The Villagers (December 10, 2007)

I have journeyed too many years to recall. Somewhere along the path I lost the agility of my youth. Frigid conditions deposited a certain chill within my bones. My muscles grew thick under the many heavy burdens I carried. My sinew grew as rigid as my opinions and reason. I even grew fat with experience. Aches and pains like knowledge keep gnawing at my mind for recognition. Grey hairs and not so supple skin are small tokens of revelation to others what cannot be shared.

Today I arrived at one of the strangest places one can visit. It was a small village that was oblivious to the real world I had journeyed. The people were tall in stature with broad shoulders and under ideal conditions would be a robust clan. This ideal was not present and they were healthy in all ways but completely famished. Their smiles were contrived while they lived in their fears and phobias. Though they toiled for sustenance constantly there was always a state of lack. The children were listless with the hope of becoming just like mom and dad.

The village itself lacked soil, water, and other natural resources. Its ability to expand was reduced by these limitations. Up a large hill, maybe even a mountain was a very large meadow that could easily feed the entire village but it lay fallow. On the other side were crags and what appeared to be a volcanic cataract (the heat which could be felt throughout the meadow). I suspect that is why it had remained un-worked.

Talking with the villagers netted many strange myths and a legend of the fire god of the mountain. The people talked of the fire god increasing the heat if anyone went to work the meadow. That is why it was not touched. It was actually revered as hollowed ground only traversed by the mystic elders. Sometimes they would walk the field appeasing the fire god with petitions and offerings. Sometimes the fire god would show his favor by leaving books in their language in the field. These books spoke of history, economics, administrations, governing, and many other subjects the elders would use to educate the masses. The people thought themselves very wise because they were taught by the gods.

I was taken in by the elders and kept as an enigma to the common people. They took great interest in my travels and some of the documents I possessed. I didn't mind this arrangement because these people were an enigma to me. The other thing that troubled me most was the volcanic cataract. I had studied many maps and something in my memory plagued me about this cataract. It was an ancient map floating in my head but not yet connected to where I saw it that made me think this village and meadow was supposed to be near some of the largest mineral deposits known to man and some of the plushest gardens. If I was correct then these people were on the cusp of luxury yet ignorant and without hope. Could it be that the map was wrong or that there was some eruption I had not heard of that changed the landscape? This was always circling in my mind as I spoke with the elders.

The elders and I went over the books and discussed the topics. Sometimes it was a heated debate but that only happened when I was forceful about my opinion. This I rarely did out of respect and a certain indifference to their stubbornness. This event only happened behind closed doors in the elder's hall. They had a custom of open government so a scribe was always present. After three days the elder's spokesman would take the tablets from the scribe and read them to the public. My first listen to one of these orations that discussed a meeting of which I had attended had taken just a few facts and wove them into a complete fabrication. They were open governors; open to drama and screenwriting. As a stranger and guest I was never tempted to insert my knowledge. It was my experience that most people prefer a good story as opposed to the truth. Actually the truth was an offense and generally the quickest path to a revolt. There is probably some long psychological term to describe this pathetic state but I was not familiar with it. It seemed to work for them like choreographed dance that required a leader and a follower. As I mulled over these books a childlike question entered my mind and before I could capture it my mouth spoke it. "How is it that a fire god can deliver these books to you without a single singe or scorching?" Their retort was likewise childlike "Who are we to question the gods? God can do anything he desires." "The books are not all we get from the fire god he also supplies all our money" "What money do you speak of?" I asked. At this they showed me some very sophisticated bills of various denominations. The books were one thing but the fire god being the people's mint was too bizarre not to create a thousand questions. "How long has the fire god supplied your money? Why does it have any value to your people? How do you know how much you will get and when?"

Fortunately for me an elder, whose name translated, was Phoenix, rose from the ashes of my curiosity to give me a discourse. "As long as I have been alive it has been our custom to take the best of what we have and bring it to the field as an offering. If the gods are pleased with it by morning it is gone. This we must do with food, grain, minerals, wine, or anything we produce four times a year. We must also take every unit of money and place it with the offering. The gods have us fixed on about 2,000 units a person, an adult. (I'll insert here the units when translated are called Reals [re-als] like in reality not reels) when they are angry with us they reduce it and when they are pleased they increase. When we return to the village it gets distributed out in proportion to each villager until the next offering. What becomes most difficult is that we don't know which way it will go or why. No matter which way it goes the gods will never tolerate slack. They demand a certain measure absolutely. When the money is increased the prices go up. The worst though is when the money is decreased. When that happens some can't pay their way and the elders have to foreclose on behalf of the gods. We have to liquidate everything they have give 80% in offering to the gods, 10% to the elders, and 10% we return to the villager to help them start over. We also try and find them a second job. In the worst situations villagers have killed themselves over this but all have to trust the gods. Most will dig down for a little more strength or get the wife and children working. Many times these families turn things around. Our most famous case of this is elder Badger over there, (he pointed) Badger lost everything when he was about 30. He had 3 kids and a wife. He was betting on a good harvest and the gods blessing, which was looking pretty good at the time. Out of nowhere some locust came flying off the mountain and destroyed most of what we had.

gods were furious because they reduced our money like never before. There were many foreclosures at the time. How can you reason with the gods? Anyway, he is now one of the most prosperous and became an elder for his good work in teaching economic. Most of the elders are hereditary positions but when a line dies out we select one of the ablest from the commoners. That is how Badger arrived.

The next question I had was birthed out of what I just heard. "What is the oldest history of your people? How long have you been here?" Phoenix politely said that the elder who was the best historian should answer that question and he called over Jade. Jade listened to my questions and began: "We are a people loosely formed about 230 years ago. At that time we were at war with an oppressive tribe. The battles were severe and the toll was heavy upon our people. Our great ancestor Abclause called a national day of prayer and fasting for victory. He said that a messenger came to him from the gods who were willing to secure our victory if we would serve and obey them. The messenger was mystical to the people but the elders knew him as a little man named Cricket that was brokering for the gods. Cricket said he would supply us ample money for all the weapons and supplies needed but that once victory was obtained we would have to pay it back to the gods who made them available to him. He did all he said he would. Money came fluidly and we used it to buy everything needed to win and win we did. At our victory celebration Abclause and Cricket spoke. Abclause's speech was brief but poignant "People we have won a freedom for us today to be an independent people. Your bravery and effort made you accomplish it. This all came into being though by the generosity of the gods. We had not known these gods before but they have chosen us and we have agreed to serve them. Their agent Cricket will tell us the terms which are also written as a perpetual decree. To the gods be the glory." Cricket then spoke. "The gods are very pleased with you this day. They intend on giving you a sign of this pleasure and a sign to all that surround you that they are powerful and should be revered. First they are demanding that you set out of a pilgrimage 3 days to the tar pits, fast on this journey and pray and then hold a one day feast there of song, dance, and thanksgiving. Return fasting and upon your return will be the sign waiting for you. All must go on this journey without exception or the gods will take displeasure upon you and assist your enemies. From this time on you will have to make offerings every quarter and do what the gods request of you through your elders. The gods will assist you with knowledge and wisdom. The gods salute you and it was my pleasure to be of service to you. You will no longer see me again. Now return to your celebration." This was the essence of that day. When we returned from the journey the fire mountain had appeared and the meadow was now off limits." Jade finished.

