Isaiah 65 and Revelation 22. I don't concur that the new world will be developed by a United Nations corporation of powerful men. I don't concur with the millions of Gamma's, Delta's, and Epsilon's being produced to help in perpetuating their system of control. I feel that it is my duty as a human being to help inform the public, and removing their minds from the stronghold of the hypnosis of control is the first step.  

I am in no way trying to undermine anyone's belief, or intense conditioning through massive hypnotic campaigning, of drug use. I will leave this blog with this, life is amazing or at the very least incredible.  Experiencing God is being alive, it is that simple. It is birth and death and everything in between. We have been given free will to choose, this is an incredible responsibility, especially when accepting that God lives within. The Bible calls the God within our helper, the Holy Spirit or Holy Ghost. Our individual choices affect others, those closest to us, and those whom we influence. Don't let the search for God or the small dopamine experiences be our detriment in life. Being like the living God, found within the teachers who transcended, without being manipulated by empty promises and/or pharmakeia (drugs), is what a true influencer and/or follower aspires to be. 

By the vessel, 
William John​