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  1. I am wondering if there are people out there would mind to join me with a thought and exercise experiment for a brief moment of time? I call this "The Uni-mind project". The idea of which entails the following guidelines for a story. 1.) State the topic. "Short story" - Christian Horror, - biblical based, 10,000 - 20,000 words as a goal for now. -{think +/- 1,000 to 2,000 what ever words a week for a month.}- 2.) The boundaries are anyone can do anything but change the previous authors statement in the story. (If the guy's name is sarge then it stays . .we have to deal with it. If they are black, white or even green and a true giant with an angel as a dad and 60 yrs old and from Moron city, Idaho then it is set. But there is nothing saying it is a nick name from his college days. Your thought can be a back ground or today's or a dream or a prophetic future view. (think time line). WHAT CAN YOU/WE get away with in this. 3.) And together build a story on three or more people working off and with each other. Can this work, are you interested in playing with this, as strangers? IT IS after all an experiment here and I think might be fun. At the least it is an exercise in writing and thinking outside of the box. Nothing saying it can't be part 2 or part 3 if something doesn't fit here that is never written. I would like your input here and your back ground so as to assign things if needed. (ie) We may need an English Nazi (o k, I might need one here). or your a sci-phi, ubber geek or a Sherlock, Scrooge, Capt Kirk crossover type. I really do not know here, it is just a though experiment. Let's go play out side the box for a while. Just so you know. Horror = what happened to the person in a given situation. as recorded within the biblical account. NOT bloods and guts and vomit your lunch stuff! I am thinking situational and allow the readers own mind to be the horror as they read it. Hitchcock style. So . . . My idea is of a Christian horror stories are the following. From the point of view of victim. 1.) A young man/teenager child of whom ever during the time of Noah. 2.) Of those left behind on earth from the rapture. Case in point "The demon horde of locus being released from the abyss." 3.) A person who was released from slavery from out of Egypt. 4.) If a person from our world time line could go back to "Then" what would they see and deal with. Or in other worlds, with full knowledge of now and the scripture - YOU were there one day before the death of Christ. What you see and do knowing that he had to die for your sins. 5.) The person is standing in line waiting for the judgement of Christ and he sees . . . . . ? 6.) Insert your idea here__________________. The game is afoot and there is little time to be had. What say you? Have at thee with drawn sward and a bit of grit in your cheek? Sally forth and what Hoe. (By the way just why is Sally riding forth anyway?) Couldn't it be Julie or Anne or even Jim doing the riding here? Just me thinking here.
  2. Thank you for your kindness in liking what I have written the other day. Looking forward to your thoughts on what I have in my head/paper.

     

    In Christ alone.

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      You're very welcome. 

  3. WOW! You're the first to comment on what I have put out. Thank you very much. I am looking for corrections in my thinking or the way I put it out to people. Just because I understand my thinking does not mean I am communicating my thought well in the writing. I may cry in a corner but I need the input and the arguments to what I have said. Your very kind sir.
  4. @Bob Leone Thank you fellow artist and author. Someday i hope to grow up and be like you in Christ as you follow him in his walk on this earth. In the mean time I will hope that what I can do for him is something that will please him.
  5. @Claire Tucker Why thank you little one. You are kind and full of mercy to reply to my efforts of reaching out to someone out thing in the great beyond.
  6. OK. . .Then ya'lls a southern women and speaking properly and all. I's guess'en. I say that as I am one as well. . . . H'mm - A southern man that is, and NOT a women to correct myself here. And yep. my jokes are a bit odd when I read them on line. Please forgive me. So what do write about? Don't tell me. Barns and Noble have offered you a deal for your short stories series and three novels. (Coming to a books store near you in, 2020).
