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Through Night Branches

"Even during the darkest night in the arctic, one can see branch shadows."

 

The Dream

This will be the first time I have written to my page with the understanding that others may read what I write and not as I have been writing as if it were a place where I can vent my thoughts as if I were in my one private little room. Why would I suddenly change a manner of writing? Well it¡OX¯OPs due to the fact that though it is possible to write the ¡OX°OHtruth¡OX±O@ if it isn¡OX¯OPt written by the hand of careful love then it could hurt others including myself. How does this change come about? In large part it¡OX¯OPs due to the very tactful reply I received from a Christian Chat Group I joined while in Korea.

A year ago in the fall I had made the fatal mistake of making the matter of seeing my family near Boston more important than assisting and honoring those Koreans who went though great pains to rescue me from unspeakable danger. After failing to meet my family after a lengthy stay at a hotel outside Boston, I returned to Korea after I had offended the most gracious Koreans God had ever sent into my life; tantamount to disgracing a host of angelic hosts sent to rescue me from a very evil situation. God is not mocked and when someone acts to cut the cord that keeps them out of the dark abyss, God hates to see it but He will not force His will on anyone. My return to Korea was a free fall into a darkness that quite literally brought to the edge of a heart attack. This critical matter of being in the midst of a dangerous situation in Korea came about while I was working for a private school that was failing due to greed and lack of careful planning. Each night I would ride my high speed bike through snow storms on a volcano just to try and avoid the dangers of riding in the city.

I didn¡OX¯OPt see it at the time but I was on my own and at the mercy of very dark forces in Korea; yes Korea has a very dark side but it is countered by the very beautiful side that reflects the Kingdom of Heaven come to earth. Dividing these two parts of one country and a people who have been compromised by corrupt western cultural ideas and aspirations has been a lengthy process. As I have voiced my ideas and learning here on my web page the eyes of people who pray for me view what I write along with the eyes of those who seek to find a way to undo my efforts to serve the ultimate purpose of divine Love.

The sunlight now shines brightly through the windows of a building here in the arctic at a desk where I have sought solace during many times in my efforts to excel in my studies of education. The light is beautiful and blinding but as I have learned, it blinds me to all that is dark and when I gave into the center of the solar disk my heart and mind are filled with a clear quite peace; I can¡OX¯OPt explain it but I do know that everything in this material world has it origin from stars that have died.

I have made a list of what needs to be written because it relates to the efforts to save people from a darkness that brings on a suffering and strife that a very dark force controls. I¡OX¯OPm watching this force eat up people who are dear to my heart; some are caught out of an innocent play with forces that seem trifle yet hold a hook with a sharp barb that can¡OX¯OPt be removed from the flesh without great pain. Other are caught out of their love for another person which they have made more important than love for God and have turned their marital love into godless idolatry

I looked into the sun for a brief moment and can¡OX¯OPt see the compute screen and just type by the positions of keys on the board. It¡OX¯OPs a few moment of warming bliss where all become peaceful and now I can se the key board again. I can see why people have been told the lie about the sun being dangerous to look at; maybe for those who are not connected to the world of light this may be true and my students recently helped me define some creatures that are part of the world of darkness; of those they mentioned, the earth worm and the bat are the two most common. I have thought about what kind of behavior people would have to exhibit to imitate these creatures of the darkness. They would be people who prefer to sleep during the day and conduct all their activities at night. They would also have a preference for things that are dead or dying. I have discovered a spirit that makes people act like creatures of the darkness; like the bat and worm they sleep during the day and avoid the light.

My time is short and I must make a list of amazing things that have happened.

Last Monday night or early Tuesday morning I had a dream that was exceptionally vivid. I wrote it down that day but never published it to my page. I did save it and will post it here because I was told by someone a few days later that a tsunami hit the island of Samoa. I have been trying to time the dream to the event. After a brief look at the world map it appears that Samoa is only a few hours behind the time here in Alaska. My dream occurred at about 4-5 AM which would be more than 12 hours before the actual event occurred on Samoa. The dream I had was complex but a major clear position dealt with a tsunami hitting an island. Here is how the dream went:


I was looking up, the edge I had been standing on fell away from my view quickly. I could see a person holding the golden ring that controlled all time and space that had been mine since the day I was born. Just below me was another person falling into the great abyss below; it wasn¡OX¯OPt long before I would impact him in my rapid fall. I looked at my right and saw a ring encrusted with flecks of pewter in the place where the gold ring had been. In only a few brief seconds I watched as the flecks of pewter blew off the ring I was wearing as the wind of the fall became more intense; as they did I could barely see them forming on the ring of gold taken from me from those who pushed me from the ledge before the abyss. Looking to my right hand I saw to my great surprise that beneath the pewter flecks was the golden ring of space and time and now in the hands of those who pushed me into the abyss was the powerless pewter ring.


At the same moment my body began to make contact with the person falling beneath me. The power of the ring began to work as my body touched his it began to pass through his body like a soft breeze on a summer hill top; I could see inside his body as I passed through without any sensation. I closed my eyes as I fell through him and when I opened them, I was standing of the shores of an island.