I was beginning to suspect a genius plan of intelligent design too depraved for a good god or too simple for an evil god. It started to have all the marking of a conquest to me. This I did not share but my investigations continued. That fire mountain could not find a resting place in my soul. There was something blazing upon my suspicions I couldn't quite sooth. I sought a day with the villagers by the elders permission with the vow of secrecy. As I meandered through the streets I found the people very pleasant and optimistic about how tragic they felt their lives were. The all thought the gods could be nicer to them but remember that it was the gods that bought them their freedom and they felt blasphemous is their contempt. In this way they were very mystical. They were a subordinate people that trusted their elders. Though they had caught them in lies they didn't think it too serious since it was the gods really making the decisions over their lives. I asked them if anyone ever farmed the meadow on the hill. Their answers were spooky. There were many different myths as to what would happen if any ever tried. All these myths had the common theme of displeasure to the gods and death or peril to the violator. From this I took my leave and rested for the night.

The next morning I decided that I needed to take a little walk in the meadow. I had already discovered in passing that the temperature was going to be a little warm. This reminded me of the time I spent with an Australian buddy in Scandinavia in the sauna. We had to wear a special felt hat because of the temperature. The saunas there were 220° and would bake your brain quickly without these hats. I happened to have mine with me because I found it effective in hot or cold situations. I dawned the hat and scant clothing and headed to the meadow. I had with me a small table, a drawing-note pad, and a glass of wine with a fine cigar. I set up the table with all the supplies and then headed to the right side of the field. I turned left going directly to the fire mountain at the far right position. I had a temperature gage conspicuously hidden within my right palm. At the turn the temperature was 128° and it increased about 10% every fifty feet or so. As I got to the very edge where there was a culvert about 20 ft. wide except in one spot that protruded out to as close as 6 ft. This natural jetty would be only realistic place to navigate this mountain from the meadow without severe difficultly. I continued left running parallel with the culver headed toward the center of the mountain where the cataract of lava flowed. The temperature strangely enough decreased about halfway between the far right position and the center and then increased to the exact measurement of the right position. I found this very curious because I have never experience nature operating so precisely. To further my concerns of skepticism was the exact same pattern between the central position and the far left. I was a bit sloppy wet by now and wanted to cool down in thought and body. I returned to the table to enjoy my wine and cigar which I brought for this purpose. As I sat there looking upon this mountain I took the pad and began to sketch and jot down some ideas as notes. I took a sip of wine and set the glass down. That's when I noticed. The shadow wasn't aligned with the shadow on the mountain. This reminded me of one of my first journeys. When I was a young lad I came across and old prospector who used to speak with a certain raw wisdom. He said things like; "kick the dirt until it kicks back on you, even babbling brooks have something to say if you'll listen," and the one that fit my current situation perfectly was, "if the shadows aren't right the substance isn't right." Now the difference was not much but significant. Imagine if you will a sundial giving you two different times from a single light source and you can imagine how queer this was. Next I watched the cataract easily for an hour. I noticed a crescent shaped hot spot that flowed down which was not that unusual until I saw it again and again and timed it at 4:28 intervals. Now there is no way in hell this is possible in nature. I was dealing with a projection of intellect that was not a god's. I sketched out the mountain until that plaguing though of the map became clear. I had not seen it on a map but in a book. It was a perfect replica of a drawing from an ancient copy of Dante's inferno. Not in two dimensions but in three. Somebody was duping these villagers, but who was my question? At this discovery I elected to return to the village. The villagers were no longer quite the enigma as upon my arrival. They were dupes and I had seen that hundreds of times in my journeys. Now the enigma was who or what was behind it. I wasn't looking to be the champion of these villagers or anything like that I just wanted to know. If they liked their arrangements who was I to interfere. Many thoughts filled my mind before I retired for the night but at the end of the day I knew I was leaving the village in the morning. I was going to leave early and head straight for that mountain. A short sprint even with my equipment would propel me to the jetty.

The morning came and before the sun could cast it's deceptive shadows I was packed and headed to the meadow. I had my knives, hatchet, gun, maps, books, and stock of food. I had said my good-byes on friendly terms but I could tell they were a little caught off guard by my sudden departure. The elders actually had a very concerned look upon their face as though something had slipped their control and they didn't know what the cost of that act was going to be but they were certain there was going to be a cost. I did nothing to settle their minds. I kind of enjoyed it because I really didn't know the answer they were seeking intuitively. What I had decided to do was to make my early exit and walk to the meadow. Even though I was not scantly dressed I would run full speed toward the mountain heat and all and long jump to the jetty. If this mountain was real and I was delusional this could be a very dangerous exercise. I would fall off into the culvert and probably cook trying to get out. I was about as certain as I could be that risking my life seemed no risk at all. Nature is not that queer and I am not that stupid.

Leap, land, roll and surprise was about how it went. I had cleared the culvert easily and rolled straight through the mirage which was a mountain to the villagers. The surprise was not mine alone. What I saw was a bunch of little people. Not like dwarfs with compacted features but simply little people completely proportioned but small. They all seemed to be fat in their bellies from a good life of luxury. They were laughing, playing games, drinking wine, smoking, and eating until shock overtook their lives and faces. There were three blast furnaces that were being monitored by a couple of workers each. They were the heat source for the meadow. Their placement at the far right, left, and center accounted for the variations of heat I recorded. Hanging about 30 feet in the air was some type of projector. Nothing I had seen before. It was obviously the source of the fire mountain. It had hundreds of lenses poking out of it like a porcupine but they didn't shine like a luminescent bulb. They must have been of some laser type. I couldn't imagine how the act was accomplished but I noticed it took electricity because there was a long power cord running up a tree and then suspended in the air between the tree and projector. Very quickly about a dozen of these little folks came rushing towards me. They did not have weapons or evil intent the best I could tell. It was a good thing because I suspected I could take a couple of hundred out by myself. These were the elders and immediately they began bargaining with me. I wasn't interested and told them I was just passing through. They wanted to know if I had revealed my knowledge to any of the villagers. I assured them no and that I wasn't interested in their plight. I was passing through and this was the shortest path to my destination and that's why I took it. They seemed content with this and offered me some hospitality. They were bright and witty with a great sense of humor. They did show some signs though of uncomfortableness about the size difference. Still with a little wine, time, and conversation this seemed to dissipate a little. About three hours later, which was about sunrise, old Abclause came running toward the jetty as I. The projection worked in such a way as a one way mirror. Those inside could see everything going on outside but none could see in. He didn't do the tuck and roll as I because he apparently knew what to expect. It was obvious this was not his first trip. He was shocked to see me but also relieved that he had instantly figured out that I was being entertained.