  7. The Letter: It was on the morning of Christmas that the President found the letter. Walking in the room without turning on the lights he caught his breath at the site that was before him. The tree was lit up with all of the lights, decorations and tinsel, a fire was going in the fire place with the crackling of fresh pine cones, burning, scenting the air with the smell of the forest. A single window was open a little letting in a crisps breeze of the morning. The large lawn outside was filled with the lights of Christmas giving him the feel of an odd Rockwell painting in his mind. Mistletoe adorned the mantel, door frames and window ledges. The white little berries glistened with the light of the fire. They cascaded down the edges of the wood they were fasten to, the president smiled at the lore of those things. (Greeks used to set them up because they believed they held a fertility magic in them because of the creamy, white liquid that came from them when the berries were crushed, (the male seed), and if you kissed under them they would be insured the birth of a child in a years’ time.) Pictures of the friends and family had been place about the room reminding everyone of the love they had surrounding them. The children’s toys where were they had played with them the night before. A handmade doll from the Lapland lay in the chair with a silver spoons set from England on the end table where Caroline had left it for John. The large bouquet of deep red roses the president had given her still stood on the table in the vase with his note beside the glass. The president walked around the furniture to be surprised to see nothing under the Christmas tree. The presents that had been place under it the night before where missing. Jackie (his wife) and the children (Caroline and John Jr.) would be down soon so he had to move as quickly as possible. How in God’s green earth did all those presents disappear? This was a joke he thought – it had to be! As he thought more on the after effects of this joke the more he became to dislike the person who wanted to pull it off, then did it. He gathered the secret service men to him then had them start the investigation. It was only a few day until the New Year’s Eve party of 1962/3. He felt the fool for doing it but what choice did he have here. The leader of the most powerful free nation of the world and he can’t find the Christmas presents. Good luck explaining that to people. “Gee, I am sorry Prime minister; I can handle the Cuban missile crisis but not a gift for you and your wife.” He wondered what Bobby would think of his older brother now? The letter was written on a long flat parchment in a strange script reminiscent of the ancient Chinese calligraphy. The white house was effectively locked down to search for the intruders and the presents. The vice president was woken with his family and placed under guard. Lyndon Johnson gave the president a call to be apprised of the situation and hung up only a few moments later. A master linguistic was being brought in to decipher the letter. As the president sat in his rocking chair and thought about the morning and the letter, he looked at it more and more. The paper was strange as though it wasn’t paper at all. It seemed more like it had been spun, as though it was a spider’s web knitted like a rug or garment as though it was a new form of silk, (“China” he thought), made large enough to make things out of it when but together. The writing was by a sharp instrument with the ink an odd purplish because he could see the scratch marks where it had torn through the surface of it leaving strings up from the surface. The ink had a (he thought) “Humm?” a shiny quality about it he guessed. It was as though it might glow if held to a light. Before the linguistic man came in he walked into a closet and turned off the light but it didn’t do anything that he could tell. Extra present were brought in for the children from the other staff and replaced what was missing. Caroline was pulled off to the side while the children had their breakfast and was told about the morning. About an hour later the letter’s cipher code was broken for the most part and he said that it was from people called the “Far-estry men” as best as he could tell. It said, Mr. President: We have the fat elf-guy and will do him no harm if he would give them what they wanted but the rain deer are toast, – sorry! They’re lunch and dinner for the next couple of night. The presents would be returned to them on a forth night after the New Year if all was kept proper and in good order along with the elf having slimed down a bit. In the meantime between now and then he (the president) was to issue an edict to the nation that a city was to be place off limits to his people. They were to leave the city unharmed and never to return for it would be theirs as they won that city a long time ago. The city of San Francisco, California There was mentioned of the earth quake of 1906 and the theft and something else about war. The rest would have to take some time because of the strange dialect that it had, they told the president. The president asked if he knew of any information of the “Far-estry men” and he told the president that he had not heard of anyone by that name. Caroline came to her mother later that day and during the course of the visit she told Caroline, that she had found a book in her room tagged with Her name on it and it was signed: “A friend of “The Fat guy”. Jackie looked at the book and showed it to her husband. It was a hand bond, earthy brown with deep green and shades of purple staining through the leather cover with hand stamped images. There were two borders that surrounded the outside edge with images of a group of people underground. On the spine of the book there were the same strange letting as the letter he found. The book’s back had an image of a person holding up its hand before its face with things around and behind it, next to it there was what appeared to be a thing with a face smiling at you. The cover was thick enough so the image could be seen in high relief and it changed its appearance as you moved the book in the light. Inside, there were hand drawn images with more of their script. The president told Caroline that he was going to have it translated so he could read her the stories so he was going to have to keep it for a while. This satisfied the child and she looked forward to her new book with all of the pretty pictures. He told the secret service agent to insure that something was made up in lue of what might be found in there. After two days the president was handed a file of what the CIA had on the Far-estry people. The name came of an old Gallic term and was bastard-ised when it was translated to modern English. It was the Fairy folk. The ink had properties they could not give an account for and MI-8 of England knew about them as a real threat. It would also seemed that the “Fat-elf” comment was on the real Santa Clause and the story about him living in the north pole was a rouse to thrown people off his trail. His real place was a closely guarded secret that no one was willing to speak about. If someone needed to get a hold of