Our planet Earth is estimated by our scientists to be 4.5 billion years old.
Many things and people have lived and died during this time and the soil is soaked in blood.
In our soil we find all the elements our human bodies require to sustain life.
These nutrients are absorbed by plants and animals and people who lived and who died and put back into the soil and since the Earth is a living planet,after 4.5 billion years, we will not find relics from the past.
Life goes full circle.
Our Bible says: Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.
So we can say that no matter how we turn things around everything we see, eat, smell, drink etc..
has to do with the blood and bones of our ancestors by virtue of soil and land.
This therefore means, that what the American Indians and our Bible, have been saying, is true, that soil is sacred land.
It's land our human ancestors are buried in and there fore all land is holy land and no one is allowed to transgress holy land.
American Indians stand firm on this and our Canadian Government supports them.
Holy land cannot be bought or sold or touched in any way. Any one doing this, is cursed.
We wonder why Jesus was against money in his Father's house and his Father's house consists of everything by virtue of this argument.
This being the case, no land can belong to the crown. No land can be bought and sold and no one can give mortgages to something no one can own.
Interesting.
Man was born to the land, naked. He used what the land produced to warm himself, clothe himself, feed himself. Then he got greedy and began to lay claims to land. First came bartering and then came the banking system and then the land giving/ selling etc...
Now the banking system takes your money to invest, to buy with and steal more with it, from you.
By putting your money in the bank, you empower it to destroy you legally, using your own money.(I am not suggesting people don't put money in the bank but there it is in a nut shell. Irony in the raw.)
As man became greedy, banks have become more so as well.
Bartering one object for another was one thing. These are things which are fruit from a tree given to man to survive.
Man needs some things but when it comes to land and soil the bartering ends.
We cannot barter the flesh off our ancestors.We cannot buy and sell it and we cannot trespass on sacred land where people are buried.
So in effect, no one has claim over the soil, our houses are sitting on.
Today, banks are creating a false financial picture, and pricing to increase real estate they say belongs to them, from money you give them to save for them.Then they tell you they will pay you interest on your money while at the same time charging service charges to cancel the interest.
This is like giving with one hand while taking away with the other.
When they give a mortgage, the mortgage is mainly to pay back interest on your loan to buy a house, the first five years. After that they make it hard for you to keep this mortgage to pay it down.Today they are making it even harder to obtain a mortgage by continuing to increase the price of land.So you see shacks, standing on land worth a million dollars.
A house is usually not worth much, since the value is more land based or so it is explained to me.
Rather holy of banks wouldn’t you say to sell you a house standing on property they are not allowed to own and then charging so much on it?
They congratulate you on buying a house when they give you a mortgage, knowing full well you can’t take the house with you from it but what they really are doing is leasing you the land the house is on by virtue of interest payments.Loll
People don't like renting their houses today because you let people in and they strip the house and leave. I guess they understand the land part belonging to no one.
They steal from you, the fruit of your labor and leave you with leased land which no one can own.
Once the stuff is gone and the renter pretends he is bankrupt, there is nothing anyone can do.Insurance won't pay.
If man is not allowed to own land, neither is the bank, the government, nor the Crown.
After paying our rent and interest,the cheap house is paid for and man can get a bulldozer, lift his house and carry it somewhere else and even place it on top of a tree trunk and again lease the land onwhich the tree trunk stands, which has less footage lol.
(This is all theoretical thinking. No one should do this lol)
So to make short of this story, if land belongs to no one, then our whole banking industry, is a farce.
Banking has been corrupted by money( fruit of mans labor), buying and selling things which they are not allowed to own.
This is very dangerous for banks investing in real estate as owners, to something that is sacred and unsellable while also being owned themselves by their customers.
Money is only allowed to buy the fruit of the land, provided by our ancestors, for our survival,
not the holy land itself, consisting of the blood dust and ashes of our forefathers.
The banking industry is thus doomed to fail, if it continues on this course, and will take with it the fruit of our labor.
Mother nature will eventually speak her mind as she is doing.
Insurance will not have the capacity to pay and life will go full circle.