Abclause joined us and made many conversation probes to see if I had evil intent. All the parties made it clear that I was barred from a return to the village ever again and that I must exit according to my plan through the valley's backside. All the assurances were easy because I was agreeable almost 100%. One thing though I must mention about myself is that my father raised me to be a honest man. There was always this little thing that boiled in me when I came across a cheat, especially an intentional one. That's what these little men and the village elders were up to plain and simple. I thought after all the courting that I would offer my best hatchet as a gift of good graces between us at my parting. After a few hours of them wanting to know how I figured it out so that they could make improvements and assure no village became as wise it was time to leave. Now this hatchet was my favorite and to part with it was difficult. I was a champion ax thrower and this hatchet was handcrafted for me as my competition ax. It was of the best metals and perfectly balanced. I had grown so comfortable with it as an extension of my arm that I could divide a frog’s hair from fifty feet. Of course I did not share that skill with my evil host. I acted a little more tipsy than I was and became loquacious and good-humored. Even old Abclause settled into a comfort of a security that his racket and fraud were secure. That was not true but it was good to see him enjoy himself one last time. I told them I needed to leave and pack my stuff. I offered all the polite courtesies and refused any further hospitality or gifts. I insisted though that I must give them this hatchet for it was my custom if anyone showed me the kindness of the magnitude I received that I was required to leave a gift. I made up a story about how I would need my knife and various other tools to survive and that the hatchet was special not for the reasons it truly was but because my father gave it to me. I passed it around and they all enjoyed the look and feel session until it return to my hand. I began my exit walking as though inebriated and we all laughed. I then bragged about how sharp it was and how your can even throw it. I turned quickly in a very coordinated and calculated direction though disguised as a jerky stumble of a drunk and threw it straight into the power cord. Cut it smack down the middle. I laughed and chuckled acting oblivious to what just happened as they all suddenly turned stone sober. The mountain was gone. I continued my exit as though nothing happened until it was no longer possible. There was fear and ciaos on every face and in every action. They wanted to kill me but I was able to sell the accident quality of my behavior. I apologized profusely with vain offers of trying to fix it. I took advantage of being drunk in their minds the best I could. I think I was doing a little Foster Brooks impersonation. Well it wasn't long before villagers began rushing up to the meadow. I was leaving and nobody seemed to care. They were in that strange naked place of being caught without their wardrobe of deceit. I could see Abclause and the tiny men elders trying to come up with the spin before the villagers arrived but there was obviously no agreement or joy.

It's been years now since this journey and I often wonder if the villagers have been duped again. Perhaps truth crashing in on them has changed their nature. It still amazes me how tiny men can steal the energy and resources of the real men so easily. There must be some principle or random joke pervading the universe that allows what should be impossible to continue to happen. Did the villagers exact restitution, find justice, or were they beguiled again. Their elders compromised their own people for the privilege of luxury from the tiny men. Will they be forgiven, punished, or believed. I don't know the answers to this village and have no plans in my journeys to arrive there again, but I can say I have seen this many places. This one is the only one I have had the opportunity to expose. Though it was in passing, I'm glad I did. Something tells me though there might be a tiny man behind the next illusion because they seemed addicted to the power and luxury of human slavery.

Boundaries (January 16, 2008)

One of the things I am learning is that the church has very specific boundaries and yet they also are unfathomable. In this strange paradox there is a simple truth. The territory of the true church is its obedience to the word of God. This is the place where man meets God. It is Immanuel in reality. Christ dwells here between God's word of promise and its fulfillment. I guess what I find so aggravating about the retards is that they claim to be representatives of the church and Christ but they don't dwell in this territory. Now it becomes a very dangerous thing to judge another as being outside the territory because God is very much about His business in ways that exceed our understanding. Recently Scott and I were discussing a doctrinal point in which we disagreed as to our appropriate response to the Lord. As I prayed about this and meditated on the word that both of us were relying on I understood that we were both correct and dwelling in the same place of obedience to the Lord even though our action run contrary. This is a very mature understanding that you won't find in the judgmental retards. I saw that Scott was being led by the word of God into actions that were appropriate for his maturity and current understanding and skills. That is like Christ not to overwhelm His children but to initiate their growth. I on the other hand would be disobedient to follow Scott's calling. What I could recognize was his obedience and sincerity to obey Christ. In this I know he is the body of Christ and my brother. Not in an agreement of conduct but an agreement in the action of trust. That is all Christ ask from us and that is what separates His children from the retards. None of the retards have taken God's word seriously for themselves. It is even worse when they attempt to apply it to me without any understanding of whose I am and what I am being asked to do. They know not the Christ they believe they are representing or the territory He possesses. They do not walk contemporaneously with the Lord nor can they hear His voice. They are the blind who wish to be guides. Now my judgments are not harsh in that I can examine their lives and give a list of sins. They are simple. Christ dwells in this place of faith and that is recognizable and those who don't dwell there don't know Him. I cannot commune with them and there is no fellowship. The joy of the Lord is confronted with contempt instead of embraced. I have to defend and contend instead of share. They accuse and perhaps rightfully so because I will always be an outcast until we are united in the oneness of the body of Christ. I cannot point to the boundaries they have crossed but I can point to the boundaries I reside in and say clearly we do not dwell together. Those of you who know the Lord know this place and know that I dwell there. It is obvious because you exist there. The foreigners don't know the language, customs, or colloquialisms. We are strangers getting stranger by the minute. I thank the Lord for you and though we are separated by geography or circumstance we are united in the Spirit. I love the body of Christ and enjoy Christ dedication to its welfare. For you my hope is great because I know that between God's promises and their fulfillment is the joyous life of faith. I would like to add this prayer for Neo's wife. Those of you who dwell in faith with me please join me in the prayer of faith:

"Dear Father I lift up Neo's wife who has fallen ill and ask for your Supernatural grace an mercy to permeate her situation. Enter into her body a fresh blast of Zoa life. Comfort her spirit with the call of faith to trust you for your healing and lead Bruce into wisdom and tender spiritual care as her leader. Please hear the prayers of your body which you have called out before the foundations of this world for your good pleasure. Look now as Jehovah Ropha the God who heals. By your stripes you have healed. We join you now in the land between your promise and its fulfillment and hope for the substance of Christ to become manifest. AMEN!"

Bruce, Scott and I will take communion in solidarity with you and your family, please join us as we memorialize the promise of God for all of us and especially your wife.