The scenery was magnificent as the sun shine reflected of aquamarine ocean tide pools. The familiar sandy pathways winding through the rocky coast had their familiar soft tan color. The day was pleasantly warm and a great peace filled the air. It was all too real and I wanted to hurry into the little coastal town I knew as home to look for the children I had been friends with for so many years.

As I tried to make my way along the coastal foot paths I noticed that there were many people from other lands visiting; they were all wearing their tourist clothing and had the cameras out. I paused before the crowd not wanting to make an effort to push my way through; I took this as an opportunity to look back at the beautiful ocean scenery that stretched out under the bright sunny sky; as I did I saw and heard two things at the same time. Out of the peaceful ocean there rose a giant wave more than 30 feet high and as its smooth crystal surface silently approached the harbor I could hear the gasps of the crowd that had been taking pictures at the same moment.

I wanted to run for higher ground but the area was blocked with too many confused and frightened people. As the wave entered the harbor I quickly looked at the rocks along the shore line and remembered something I had learned about surviving huge typhoon borne waves over the years. I spotted one large bolder at the waters edge that was about 5 feet high; in a moment I ran and hid right behind the bolder at the same instant the huge tsunami hit the beach. I heard the thundering crash as I grabbed my last breath of air. I was suddenly under water with most of the wave current being blocked by the bolder. I held on and held my breath.

That is how the dream appeared to me; I mention it here because it appeared to me before the event occurred by about 12 hours. Things like this I consider miracles. The Bible speaks of this issue when they speak about time approaching a critical point.

The other amazing miracle that just happened less than 24 hours ago had to do with a warning light on my car dash board; it simply said¡OX¯OP ¡OX°OHCheck Engine.¡OX±O@ Not having a lot of cash on hand I tried to figure it out myself. I finally noticed that the computer display began saying ¡OX°OHCheck Battery.¡OX±O@ This I did and remembered my efforts to tinker with the battery cable earlier this summer; finding the cable loose I tried to quickly drive back to my friends house as the dark of evening was coming. Nothing electrical was working on the car including the lights and gauges so I sped on in haste praying as I went. I rounded the corner on the final isolated 5 mile stretch of road way to my friend¡OX¯OPs house and noticed that the engine began to loose power. I couldn¡OX¯OPt keep the car going as I gave it more gas it went slower. I looked up and noticed that I was losing control of the vehicle because the power steering was failing. I began to try and make a right hand turn as the car went up on a ramp and almost into a ditch I saw that it was the entrance to a service station, the only service station on that long stretch of highway.

A friendly young man came out and checked the car over and discovered that the alternator had failed. He told me that they could repair it in the morning and would call me when it was done. He kindly gave me a ride all the way to my friend¡OX¯OPs house. I thought about every aspect of the entire event and realize that right down to the last few electrons that could flow into the dying electrical system, God provided just enough energy for me to make it to that one isolate service station on a back road in Alaska. The car could have failed anywhere between my starting point in Fairbanks and the long drive back to the town of North Pole, but God in His great mercy allowed it to roll to a stop right next to the garage doors of the only service station for many mile around.

The event was preceded by a the worst day I have had trying to teach children who are battling demons that Korean children couldn¡OX¯OPt dream of. I feel like I have returned in time to the crash site of an airline on it¡OX¯OPs way to adulthood; there and many dead and those who have survived are so seriously injured that they can¡OX¯OPt help themselves or others. The emergency response team is comprised of people who are themselves disabled from other air line crashes that took place in their childhood; they go about with blinded eyes and missing body parts trying to assume the position of helpers and aid to the children crying out for help. It is a pathetic sight; one that makes my dream of imparting healthy secure warm Korean family values a vain aspiration.

I¡OX¯OPm not sure if my loving Heavenly Father is allowing me to see the vanity of my dream before final departure or whether He has a rescue plan far beyond my wildest dream. All I know is right now during these days I am hearing his still very small voice in unusual ways; like the way an important letter is left on the hall way floor like a piece of litter or the mysterious phone call I received from the directors of the central computing center where I am now.

The sun is getting lower and lower now as the arctic day heads to a place here it will only be seen for one hour near lunch time.

I must go running while there is still light.

It Ends In Light

(New Life - New World)

 

English Lessons

from the days when

Meaning was Conveyed Gracefully

November 23
I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.--PS. xvii. 3.

In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise.--PROV. x. 19.

 

Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control
That o'er thee swell and throng;
They will condense within thy soul,
And change to purpose strong.

J. H. NEWMAN.

 

Few men suspect how much mere talk fritters away spiritual energy,--that which should be spent in action, spends itself in words. Hence he who restrains that love of talk, lays up a fund of spiritual strength.

F. W. ROBERTSON.

Do not flatter yourself that your thoughts are under due control, your desires properly regulated, or your dispositions subject as they should be to Christian principle, if your intercourse with others consists mainly of frivolous gossip, impertinent anecdotes, speculations on the character and affairs of your neighbors, the repetition of former conversations, or a discussion of the current petty scandal of society; much less, if you allow yourself in careless exaggeration on all these points, and that grievous
inattention to exact truth, which is apt to attend the statements of those whose conversation is made up of these materials.

H. WARE, JR.

October 3 , 2009

 

My Simple Priorities

1. My God

2. My Health

3. My testimony

 

 

 

Gotta Have Happy Memories

This One Has To Be The Best Yet!! Ha

 

 

 

 

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