DUST TO DUST
ASHES TO ASHES
Isn’t history, philosophy and religion interesting? lol
I can't wait till I retire, so I can go every day to my bank and insist they show me my money, so I can count it to make sure they still have it lol
Kids ask why do I need to study History, math etc…
I will never use it.
To live in a free society, means someone down the line, obtained these rights for you to live free.
These were thinking people.
Philosophers, historians, clergy, scientists, who obtained positions because of effort and brilliance.
We cherish, read,compare and study their works throughout time because they are not fads
like rap, the jerk, and the mini skirt.lol
This is brilliance that will remain universal till the end of time.
We obtained words like freedom, democracy, human rights, and raise our children to believe, they are entitled to these things.
Yet every day, because we are not vigilant, we lose these rights bit by bit and sell our children into slavery.
Man is no longer king of his castle.
He is sold before he is born.
The democracy we so value, is corrupt.
People do not vote for the man, the issues and principles he represents.
He is afraid to tell you who he truly is and what his beliefs are.
If he is afraid to tell you he is against drugs, prostitution, abortion and all the other conservative
things that are good for people and if he is afraid to face his people honestly, he is not a leader.
If he tells you like Paul Martin did, tell me what you want I’ll give you all of the above,
This is also not a leader. A man selling his soul for a vote and stands for nothing means
he can’t be trusted to represent the country nor lead his constituents to a good life.
The elected man today runs to buy his votes from people, in return for a pension and an easy life,to
sit and drink tea and crumpets with others like him, signing pieces of meaningless
paperwork, shaking hands, kissing, collecting Nobel Peace Prizes (like Arafat did) while the tax paper pays and pays and pays and still sits in a sinking mud hole.
Our country was built on beliefs in good work ethics. Work hard, save and
then you will have something.
Today man works hard and government, banks, your neighbor next door, come in, study you and say
Ok we can get something here.
Once a kitty is built they say, ok, we can give ourselves something here.
We don’t need to sell them a car. We don’t need to sell them a house. We don’t need to sell shoes that will last 50 years or strong material for coats.We'll pretend we are selling them a car (greedy people like leases.)We'll pretend to sell them a home, but in actuality we will sell them interest and then move em on out and let the next guy live there a while.
We don’t need cures for diseases(cures don't pay as much as medicine especially medicine which results in more diseases) and now because of budget cuts, we don’t even need to deal with discrimination issues like age because hospitals are like Caesars. Patients are at their financial mercy. If Caesar puts his thumbs up you live. If Caesar puts his thumb down, you die.No one asks you anymore if you want to live or die.So you are no longer an individual with rights and freedoms except in theory. Non vigilance cancels out your rights as a people.Everything our brilliant forefathers and soldiers fought for, is gone.
And people….instead of working, to raise brilliance and thinking people, feel we have our freedom and we have people
we elect democratically so it should be fine. We believe in the system.
All Systems require vigilence.
Systems require brilliance. They require thinking people, who have brilliance. They require leaders, heroes, people who care.People who are not afraid to take a stand to promote the health and welfare of a society, to preserve the species.
If we keep giving and giving, government, banks, lawyers etc.. become so strong, they can draw write ups, any which way they want, and we have no proof of anything they say or present to us is true. There are so many places to hide truth and money.
No one today knows where our money is going nor to whom because no one is accountable for our money.Government and banks never lose. They are like Casinos, designed to win while the people supplying them, are given dreams to pay for, that never come true.
The reason our system is failing today, is because unlike the brilliant men who fought to free people,
We fight to enslave them.
We introduce meaningless words like Human Rights that are used by criminals for enhancing criminal behavior.
We introduce Democracy, which is used against us from the inside to destroy nations.
We reject the Christian beliefs and behavior on which free countries were established, cause some told us religion is the opiate of the people.
People don’t just get drugged on religion. They get drugged on all kind of propaganda.Today people are drugged on media and entertainment and meaningless words like freedom and individualism.
You show people you are an individual by tattooing your body and before you know it every one is tattooing.
When one person does it, it's individual, when 5000 people do it, it's not.
No one sees the difference. To be an individual today, means to be someone who can say NO! because this is not a word in our vocabulary anymore.
Simple laws, which keep the society clean, no one wants today.