Question of Relevancy (January 15, 2008)

Christ is a factual subject that is not relevant to our modern times. It is not Him in question but the times that are questioned to the fact of Christ. God has the church and the state as His work in this world. The state keeps the church honest and the church keeps the state reverent. When this balance is lost the state corrupts the church or the church corrupts the state. The state gets out of kilter when it has too many laws or too few. In America today we have wacko self proclaimed Christian leaders who pass too many laws that are unrighteous and vicious. The "Patriot Act" is not very different from the Aryan Clause of German law. A precursor leading to war. Under this act a simple contractor can pick up two Mexican workers with official papers in front of home Depot, give them work, and violate this act. He now becomes the one liable for the ethnic phobia being bred into our society by liaise faire capitalist, democratic double talkers, and the media hypes. He is the honest working middle class guy who must go to prison for aiding and abetting the enemies of the state. This is something the Church should be completely against but it remains silent. The churches have married the state through corporate 501 C3's and subjected themselves to a subordinate position. The state says that because you are now investing revenues you have to pay taxes. Why is the church in this situation? They have lost their identity and have coddled the promises of this world at the expense of not trusting the promises of God. This is why I pick on the retards. You fake-ass Christians don't know your role individually or the role of the church in conjunction with the state as the work of Christ. You don't understand how this balance has to be returned for the sake of end time prophecy. Your judgments are foolish because they only speak of a Jesus relevant to your getting along in this world. The gospel was never about your getting along in this world. My two divorces were because my ex-wives were all about getting along in this world. You can see the same stupidity in Scott's ex. Really look at the church and the modern message. It is relevancy to circumstance. How in the hell did Jesus and His gospel become measured by the day? The only gospel I know measures all things against Christ. I have been measured by this gospel and my actions are either condemned by this gospel or justified. If justified why so many critics? Attack me with the gospel and hold me to account and you would be wise and just. You don't do it but hold me to measure against your retarded opinions as though they were the gospel. Why is it wrong for me in my search for the gospel truth to see the bankers and the state creating a false righteousness and sense or truth within their contracts to rise up and say Christian men won't stand for that? What are you doing to be the voice of Christ in the world today? Blasting me with your retarded judgments? Is that really the best you have to give to the Lord? A Christian man lives where Christ lives and that is in between His promises and their fulfillment. We are always looking on the come for the substance of things hoped for. Yes that means taking on giants. That means saying "No" when the world is saying "Yes". It will always be a courageous act to resist evil. It has been said that tyranny only goes as far as it meets resistance. This is the role of the church against the state. How is it that the German church could agree with the Reich church about the state policy to abuse the Jews? You say it wouldn't happen to you but I say it already has. You swallow the state propaganda with a soda in front of your television where you get your gospel daily dose. None of you retards have taken the time to dive into your inwardness and take the challenge of Christ to "follow me" into that place of His promise and the faith to see their fulfillment. How are you to judge me? You don't even know where I live or what motivates my decisions. Scotty "my friend" should spend more time examining the mortgage industry to see if it measures up to the gospel and whether he could participate in it as oppose to examining the life of a stranger for fault. That would be true relevance. It would also be honest. Call me a thief as you rob God, that is brilliant!

Community of the Saints (January 10, 2008)

For the first time in this exercise I have found myself in a need outside the resources I possessed. It made me look to others for assistance. Out of that exercise God used this to teach me a valuable lesson. This lesson I feel is an outgrowth of the other lessons I've gained out of this trial. First it was do I punish those who have been faithless by withholding their blessing at the end? At first glance it is easy to say that they don't deserve it. This fact doesn't really mean much to the Lord. He only operates in the arena of the undeserving. This made me consider everyone from a client perspective at first blush as equal. Now there are large disparities between them and probably always will be. I do think these will lead to variables in settlements ultimately but not initially. I was never in a position to surrender my position as a protector of the clients' rights from my duty before the Lord. It was in this obligation that I began to understand the community of the saints. I find that the Christian walk is very individual and it is in the inwardness of a man that the scales of a man's soul are measured for eternity. How does the community fit into this walk, was my recent question. I look at the "body of Christ" concept and understood it as a distinct and separate work while still very much of the same essence of individualism. Christ has His body to function as a community but like the cell structure is a collection of individual cells. I know my private work in the Lord and can even see my community participation but am I seeing your work and your pains as my own? If I truly am a part of the community as with the physical body, I would have a share in your pain even though I could be healthy at the moment. These questions made me ponder if there was more I could be doing to ease your pain. Prayer was the striking call within me. I know I can't do anymore from a legal perspective at the moment. The spiritual work though I felt I could enhance with a share in your agonies through prayer. I wonder if all of us stopped looking at this giant disease of bank fraud from an individualistic point of view if we might be able to accomplish more sharing the journey as a community grouped as the body of Christ. If the Lord speaks to you about the place He is taking His body along with where He is taking you perhaps you can join me in prayer or find some other faith expression that will bless our community with the health of the whole. I know that Christ has secured our victory on the battlefront but our souls and our path may still need the loving actions of well-being aggressively pursuing the opportunity to bless. Let us all step out as victors and love on each other. I bet even some of the retards can be healed. I continue to seek God for the highest possible goal out of this trial. Our fast went great and part of what I'm speaking here was learned in that devotional time. I can say that I could use your love, prayer, and assistance to fire on all cylinders to the finish line, how about you? Lord make us as a body love on ourselves to that we function for you as a healthy viable unit of your grace, and glory. Lift every weak member to the concern of the strong until we all come the full measure of your power and plan. Help me as the leader of this call not to fall short and to finish this race for the good of all. Forgive me for not always looking to the weak with my prayer life or with my hands. Bless us all to fulfill your desires. AMEN!

Gratitude II (January 9, 2008)

I want to sincerely thank the few of you who have ministered to my personal needs. I have come a very long way in this battle and I must truly say that my personal burden was heavier upon me than the work of Dorean. The fact that you have come beside me in the Lord and raised my hands is of eternal value. I truly don't know how to thank you enough. The very best thing I can offer you is to prove the truth upon all these liars so that it can be a treasure that will prosper you all the rest of your natural lives. This battle has drawn out longer that I could of imagined or desired. In the end though it is the body of Christ ministering to the weakness within the body that makes us all healthy. I am certain that God himself has taken notice of your kindness to me. You are the treasure within the sea of retards I must contend with that make it all worth it. Please know that I am indebted to your kind service and that if I haven't proven my loyalty as a friend yet please remember to give me the opportunity in your time of need. I can say that the love of Christ flowing through you and your obedience encourages my faith. It all verifies again that the God we serve is real and a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times over. You have blessed me more than you can imagine.

"Now, Lord hear my prayer that you reward those who have reached to my need in faithfulness to you. Remember them in all there business, family, and spirit. You are the giver behind all our kindnesses so continue to give to them abundantly and exceedingly above all that they can ask or think. Heal their bodies and their souls which is a treasure that cannot be obtained by money. Restore lost relationships with love, forgiveness, and hope. Increase their repute in the communities and in their families. Bless them dear Lord as they have blessed your servant. AMEN!"