the guy then somehow and in some way he would show up to help within 24 hours after the request was put out to the governments at large. The guy was real? Well I’ll be . . . Sitting down in his office and his favorite rocking chair he spent closed to three hours going over the information the CIA had gathered. The stories of our folk tales were more real than anyone had thought to give credit to. While many stories were wrong, and downright stupid “like the tooth fairy”. Evidence of the fairy folk was not. He saw the name they were called in disbelief. He knew their name and had enjoyed the play named after them; they defeated the rat king for God’s sake. He just shook his head at the absurdity of it all. How could this be real he thought to himself! How? He went on reading the file, they existed in an ethereal plane of life and because of this they thought they could not be fought against. Some had taken pictures of the fairy folk army but none of the folk themselves. When there were mass swarms of plagues of animals attacking whole cities it was most likely caused by the fairy folk. The black plague of Europe, which was started by the push of the Mongolian hoard/empire from China under Genghis Khan, was one of those hidden stories of histories. Genghis Khan was born in 1162 and by the time he was in his forties he had amassed an army of fear and strength. They started out 1206 and they ended their march in 1294 by his army, stopping just short of the western European empire. They had displaced the fairy folk of their land and started a war with them. The fairy folk gathered their armies and either used or infected/possessed the rats of the country to swarm against the human kind. Some think that it was the plague by the fairy folk that caused all of the damage to the hoard and crippled them from conquering the rest of Europe by killing the family descendants and generals after Genghis died in 1227. The “Bubonic plague that killed tens of millions Europeans in the 14th Century was left by the fairy folk to kill the rest of the humans because the fairy folk though they were all the same. Western Europe had a slow march of insane rats coming their way from 1294 and by the time it was 1348 whole nations fell. They started to burn all the rats they could and that helped end the plague. Even today there small pockets of the plague that crops up now and again mainly because someone pissed off a colony of fairy folk. The following are two pictures that captured two of the fairy solders on film. The first one was found on a stuffed horse trying to infect or possess it. It would seem there is evidence that these creatures do have some magic about them and can and do take over animals and humans of our world. The second is from the same museum that captured one trying to take over a stuffed dog and was using a bee to sting it to waking up. What is Unknown about the fairy folk is the level of intelligence, the solders or worker bees, seem to be the least intelligent of the bunch, in fact some seem to border on flat out being stupid. In our modern times, especially over in England they seem to have taken a fancy to possess the humans. They (the humans) become obsessed with magic and the worship of the spirits, animals and trees of the earth. There is a marked physical change to the humans. Taking on what most would think as tattoos and skins dyes, then later on the bodies would transform into animalistic looking appearance. Eyes having become extremely dark either deep red to deep purple, The ears having becoming pointed with the nose and lips becoming feline in shape and ending with their toes and fingers having become claw like and in length, the finger nails notably. The president close the file and prayed for the wisdom to handle this. How on earth could he tell an entire population of a city to just leave and then cordon off the city so no one would ever come back in? It was impossible, there was always people trying to take advantage of what was out there. And this was free housing and business ripe for the taking. Who could pass that up and why would you in the first place? That area had the drugged out and the youth just waiting for someone, anyone to lead them. They were lemmings for the most part. Their parents were O K but the kids, that was something else. Either now or later this country would be at war with these creatures and who knows what they had in their arsonal in today's times. Hell ! He told himself, first there was Korea and now Vietnam and then there was the Russia and Cuba thing just a few months ago, now this in December. The president chief of staff (Kenneth O’Donnell) came in and informed him they had found what appeared to be Santa Clause. It took only a few hours with the help of the state department and those that came in from England having taken the lead on this. The Santa Cause had been found in an abandoned theater in the city of D.C. Dancing the Nutcracker suite, he had died of exhaustion continually dancing and never once stopped for all those days. Even his dead body was dancing a jig to the nut cracker musical. It stopped when the music was turned off. John Fitzgerald Kennedy knew what he had to do that night. At first light America would be at war. At war with the most evil creatures he now knew to exsistance. The Sugar Plum Fairies. Over the course of the next many months they were able to fight them but the losses were great. The new media was put into the closet and was never allowed to know of just what was happening. On February 11, of 1963 the president created the Domestic Operations Division of the CIA to combat the fairy war here in the United States. This one act had ramification that would go on into the coming years like a bell reverberating around a church stone walls. It ended with the internment of the sugar Plum fairies being imprisoned under Alcatraz Island in San Francisco during the summer of that year. Later on, a rouge assassin from the fairy folk would be in Texas waiting, waiting for the president to feel safe and confident enough to take a ride down the highway with the top down. You remember the magic bullet theory don’t you? Well their not just whistling Dixie there. That’s why there are still unanswered question. We’re at war with them from those that have escaped to flourish in our world. Some days we win and others we lose. Allow me to leave you with this to ponder late at night on as you go about your lives in the quiet of the world. Have you ever noticed the animals and the insanity they do? How they suddenly beach themselves from the ocean, birds falling from the sky without notice or rhyme. The swarm of locus, gathering and feeding on the feed of our crops or the mice and rats, gathering again and again to swarm into our cities. Look it up why don’t you. You have google.com, just put the question in there and see for yourselves. It’s the fairies infecting them. Haven’t you ever wonder why little Jack Horner put his thumb into the pie and pulled out a plum. Will it wasn’t because it was fruit. It’s the only way to kill them creatures. “Fire” You see they were trapped inside and he baked them in an oven. He was one of us, fighting them.