No one sees that such things as tattooing loses you individualism, no one sees how lifestyle can affect your freedom
when your own body begins to enslave you as a result. They just see that I am free to say I want something and because of Human Rights and Democracy no one can deny me.
What we are back to, is Adam and Eve in paradise, who say to God, I have Human Rights, I don't need to listen to you and look where this has got us? Into a world of war and hell.
So man in the end, is not trained to think.
We are not thinkers and this is going to lose us our country, our freedom, and even our lives.
.We cannot place value into anything, not even our children, without simple ethics and morals that men of brilliance who studied,believed necessary for us to survive as a species.
So man has to be careful in what he believes in and ask himself for example,why this Bible was written warning us that we are sheep amidst the wolves?
We need to ask ourselves why do we study history, philosophy, law, math astronomy etc…
We are less brilliant than our fore Fathers were. We are not honorable men and we are hiring men to lead us, that are even less so.
So now when children ask you why do we need to study, the answer is, you need to study so you can think, to be able to survive.
Today it's not questions of freedom and individualism, which don't exist, but issues of survival.
We were much safer in God's garden, naked and free, than the path we chose for ourselves to govern.
I wish I could take credit for this one but I can't. It was a school project my son had to do recently. He and his friend had to make a King Tut Mask.
My son used different colored play dough and he liked the result. BUT What happened was that as it dried, it began to crack..
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I told him first off to use a brush and cover it with glue to prevent it from completely falling apart.
Then I figured the next step would be to use toilet paper which splits into very thin sheets. When you put glue on the piece you work on, you can smooth the paper onto the surface, with the glue, with a wet brush.
So he did that and it gave it a lovely textured look but it no longer had the different colored play dough which he liked.
So then I found my old gold spray paint can( praying OH God I hope I don't have to buy a new one cause the spray thingy is clogged. I hate school projects cause you spend so much money on art supplies just to throw it away later) I used it to recycle a old piece of furniture. Thankfully it worked but just a little, enough for him to spray his masterpiece.
Then came the art work and he had to paint on all the lines the eyes. Then we had to figure out how to present it. The dollar store had great framed canvasses. I thought hmmm. If you inverse it, it makes a fine frame. So we got black poster board the framed canvass and it was off to finish the project.
It is so hard to get teenagers to spend time with you, so I had great time helping my son to figure things out without actually doing anything lol He appreciated it, cause to leave it the way it was, just with the play dough, was not going to work.lol
He glued the poster board into the back of the framed canvass and then the King Tut Mask onto that. It dried over night and Voila..... an A grade on something he himself was surprised to have achieved and something he was very proud of himself.
This piece is sure to be something I want framed and put in his room.
I urgently needed a few days off work, but, I knew the boss would not allow me to take leave. I thought that maybe if I acted 'Crazy' then he would tell me to take a few days off. So I hung upside-down on the ceiling and made funny noises.
My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing.
I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the boss might think I was 'Crazy' and give me a few days off.
A few minutes later the boss came into the office and asked, 'What in the name of Heaven are you doing?'
I told him I was a light bulb.
He said, 'You are clearly stressed out.' Go home and recuperate for a couple of days.'
I jumped down and walked out of the office... When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her, '..And where do you think you're going?!' (You're gonna love this....)
She said, 'I'm going home, too. I can't work in the dark.'
We all know THE KISS when we see it. The KISS brings us joy, pain, contentment, anger, fear, tears …. vulnerability and emotions we never knew we had. It is associated with LOVE but it doesn’t have to be, as we all kiss for different reasons, some of which are shown here.
The Kiss of Passion
The Kiss of Innocence
The Kiss of Betrayal
The Kiss of Death
The Kiss of An Angel
The Kiss or Rear Ender
The Kiss Off
The Candy Kisses
The Princely Kiss
The Friendship Kiss
The Farewell Kiss
The Butterfly or Laughing Eskimo Kiss
The Well Known Beloved Kiss
The Final Kiss
Next to eating, THE KISS is the most important thing in all our lives. As beings with human emotion, THE KISS can expose truths and lies better than any court of law. It connects and separates better than telephones and walls and it unites better than flowers, chocolates or ice cream. Without it…. we’d be very lonely people indeed.
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