I have posted this again just to remind you that your help and my sincerity of need were real. Please do not allow this opportunity to get lost in forgetfulness or apathy. We are a team of the same body of Christ and we need each other. I from a pride point wish it were not so but God has taught me that humility is His way. I do not ask as a man but ask you to talk with our Lord and see if He does not want you to renew or keep your involvement with this battle under His command. Do whatever He requires. But as a friend and mentor in the Lord, please do not allow the devil or the cares of this world rob you of the glory of trusting the Lord. I encourage you and again thank you because I know the battlefield and understand the sacrifices made by all who shed blood for the truth. Scotty and I march off into the promise not for selfish gain but for the promise that awaits us all. We have proven we are not the evil inimical crooks rolling off the lips of the slanderers. There is little left to accomplish and God is going before us. The story of His walking on the water depicts Him headed to our destination through we are still struggling in the battle. He knows the shore awaits us and that the tempest was subjected to Him. Still they all rowed together and mixed that effort with faith. Suddenly and in an instant they were ashore. It will be the same for us all. AMEN?

POSSIBILITY (January 4, 2008)

It amazes me how obtuse the comments really are on this Blog by people who claim some relationship with Christ. I am ridiculed for my trust in Christ that all things are possible. Do you think it my shame because my crimes prohibit God? Is it your sense of justice that binds the Lord to feeble assistance? I don't know who you serve but it can't be the God I know, love, and read about. He loved in such a way that He put on the dust of our being with all it's frailties, fears, phobias, and trembling. The incarnation proves my crimes are not a hindrance to Him. They were the necessity for His act. I don't even need to make a confession of my innocence or righteousness to make this point. I don't have access to God by my behavior. When He says my very best is like a stinky diaper I'm not impressed with your righteousness either. If it is our goodness why does your God not answer your prayers? Why couldn't he deliver you from the evil plight of the Dorean Group? Why didn't He tell you not to get involved? Why didn't He send the sage Neo to talk you out of it? Why do you still-Struggle economically when the all possibility God loves you as one of His good children? Why does one of His bad children have a hope when you don't? Without getting too harsh here answer me this, why are you afraid to trust the Lord? I in all my weakness see a God possessed with endless strength reaching to lift me up. Of course I develop hope under these conditions. Is the government supposed to whelm me as an undefeatable foe? How about my sins, are they suppose to crush me and steal my hope? Are you paying attention to your banter? "Lord open our eyes to see thy glories for we are all blind. Let the possibilities of your kingdom overtake us in deed and spirit. Let the warring tongue and deceitful pride be cast far from us. Bring us out into your promise not based upon our merits but because of your wonderful name and your glory. Let the world proclaim that those whom the Lord loves are blessed and that it is a good thing to follow the living God. Reach down to us in our weakness and lift us up. Make us to walk in thy righteousness and in obedience. Use our lives as a display to the wicked that all things are possible to those who are called according to Your purpose. Deliver us from evil for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. AMEN"

BEAN HEAD LOGIC (January 3, 2008)

I had a chance to read some beanhead logic and see an opportunity to prove he is a retard. "How is that banks created money by fiat meaning they really did not loan any money, and were compensated the loan amount by the Fed, how is it they are going broke because of the defaults on all the loans?" That is a good question! The banks cannot go broke and any one that does is a political ruse to maintain the confidence with the public that the lies they believe are the truth. Citibank got an influx of 7 billion not because they needed it but because they can. That is the power of the master over the government they own. The local banks create the money on the spot and are not compensated from the Fed. It is not a loan!

"First, the "banks" didn’t create the money by fiat. Your gross oversimplification is based on some mythology you’ve heard or read about from scammers like Johnson and Gashler." The banks do create by fiat. It is actually outside "oversimplification" the monetization of money deposited in the form of a promissory note. This is not exactly a fiat process in being created out of thin air but taking the wealth of another and through a conversion process making it your own. The trial transcript of Walker Todd on the witness stand in the scammer's trial made this clear as a matter of fact validated by his nearly 20 years of experience at the Fed window. What was your experience again? Was it mystical economic theory?

"They don't want you to understand that mortgage lending may or many not have anything to do with a "bank" or the Fed. Mortgage lending involves a large number of financial institutions some of which have nothing to do with the Fed or FD1C." This is brilliance at its best. Mortgage lenders for the most part are not banks, financial institutions, or related to the Fed in any way. Most are mere paper pushers without an interest in the transaction. But what do they really do? They have a warehouse line of credit generally with a "bank" or financial institution that has an association with the Fed. This line of credit is a promise of extension of credit based upon the deposit of promissory notes. It is still the promissory notes that fund the transaction and they all end up on a banker's ledger with the one small exception of a real mortgage by a real lender.

"The "banks" aren't going broke from defaults, nor did they or any other lender get paid back by the Fed. You’re mixing apples and oranges with basketballs. Just because they are round doesn’t make them a suitable point of reference. Mortgages have little or nothing to do with the Fed sources of money because the funds for most mortgages ultimately come from the bond markets. In between are specialized lenders who do the short-term lines of credit for the days or weeks required to collateralize the pools." The Fed have nothing to do with the source of mortgage money but they have everything to do with deriving a benefit from its creation. Mortgages are not funded by anything other than the promissory notes deposited. The specialized lenders, bond markets, and institutional investors that generally purchase through a GSF, are all secondary market lent against a pool or package which is another promissory note product. That product is the height of fraud because they represent they have rights, title, and interest in the original promissory notes they have pooled. This is the government protected scam at its best. This process is different than the monetization and is called securitization. Securitization is not at all relevant to the moneys available to the mortgage borrower. It is merely a secondary ruse to create a scenario so lemmings can create their fraudulent theories around false economic realities. Some people don't like smoke blown up their ass and some do I guess.

"Most mortgage lenders rarely make loans on residential mortgages using their own deposits or even their own capital. There are some "hard money" lenders but their share of the market is tiny." Almost all mortgage lenders never use their own capital. Their capital is tiny and they all use warehouse lines of credit from an actual bank ultimately. A hard money lender in the traditional sense is an actual mortgage lender in that they will take their capital and attempt to make a small spread between the cost of their money and the sale of it. This is the scenario of actual lending that everyone gives as factual to the mortgage industry which does not do it that way. They say they do and that appeals to the sentimentalities of the good moral man whose father told him to be honest. Who's father also told them not to be stupid but that gets ignored. No father will tell his boy to let men steal from you and be a sucker every chance you get.

"The process of originating and then selling off the loan into the RMBS conduit can be more profitable than making loans and holding onto them over time." No shit Sherlock! One they most sell them as an average mortgage lender to restore their lines of credit and reduce their cost. They really have no interest in holding them because they are only working for the commission or origination fee. If we go to the ultimate lender the bank, they want to sell it for two good reasons. One they net a total profit of the amount of the stolen wealth of the promissory note minus the commissions and sales cost. Generally about an 80-90% net profit depending on the discount. Even if this process takes 90 days you can't beat that pleasure in business. Two they create legal hurdles to their advantage by the conversion into commercial paper "money" where the judiciary will do all they can to avoid its overturn. The holder in due course and good faith transfer issues come into play. Of course the fraud that originated the entire process would bust through this charade if justice and equity were alive in the courtroom.