  8. @Chuck Kralik Hmmm. I see I have to practice doing this message thing here. Please to forgive me here. Thank you Chuck. Your very kind. I hope to be a blessing to you.
  9. @Sarah Daffy Hmmm. This message thing is a new thing for me here. Live and learn . . . Thank you for your kind words. I hope to be a blessing to you and to others on this site. If in your travels you see where I might improve myself, please feel free to advise me of your thoughts. I can almost take it. (O K where's my box of tissue?) Like I was saying. Your very kind.
  10. @jonjovi Well aren't you welcoming here. Thank you very much. I hope we can be of encouragement to each other and a blessing to those around us on this site.
  11. @lynnmosher Your a bright ray of son shine in a cloudy world. Thank you for the light so I may know my way. -{I keep stubbing my toes and it is getting old . . And it makes for wearing shoes difficult at times.}- ANYTHING you might want to tell me then have at it. I may not like it but it is the only way to grow.
  12. @HK1 Well it is nice to meet you. Thank you for your kind words and I hope that we will be of great blessing to one another and to others in Christ.
  13. @Alley Your very sweet to greet me with your invite to this world of Christian encouragement and accountability.
  14. @chuck kralik Thank you to a fellow chuck-ster/charles. I hope we can be of great encouragement to each other and to those around us in Christ.
  15. @sarah daffy Thank you for your kind words and support. Your cool.
  16. @Miss Erin Forgive me here but I feel like I should address you as a teacher with the title of "Miss Erin". A Are you one? If so what do you teach? English I hope or is it creative writing? I ask, as I might be in need of a good red pen and a sad face sticker on my papers some times. If you are not one . .tis a pleasure to meet you my dear and thank you for the response. Very kind of you.
  17. Well aren't you help to the needy. As I is one . . thank you @Rebecca Hopefully,
  18. M. H. I. Good night, I found another with an open mind ! ! ! My hat is off to you for having the spiritual incite here. Love the series and the butch macho, cheesy, over the top - ("Just a flesh wound Sgt. . .I'll sow it up later because I'm busy at the moment killing evil things in the world.") attitude. Please to forgive. . . I do not know Robert Heinlein.
  19. What magic decoder ring button do I push to reply to those that say hi to me in this site? ? ? ? Somebody give me a little or a lot of guidance here please.
  20. Hi stud. Thank you for your greeting. A pleasure to meet you. Suspense huh. Are your a Steven King-ish or a Ted Deecker type? Maybe an Alfred Hitchcock?
  21. Thank you Lynn, I thought I did what this site wanted me to. I do not know how to remove my email. In fact i do not know how to do anything on this site. Any help.
  22. What is the Judgment? In our world we have a growing evil that our society is forced to deal with on a daily bases either directly or indirectly. For the whole of my life I have always heard from people who were well meaning in their efforts to help - that “God will get (that person) in the end, God doesn’t like ugly, Don’t you worry about that man right now charles, – He’ll stand before God and he’ll have to answer to him for what he did.” As a human being, I really didn’t find it all that comforting coming from a well-meaning person be them relative or friend. Not when I am in pain, or at a loss of “What do I do now?” state of mind. As the days of our lives go on and on we are seeing the world around us inventing new ways of accepting and promoting the same old evil, even glorifying it in a lot of cases. And still it does not ease the pain of what we see, experience, observe and hear about. Grief is what bears on my heart many times, because; what happened - cannot be changed, cannot be healed by me or us as a whole. So what are we to do here? Keep preaching the same platitudes to one another? No, what God has been bringing me to understand is that he really does have our side of things here and we are to trust him even when you and I do not understand. And in my spirit I asked how do I do that, when I am having to deal with the left overs and after math of the offence here with me on earth and all around me? The child’s rape, the drunken beating and incestuous relationship, the rape of our hearts when our partner go to someone else and divorce happens, The loss of a loved one from an odd occurrence or the loss of money, a job or home from an unscrupulous person. These are real life hurts and pains and we want real life answers to them. It comes down to two things here. Either we as human beings will have forgiveness in Christ or we will have judgment by Christ. Outside of this there is nothing else. No matter who you are. God does not want you to die in your sins/crimes but be forgiven. No one! (i. e.) If Hitler came to know Jesus Christ as savior before he died, (Which, in truth is possible,) that means, that you and I will have Adolf as a brother in Christ with us in heaven for eternity. Are you going to stand before Christ and say that it is not fare! He murdered and burned over 6 million Jews and others of our world. Jesus himself might turn to you and say. It wasn’t fare that you were saved and forgiven either, Right? Forgiveness: Mercy = is not receiving what you do deserve. And, Grace = to receive what you do not deserve. If that standard does not apply equally to all of mankind then God is unrighteous and shows partiality. Do you really want to follow that type of God, let alone be judged by him? And if you honestly believe that God, the Father of Jesus the Christ and creator of all of mankind, who is Holy, Holy, Holy is right and Holy in all that he does. Then ought you to trust him when you do not understand his mercies towards someone that should and deserves judgment and