That should be enough! You are the one passing silly advice. The investors were lied to more than you can imagine in that the overstated assets alleged to back their investments that is now being exposed is far worse. The actual asset sufficient or not was not within the power of the seller to transfer. They had no rights, title, and interest. Your GSE's are the major facilitators of this investment or should I say securities fraud. Oh that's right those who make the laws don't have to abide by them. If you are so smart that you can see the securities fraud, I'll add with such compassion, why don't you look to the banking mechanics, contracting law, and the UCC to figure out there is a ruse of epic proportions? I think because you are not honest or afraid to admit you've been duped all your life by lemming juice.

A side note: Happyjack; you don't appear too happy!

The Reasonable Juror (January 2, 2008)

The reasonable juror is a test that is built into the laws of man. This test is a question that measures if a person of reasonableness would come to a finding based upon the evidence presented. In our case as in most, 12 retards who have no sense in the laws of man get spoon fed inferences and ideas that move them to the folly, and destruction of their nation and people. In the corralled corrupted union of the federallies they have hand picked these retards out of the minions of their sheepish followers. There is no way they could be reasonable by any reasonable standard. Setting that aside to call their fantasy a reality we have now come to an interesting place in our process. Mr. Alsup now has to make a reasonable juror decision over our rule 29 motion. Know he has shown himself to be a very proud man who thinks very highly of his judicial skills. What will be comical is that on January 22nd when he has to figure out a way to deny our motion. I'm certain he will and that is good for us ultimately but he'll have to do it at the expense of his reasonableness. Our indictment was straight forward as an accusation of fraud of a financial institution based upon money or property right attached to a mortgage. Now pay attention! The mail fraud and conspiracy are essentially the same evidence. The mail fraud as a statute is required to give stand alone notice as to the prohibited conduct. That means I am not required to go anywhere else to be put on notice. From that statute the indictment is to give me notice of the accusations of prohibited behavior so that I can reasonably defend. The statute 1341 does not give me notice of a mortgage being a protected money or property right which is the first problem for a reasonable juror. Second the indictment only list financial institutions as the victims and it was limited to the fraudulent use of mails to carry out a scheme and forwarding that scheme in connection with the deprivation of this specific property interest. If you will recall almost 2 years ago now I told you that the clients were not a part of the indictment and that you could cry all you want, the government was not your champion and didn't plead your case. Well this is what I was talking about. Now the trial comes along and they don't present one financial institution. The damages they claim are not the mortgages but now honest services. Remember that I have not been given notice of these honest services by the statute or the indictment. As a reasonable juror where is the due process? The next question is, where is the evidence of mail fraud of a financial institution's money or property right of a mortgage plead in the statute or the indictment present in the evidence? If the evidence is not present how can a reasonable juror enter a guilty verdict? Now again these 12 stupid retards have an excuse. They could never be reasonable but Mr. Alsup is supposed to know these rules. He is not so easily duped. The fun of watching these little rascals dressed in men's clothes is that their lives are comical. Watch how Mr. Alsup knowing that the verdict handed down by the petite jury is unreasonable because of the lack of evidence will concur with them. This proud man of jurisprudence will set aside his integrity, knowledge, and pride to join the ranks of the retards. His personal bias works against him here. We saw this at the end of trial when we had 2 contempt charges ready to go before the jury. As we hammered out the jury instructions which were deadly for sure, I brought to his attention that they did not prove these charges in the trial and that the evidence was not presented. Mr. Alsup denied their dismissal and said plainly he thinks there is enough to take them before the jury. The next day when finalizing his instructions he mentioned a piece of evidence in the instruction regarding these charges that I again pointed out was not presented in trial. Now all of a sudden there is an insufficiency of the evidence not when I tell him but now the prosecution tells him that they are going to motion for a dismissal. He's not paying attention to anything that is outside his personal agenda for us. That my friends is my greatest weapon. Watch how an unreasonable juror works to my advantage in the end.

The Rub (December 27, 2007)

What I find most disturbing about the conversations on this Blog is the public perception. This is the mindless abstraction that does not exist but is kept by those who are too cowardly to be individuals. You parrot the boogidy-boogidy of the government, listen to a press that has a private agenda hidden behind their public persona, follow licensed professionals down to the shackles of their masters, and last ridicule the truth which offends you. I am not the problem, it is your mediocrity and timidity that is offended when it is confronted with someone who will challenge the status quo. You can talk into infinitum and regurgitate every theorem until you've convinced yourself you are a sound expert on a subject, but experts and their opinion view from the outside of a situation and not from the inside. The inside of yourselves is the secret to your demise and our perpetual conflict. I am honest with myself which allows me to be honest with you. You are dishonest with yourself which never satisfies you.

Take the law for example. There are laws of man and laws for man. The laws of man are a constant that can be scientifically examined! Take a few as hunger, thirst, breath, sleep etc. These laws work themselves onto everyman as a subject. If there is an exception then the law has to be rewritten to incorporate the new knowledge. The laws for man are not of the same caliber. These are not fixed or constant but rather can be avoided altogether by application. A man cannot measure his behavior as a part of this law but as being apart from this law. These laws are to modify behavior and to deal with something that is absent as opposed to something that is present. Most of you don't understand the difference of law and then attempt to use your ignorance to analyze the laws of God. God is not subject to the laws of man. God did not create the law for man. God is bound by neither. Now if you say God's laws are for man you error. No man can keep them and no behavior can change them breaking them. These laws are for God and God alone. They were only given to man as a sign, a show, a schoolmaster. They are a constant that God lives by. He is not subject to them but they are subject to Him. They come out of Him because they are created by His voice. "Thou shall not commit murder," can equally be, "Thou shall commit murder" tomorrow and be equally valid and righteous because of who utters it. There is no one to annul His commands and no one to usurp His power. That makes His words the Law. Now you think you can understand His laws by traditions, regulations, procedures, or the written word? How is that possible when He can change them for any given instance? You can't keep His law only He can and you can't pretend to. Jesus is the only one as a man who can keep the law because He is the law. Now he will give you credit as though you kept the law if you will be obedient to the law which is Him. He now lives the law through you which is the new law, the law of faith. This law is the only path to truth and it is by your ears that it matures. Your mouth is the breeding ground of foolishness. When Christ tells me to take on the bankers with the Dorean process who are you to condemn? Even if you are right in your understanding that my methods were unethical how do you deal with the sanction of the law? This is an individual and serious place of honest examination that a parrot will never attend. That is the rub; those who are lawless are giving all the legal advice.

A Hole Shot (December 26, 2007)

I'm now about halfway through my 30 day hole shot. Both Scott and I began a fast that we expect to carry through to the finish. As I was praying on this fast I realized how superficial today's Christianity is. One of my big disputes with people is that they think their eyes are prophets. God is so easy to figure out all you have to do is look. It's what I rebut on here all the time. Presumption and wickedness. I understand it because I am born out of the same wickedness. I too would like my eyes to be telling me the truth. It would have changed a thousand choices I made in my lifetime. Right now I see a judge with all the advantage and no hope for his salvation or mine. It is in this sight that I wonder do people ever really understand the spirit. When do you pray and fast? When you're lined up for a promotion that no one else will get and then you know God answers your prayers. I read of prayers in the scriptures when the odds are devastating. I'm certainly not afraid of judge Alsup but I am afraid for him. Time is running out for his opportunity not to be a Judas, or Pharaoh in God's history. I truly don't wish this for my enemy. Isn't this when I should pray my hardest? Should I now shed tears of compassion and humble myself through fasting not to pry God into doing me a favor, but reasoning with Him on how His kingdom will benefit and the enemy’s kingdom will suffer if He dispenses grace. Most of you don't understand what I’m sharing from my heart because you are heartless. You displayed it thousands of times how you wish for my demise so that you can prove your right and that your lousy thousand bucks finds vindication. How can such pettiness ever understand the things of the spirit? You see I will never run out of things to pray and fast for. I will always be surrounded by retards I wish cared about the things of God.

Very soon I suspect Evil Ex is going to get onto this Blog and defend her new boyfriend from my post where he is mentioned. It will say things like you don't know how wonderful he is and how he looks out for me, yada, yada, yada. She condemns herself by her own words. Her husband Scott looked out for her for 21 years. He leaves to go to a faith battle called by the Lord and all she can see is the wonderful life a surrogate provider can bring her. I'm certain eternity has not clouded her vision. During Scott's biggest faith challenge and one that could have easily broke him this is the kind of support he get. Godly Christian wife, divorce. Family, not a nickel, and judgment. Kid's disrespect an occasional visit. He has gotten more support from strangers than the godly family. As one deeply concerned for my friend and one who has seen how he was abused by all of you I am ashamed of you. Take your toys, joys, cares of this world and stick em! Soon God will give this man a faith his victory and perhaps then the eyes of your understanding will be opened. You have eyes wide shut to the spiritual warfare abusing you at the moment. While you're having fun ridiculing the things of God two men pray and fast for you all of you. It's not fun but when the odds are against you is when you can take a great hope in the Almighty. Brain I don't know you and make no judgments upon you. You're probably just a guy looking for love, but if you can mine it out of that heartless Evil Ex who doesn't know the ways of humility, only self-righteous, pat on the back, kudos from strangers, reward seeking then you are better at the throne room than Scott or I. We've been praying for years now for that old wine skin to be made new. I give you only one word of caution from a man who has made wrong choices and who was married to an Evil Ex. You better use your eyes of discernment especially if you have any real walk of faith. As soon as God calls you to do anything outside her judgment of righteousness you'll discover the deep well of faith you're currently attracted to. If I offend you I hope it is to the high calling of Christ. Your death offends me and that is why I tell you the truth, pray and fast with all my heart. I don't want the devil to prevail on any of my friends.

The best we can hope for people is that if we finish the race of faith our words will gain a credibility they have always deserved and that you will join us in a walk not of this world. We will keep pressing no matter the odds for our greatest hope which is birthed out of the love of Christ. Battles are easier to win then your enemies. But enemies are worth the battle.

Emmanuel - Part 2 (December 21, 2007)

Now let us look to the Jesus history portrays. First he is presented to us as a Good & Wise teacher. Which is pleasing to the mind and ears but not a real possibility. In a world where tolerance is now equal to godliness this little platitude makes everyone happy except the true seeker. Jesus spoke in definite terms about Himself which conveyed certain thoughts. 1. He thought He was perfect. 2. All authority -was vested in Him. 3. Felt He was the center of the religious union. 4. That His life through death was a ransom for others. 5. That He would raise from the dead if killed. 6. That He was eternal. C.S. Lewis deals with this ridiculous idea of good & wise in what he calls the startling alternative. If you look at these sayings merely at the surface they are lunacy. You cannot be a wise lunatic. Though many on this Blog are trying to prove the impossible. Now if He was not wise how can He be considered good? Does He not know that these are lies and that these lies will cause turmoil in people's lives? Is that good? If He was good and wanted good for people why did He create such a press statement that could easily be proven false. If He was not who He proclaimed to be was He good? He claimed to be so good that He was better than anyone else. I believe that is known as the Messiah complex to the simpletons here. If He was a lunatic we can have sympathy for Him but not belief in Him. If he knew He was a liar then there is even more reason not to offer Him belief. What good is there in making up a story that will require your death? Is that wisdom? Why die for the story if you know you are a charlatan? Why not take the money and run? He could have taken His act on the road and been famous and rich in hundreds of places. He knew how to get out of trouble and did so many times until the end. How do you reconcile someone thinking they are eternal, not from this point on but has always been, with an acceptable character? Now if He says that if we kill Him He will raise from the dead then that deserves a second look. Even if one of the blowhard retards on here spoke this insanity I would be forced to take another look if they rose from the dead. I think this is why Christ offered this one sign. It is a pretty good one you must admit. Muhammad, Buddha, Joseph Smith, Marcian, Caesars, Pharaohs, Kings, and Rulers all still have dirt on their face. If they didn't I would take a second look. But finally if you really want to grasp what these events really were like you must examine the lives of those affected by the events. Use a little human wisdom about human behavior a science we all have experience with and take a good look at the Disciples.