condemnation to the Lake of Fire? OH! That would be you and “I” – wouldn’t it? Because IF YOU DO NOT trust him in this, then you need to check your passport you have when it comes to getting into heaven. Does it say “Because of Christ alone?” If it does not have it then you are in very, very big trouble and the judgment occurring on someone else is the least of your worries. Check to see if you are in the faith of Jesus the Christ and understand why you are there, first of all, before you go on to read this to the end. What is judgment and far more importantly what is it going to be like to stand before God in his judgment of you? I have stood before a judge here in our society and I have stood by as a witness in a military judgment trial. Both are scary and frightening in different degrees and magnitude. The main point of the judgment is to get to the truth of the matter and render justice to one side and condemnation to the other. But, what of God’s judgment? How is that going to be to us as the human being that we are? For one, God judges the motivations of the person and where in our limited understanding of the situation that occurred his is a complete understanding of who did what, why did they do it, and was it motivated by something or someone and to add the Spiritual aspects to this, some other being with malevolent intentions involved in the matter. I honest believe there might be far more unintentional event seen at the judgment then we have considered. And what is not seen or even reflected in our own minds, we will now see the working of God’s Spirit and God’s angels helping us and that person next to us, moving us and that person next to us and shielding us and that person next to us. I am trying to make a subtle point here. It will not only be just you judged but we will see everyone and everything around us as well in context to that point of our lives. But you might ask, “What of those that commit high crimes and violent crimes. The tortures, the rape, the abuse, the theft and destruction and utter abandonment – left to the side of the road and gutter when no one will hear or do anything about it? What about those who get away with it and are never caught and held responsible for their actions?” In this, I have to say with great fear and trembling there is going to be a retrial or in some cases a trail of the person for the first time. Why do I say Fear and Trembling? God teaches us that when we die, we are either already condemned or we are justified by Christ. We die and then we go to where we wait for our judgment. Heaven or hell. That is why we have the *two Judgments afterwards. You see when we die we are not judge right away. We go to where we have decided to go to. In the parable of the Rich man and Lazarus, There was no judgement that happened. We see them in a place, waiting. Waiting for what you might ask? For the judgment to occur. The *judgment seat of Christ is also called the Bema seat of Christ. This one will be ONLY for those who know Christ as their redeemer and savior. *The other judgment is called the Great White Throne Judgement. This one will be for all who have never known Christ and have rejected God and or his Christ (** See note at bottom) during the time of Christ. It is here that the new trails and the first trails for those that “got away with it” will happen. The man and or woman who never stood trail, who was never held accountable for their actions will be held to the purest of the pure truth of God’s Holiness and absolute righteousness. I want to point out to the reader of this Letter and ask another question here, so you can have something to think about. Why is it called the “Great White Throne” anyway? I believe, it is because that it is the purest of the pure, total all-consuming fire of God’s Holiness. God lives in another dimension of reality, (Spiritual as it is called) while we live in time and space, an earthly, (fleshly existence). And it is here the Spiritual dimension that we are brought to. Absolute Spirit, Absolute truth, Absolute-ly in your face, the blinding light of his eyes upon you and what you did and when you did it, then, why did you do it in the first place. A pastor (Winkey Pratney) once said, “Though we live in a world of people, we die and face God and his judgment all alone.” Though that sound great, I cannot agree with it because of what God’s word says. The bible tells us throughout the gospels that, “It will be more tolerable for the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah than for those cities around Jerusalem in his time. That Sodom will rise up and accuse this generation (that of Jesus’ time)”. That implies, that it is not just God who will being seeing the truth but the world as a whole will be seeing your life. They, the world, in all of history will stand up and be witnesses against you. If Sodom will rise up against those of Jerusalem of Jesus’ time, then both will they also not rise up (ie) Jerusalem against our generation of America (i e) You and I? We, who have 2000 years of history to look back on? We, who have the internet to translate, check and double check the truth of a matter? In fact both sides of the Bible old and new. We, who can search for ourselves the word of God in any shape, form, style, and language? And if we see that Sodom and Gomorrah will rise up, then will not the generation of Noah’s time also rise up, who died in the flood because of the evil they had done that cause their own judgment and death in the first place? Now to bring a bit of hope or better yet Redemption into all of this. Every man, woman and child has misunderstanding, unintentional actions, the ignorance of a situation, the blind, deaf and dumb things we have committed to each other and in the process hurt others by our actions. Our wives, husbands, children and our family and friends of our lives. What we did and have done will all be revealed to everyone. That joke you meant to make the other person laugh but cause them pain. That situation you didn’t think was very important, but was to them and they hated you for it. The time when you look back at the divorce and ask him or her to forgive you. For any a number of things of going too far in your friendship, sexual relationship or took advantage of a situation to satisfy your lust, of money, power or authority and crushed the other person and or their spirit, and lives, etc. etc. The time you were just a stupid, immature uninformed individual that needed to grow up for a few years first before having that relationship with the other person and now you live with a mountain of regret that the evil one uses as a knife or hot iron in the wound of your life. For them to see how the evil one keeps replaying the same scene of your life accusing you over and over driving that knife further and deeper into you thus pushing you away from them so there is now no path of restitution or rebuilding of the relationship. Know and understand this. That in the day of Judgement with everyone there around you. The truth will come out for them as well. They will now know you really didn’t mean to say or do and not do that thing that hurt them so very much. They will see the spirits and demons around the both of you manipulating, lying, accusing, torturing and twisting the knife that “they” put into you in the first place, and now are using the other person to put a cup of salt into the wound just to drive you apart. To steal, kill and destroy what you have together. They will see the truth of how much you loved and cared for them and they – you. I firmly and quite honestly believe the sorrow, and grief we all live with today with be a testimony to others when they see it for the truth that it is in the Day of Judgment. Those times because of the miles or damage or even because of death they are no longer here, when you ask that person to forgive you, all the while trying to forgive yourself while you are driving or flying or just walking and remembering that occasion. Your heart flies to heaven in joy when you think of them or to the depths of pain and sorrow for the pain that exist in you. Of how things could be different if given the chance. They will see and understand the truth in that Day of Judgment. Of how they have been tormented by the evil one then used because of that torment to hurt you mistakenly and maybe unknowingly will be revealed. Understand, when you speak to them in your heart in that quiet moment of your life as you think back to that day out of grief, loss, love, sorrow over the many years, There in the day of judgment they will finally hear the truth of your love for them and the sorrow you bare for what happened to them. There in the Day of Judgment, God will make everything understood and right in his truth. The child that hated you for leaving, the spouse for not believing you, for the friend who you lost to that terrible situation that, if you could, you would go back in time and change things to lift the pain they bore for so long and charged against you for the pain. Oh. Yes. The Day of Judgment will be very, very terrible. The grief and loss of all those around us who didn’t receive Christ. Then there is going to be the great revelation of the truth to one and all for the love that was hidden, stolen and or destroyed because of the evil one in our lives and now Christ has recovered and given back to all of you, to all of US. In judgement it goes both ways. Truth will be displayed for the criminal just as it will be displayed for the redeemed in Christ. ** (Please remember, this point will be on what they knew and how they responded to what they knew. As in those who lived in the island of the Pacific, Russia, Alaska, England etc. before the time the gospel had gotten to them. They will be judged for how they responded to the knowledge of God around them, no different than the children of Israel before Christ.) C. P. Beanland
  23. Sinning and your Salvation. A friend of mine once ask me “How can I know if I am saved when I keep having the sin in my life? Sin, that I do not want to do but do it anyway and I just can’t stop.” That was a fare question. I thought about it and asked the Lord for his help in the matter. I asked my friend that if you turn the question around what it is saying to you. He looked at me not understanding, so I went on. How do you know that you sin? Is it because of God or Satan telling you? Trying to point the being / person behind the voice out to him. He answered me saying, I think sometimes it is both. OK, good. Now, what is said to you in the conversation? He told me that he didn’t understand. What do you hear or feel or know when you go through this? Is it “You’re a dirty filthy piece of garbage, “You’re” a pathetic looser” or something else? Yea, I hear that and feel that. he said. Then if you didn’t “Know Christ”, I replied, why would Satan tell you something like that? If, you did not know Christ. Then, that would mean you were going to hell and if, in your life you “Sinned” as you say, wouldn’t he go out of his way “NOT” to tell you? Because, if he did then he would trying to keep you from hell. But that is not his goal here is it? The light clicked on in his understanding of the situation. I then asked, why is it that committing the sin bothers you so much? Because I know that is something God’s does not want me to do. He told me. So you feel guilty? I asked. Yes, I do. He answered me looking at his hands. Then that is a good thing. Because you ARE guilty buddy. He looked at me with a bit of resentment. Hey look I am trying to be honest but I am not accusing you either. I am trying tell you the truth to help you - not dig my cleats into you to make you feel worse. If you were not guilty then that would be false guilt and that is easily dealt with even in human standards. Yet it is God’s Spirit that moves you to confess you sin here. This is a Spiritual thing here. Think of the Holy Spirit as a big Spiritual cop and when he is talking to you, then you’re in the interrogation room with the light of his Glory in your eyes just like a table lamp in an old black and white noir movie. I acted out the scene dramatically and putting on an Irish accent. “OK, Mugs’, we got you on the camera committing the crime. We’ve got your finger prints at the scene of the crime and your DNA all over the place. Tell us the truth and make your life easier for you in the long run. You did it and you enjoyed it didn’t you, DIDN’T YOU me boy’oh! . . . Right outside we’ve got either a lawyer or the D.A. waiting for ya. It’s up to you now. Just sign the confession and we can work a deal.” The light was moved out of his eyes and to the table where a typed piece of paper was laid in front of him. It was a detailed account of what happened that night. Down even to what he was thinking. All Mugs’ had to do was to sign it and move forward from there. Moments passed by, he noted the air condition had been turned off and the temp was going through the roof along with his chances of beating this rap. Beads of sweat roll down his back and across his face as he stared back at the big cop sitting across the table from him staring him down –he wasn’t giving an inch. The cop’s goon squad, Mike and Gab. stood against the back wall with sweat stains under their arms pits and their shirts sleeves rolled up, it looked like they were itching for me to do som’n. “So Do som’n for crying out loud why don’t ya already!” Gab. yelled. The big cop just sat there looking at me, for God know how long. Mike just stood there cracking his knuckles with his arms stretching his shirt sleeves threating to rip the seams apart. “Yea Mugs’” he said, Go on and do som’n good for yourself for once in your life. He smiled at me. He smiled like I was a bag of Lay’s potatoes chips and he was hungry, and you can’t just have one? Can you?” I looked at my friend and said “To confess in the Hebrew, is to admit the truth or agree with what is being said about the situation. That is why we have the terms of Beating the truth out of a person or Beating a confession out of the person in our crime book of the 1950’s and 60’s. You see, you and I have either; Satan, the guy that has you in the back alley trying to kill you or take your money after his goons break your fingers, arms and legs. Or, God’s Holy Spiritual cop that want’s a confession so Jesus your lawyer can take your place and get you off before the judge. After that you’re in the witness protection program. So to speak.” What this comes down to, if you were part of Satan’s gang of thugs. Then going to the whore house or drug bin or even roughen up some mug that owed you some money then he wouldn’t even be bothered by you. But because you are God’s property all he can do is lie to you, try and steal from you maybe even try and kill you. But just remember the Holy Spirit’s Goon squad that walks by your side all of the time. They wouldn’t be there and the Holy Spirit wouldn’t call you on the carpet from time to time if you were not his. So just relax, your safe. P. S. from the goon squad behind “Yea,” Mike said taking his shirt off showing the battle harden scars on his chest and putting on his tunic. “Ole, me and Gabriel here got your back. And that itch I got, he said flexing his muscles? Well let’s put it this way. I’ll be scratching that itch real soon with Satan himself and his gang. So go out and have yourself a coke and a bag of chips on me.” “Hey yo, Michael.” Gabriel said as he walked up. “I picked up that trumpet you wanted.”
  24. Sinning and your Salvation. A friend of mine once ask me “How can I know if I am saved when I keep having the sin in my life? Sin, that I do not want to do but do it anyway and I just can’t stop.” That was a fare question. I thought about it and asked the Lord for his help in the matter. I asked my friend that if you turn the question around what it is saying to you. He looked at me not understanding, so I went on. How do you know that you sin? Is it because of God or Satan telling you? Trying to point the being / person behind the voice out to him. He answered me saying, I think sometimes it is both. OK, good. Now, what is said to you in the conversation? He told me that he didn’t understand. What do you hear or feel or know when you go through this? Is it “You’re a dirty filthy piece of garbage, “You’re” a pathetic looser” or something else? Yea, I hear that and feel that. he said. Then if you didn’t “Know Christ”, I replied, why would Satan tell you something like that? If, you did not know Christ. Then, that would mean you were going to hell and if, in your life you “Sinned” as you say, wouldn’t he go out of his way “NOT” to tell you? Because, if he did then he would trying to keep you from hell. But that is not his goal here is it? The light clicked on in his understanding of the situation. I then asked, why is it that committing the sin bothers you so much? Because I know that is something God’s does not want me to do. He told me. So you feel guilty? I asked. Yes, I do. He answered me looking at his hands. Then that is a good thing. Because you ARE guilty buddy. He looked at me with a bit of resentment. Hey look I am trying to be honest but I am not accusing you either. I am trying tell you the truth to help you - not dig my cleats into you to make you feel worse. If you were not guilty then that would be false guilt and that is easily dealt with even in human standards. Yet it is God’s Spirit that moves you to confess you sin here. This is a Spiritual thing here. Think of the Holy Spirit as a big Spiritual cop and when he is talking to you, then you’re in the interrogation room with the light of his Glory in your eyes just like a table lamp in an old black and white noir movie. I acted out the scene dramatically and putting on an Irish accent. “OK, Mugs’, we got you on the camera committing the crime. We’ve got your finger prints at the scene of the crime and your DNA all over the place. Tell us the truth and make your life easier for you in the long run. You did it and you enjoyed it didn’t you, DIDN’T YOU me boy’oh! . . . Right outside we’ve got either a lawyer or the D.A. waiting for ya. It’s up to you now. Just sign the confession and we can work a deal.” The light was moved out of his eyes and to the table where a typed piece of paper was laid in front of him. It was a detailed account of what happened that night. Down even to what he was thinking. All Mugs’ had to do was to sign it and move forward from there. Moments passed by, he noted the air condition had been turned off and the temp was going through the roof along with his chances of beating this rap. Beads of sweat roll down his back and across his face as he stared back at the big cop sitting across the table from him staring him down –he wasn’t giving an inch. The cop’s goon squad, Mike and Gab. stood against the back wall with sweat stains under their arms pits and their shirts sleeves rolled up, it looked like they were itching for me to do som’n. “So Do som’n for crying out loud why don’t ya already!” Gab. yelled. The big cop just sat there looking at me, for God know how long. Mike just stood there cracking his knuckles with his arms stretching his shirt sleeves threating to rip the seams apart. “Yea Mugs’” he said, Go on and do som’n good for yourself for once in your life. He smiled at me. He smiled like I was a bag of Lay’s potatoes chips and he was hungry, and you can’t just have one? Can you?” I looked at my friend and said “To confess in the Hebrew, is to admit the truth or agree with what is being said about the situation. That is why we have the terms of Beating the truth out of a person or Beating a confession out of the person in our crime book of the 1950’s and 60’s. You see, you and I have either; Satan, the guy that has you in the back alley trying to kill you or take your money after his goons break your fingers, arms and legs. Or, God’s Holy Spiritual cop that want’s a confession so Jesus your lawyer can take your place and get you off before the judge. After that you’re in the witness protection program. So to speak.” What this comes down to, if you were part of Satan’s gang of thugs. Then going to the whore house or drug bin or even roughen up some mug that owed you some money then he wouldn’t even be bothered by you. But because you are God’s property all he can do is lie to you, try and steal from you maybe even try and kill you. But just remember the Holy Spirit’s Goon squad that walks by your side all of the time. They wouldn’t be there and the Holy Spirit wouldn’t call you on the carpet from time to time if you were not his. So just relax, your safe. P. S. from the goon squad behind “Yea,” Mike said taking his shirt off showing the battle harden scars on his chest and putting on his tunic. “Ole, me and Gabriel here got your back. And that itch I got, he said flexing his muscles? Well let’s put it this way. I’ll be scratching that itch real soon with Satan himself and his gang. So go out and have yourself a coke and a bag of chips on me.” “Hey yo, Michael.” Gabriel said as he walked up. “I picked up that trumpet you wanted.”
  25. Hmmm. This is odd for me as I have not done this before. Greetings to one and all dear sirs and madams, I bid thee a most "welcome". I am Charles Beanland, age 58, living in Alaska on the island of Kodiak for now. I am reaching out to whomever that might respond so I might find an iron to sharpen myself on without getting metal splinters. I am ex navy, an ex husband and an ex southern boy from Florida. I cannot stop the stories from going through my head, but I have problems getting anyone to give me a good argument - improvement - encouragement - or just a good pat on the head saying "now there's a good boy ." and to be honest I fear the quick kick in the pants if I messed up. I have many stories as I have had time to write them and very few that are complete. Sadly. Thus my reason for asking for help. I write fiction in the line of "what if", in my thinking, and like to try and make the reader think. I was in Colorado Springs years back and a publisher told me that I need a good English course to build or rebuild what is missing in my life. In 2013 -2015 I took a few English 101 course and creative writing classes. I enjoyed them very much but the liberal views of the Collage was something that was a big disappointment to encounter. Silly me for not looking before I leaped. I also write my thought experiments or essays of my ponderings to work things out as I go through them. I would like either a good argument and why you feel that way so I may understand you thinking on the matter. I prefer a "two thumbs up" instead but that is wishful thinking on my part. I have attached one of many essays with this ( I think) If I have attached it right. To start things off and see with whom I am going to be dealing with. Please be gentle as I do not want to spend my time alone on the corner crying and wishing for someone to give me a hug to make it all better. In my time alone out in the wilds of Alaska, (A remote caretaker of lodges), I have had time to research, think, and play with the idea of things. So, now I think on the deep side. And as I like to say, -{If you are trying to think outside of the box, why not just get rid of the box to begin with?}- YES! My humor is good sounding to me as I write this, but it may not come across as I wish it to be in paper/computer. And if you can find it in your heart . . ."Please to forgive If I offend thee" as Puck woulds say in Shakespeare.
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