First you recognize that they had a Cataclysmic Change in their character. You had John one of the sons of thunder turning into the master of love. Peter who ran scared and lost his faith exercise faith in establishing the church. Next they developed an Internal Integrity. This I know goes way over the head of most of my critics. They don't know this. They change their tune to the highest bidder. I am a thief but the banks are OK. The banks are a thief but so is Kurt. I don't have to learn the truth the banks told me what to think. You get my point. Their integrity Is a moving target. These Disciples were unmoving in their testimony. They suffered rather than change their tune. This reflects the cost. They all had a Price to pay for their belief choice. A high price. This is what really separates the pretenders in life. When everyone is on your side truth or lie those without integrity fit right into the crowd. Take away the comfort of the crowd and the character will be measured. Will you value your integrity even enough to suffer pain or death? Are there some things worse than death to a man? These Disciples thought there was. Last they all die Alone. This is one truth I think someone who has been in a prison setting understands more than most. When a conspiracy is formed and all the parties are together there is friendship, love, purpose, and other things binding the group. The feds entire system is designed to divide and conquer because when these parties are not in the group they become self persevering. Dublin is 85 percent "rats" they call them. These are people who are looking to get a better deal by selling out the lives of others. Good or bad is irrelevant. It is human nature the same we share with the Disciples. If they had concocted this religious conspiracy with Jesus and their leader had died but they wanted to maintain the benefits that would require a certain type of behavior. The behavior displayed by these men is that they were almost all separated from each other under the pains of torture and not one recanted his story. Now if you lived where I have lived you'll know that this would never happen in the real world unless they truly believed their own reports about the Savior Jesus. That means the whole story of a Christ who was perfect, was a ransom, was eternal, did die and rise, and ascended into heaven. They would not give up that hope for anything in this world. That is a true historical perspective on the gospels though I will admit very cursory for this Blog. But I can tell you as a man I like them have complete confidence in this story and my personal integrity is not for sale to bankers, judges, critics, or the crowd. If I die alone in suffering I will not be moved from this conviction based on a single sign that is amazing and trustworthy. If God appeared as a man and gave me the resurrection for a sign I am safe to trust Him. When I feel frail in my trials and it looks like the enemy has the upper hand I can always go back to this amazing story and renew my faith. That is why I share it with you. If this story was not told by a bunch of conspirators about a lunatic or evil man and it was true we are safe to give our lives over to the Lord. I trust Him with my future, how about you? Answer that question when the world is about commercial indulgence based upon the winter solstice to please the pagan crowd.

Emmanuel - Part 1 (December 19, 2007)

For the Christian this name is the focal point of our hope. If Christ never appeared as a man than Christianity is a farce. Paul says that the resurrection is our hope and that is the truth, but we can't get there until we can prove Jesus existed. There must be a life to deliver to death and resurrection. Most people have never spent 15 minutes of their lives researching this matter and yet all are authoritarians on this subject. Look how many blowhards there are on this Blog where it is obvious they are neophytes to spiritual truth much less real history. I want to take you down a little logical trek on this subject if you will indulge me a short moment. First I will tell you that this name is so essential to my strength that I don't think I could have survived this trial without this truth. It is why I want to share it with you in hope some of the strength rubs off. When I think about the circumstance before my eyes it can be overwhelming. Most of you don't understand the pressure I've been under. I have my best friend in peril, my wife and marriage in peril, and my reputation and work effort in peril. Though I could be right I still have a powerful enemy that is greater than I. I must look to the hope of God himself spanning time and the divide of death to reach to me. This miracle in itself breeds an unshakable hope. If that love is real enough for a physical and historical expression then it is something I can trust in. Death is more powerful than Alsup will ever be. Even he is subject to it and dwells in it. I have been loved if there was an incarnation but perhaps not fully until the resurrection. It's like this. There is an eternal job to do and showing up to put your hand to the plough is the beginning but the field must be worked and the harvest delivered to complete the task. It is love to appear but it is love's endures and truthfulness to finish. That is why the resurrection is essential. Let's look at the facts, shall we?

The first factual question of history is did Jesus live at all? This can be proved by non-Christian historians like Josephus, Phileo, and others. Next, was He crucified? Again these historians and Roman records verify this event. Was He considered dead? I intentionally didn't say he died because that question needs further examination. What His reporters in the gospels put down may not be historically accurate so we can not yet give them that sanction. Was He buried in a known accessible tomb? This we know because the Romans and the Jews knew where to find Him as well as the supplier of the tomb knew its location. He was preached - raised-empty tomb-ascension. An unusual story and not an easy fabrication to forward. Did the Jewish Leaders have a motive in this story? They most certainly did, not to have their religious beliefs altered in anyway and to keep their patrons and power intact. The Disciples were persecuted. Foxes book of martyrs and many other sources document this historical fact. The tomb was empty. The Romans soldiers problems and the Jewish Leader problems make it clear by their made up stories that the tomb they had knowledge of placing the body in was now empty. With these facts what options are available to our reason. This is to develop a historical certainty that is the best we have without being a first hand eyewitness.

Options: The Disciples stole the body. This is quite possible if they were attempting to protect a lie and to foster a new religion with themselves in power. Jewish Leaders stole the body. They might want to prevent others like the disciples from making the claim of resurrection so they could preemptively steal the body to make a show of it later, but that never happened. They made up stories that are not consistent with their theft. What benefit was the body to them when they were trying to squelch a spiritual uprising around the sanctity of this body? The Roman leaders stole the body. They likewise had the stories of the soldiers who were put to death as a direct conflict to their plan to steal the body. This man's body, death, and burial were a heated political subject with many conflicting interest. They gained nothing by enhancing the myth of this "Son of God" thing. The women went to the wrong tomb. This is a simple enough idea but one must remember that these women know the supplier of the tomb and would have been involved in the spectacle of His body being placed there. The very fact that they took the Sabbath off to return to prepare the body is evidence they had an idea of where to come back to otherwise they would have not expected to return to perform their task. Hallucinations - dreams. This is not a possibility because it is almost impossible for people to share hallucinations and dreams. Further because of the huge cross section of parties and motives the stories would not coincide on detail. Further the women told others who came to the tomb and found the burial cloth as they had said. The Roman soldiers lost their life over their hallucinations not a standard practice. Jesus revived. This is the hope of the Holy Blood Holy Grail story. He was considered dead by many different soldiers in fact one did not break his legs a very long custom because he was dead already. Everyone was wailing at his death and preparing him with the spices of death. The tomb was sealed and not accessible. Crucifixion was not normally survived. If he was revived their would have been attendance to his wounds and notification to parties either to sequester him away from his enemies or to have him brought again before them. The actions of all show a death, a real death. Disciples lied. This is probably the first real option. An examination of them must be had to see if this option has any merit. Lastly the Disciples told the truth. This also is a real option but their lives must be examined to ferret this out.

The Year's End (December 19, 2007)

Well the long trek of truth has eaten another year. How much longer will it gorge itself on time? This question begs an answer but I do not have the answer only a suspicion. What I like about the future is that I know that I am coming to the end of Judge Alsup's power and plan for me. As far as he is concerned he feels he has a success. I know most on here concur with him. That is not now being disputed because I could never convince you otherwise. What I do know is that I have always had a clear understanding of Judge Alsup's power and plan and tried to get to the end of it as soon as possible. That is what all the guilty pleas were for. All the judicial masturbation exercises were for his own good pleasure not mine. I like to get to the point and to settle a matter. This was denied me for a rather long time now but not much longer. On March 18th we finally come to the end of his road. What most of you don't understand about me is that my design always had my beginning at the end of his road. When you have corruption and an abuse of power you have to have a plan to absorb all the energy or you will be crushed. Most of you have figured out the environment we were up against from outside, how much from where I viewed the trial? I am currently on a fast making my final stab at the highest possible goal for the parties involved. I'll admit that my spiritual goals are far beyond what my eyes can see and that is why prayer and fasting is to me an essential weapon to traverse the distance. I don't quit easy and I want the best for God's kingdom. I entered this relationship a warrior and I love displacing the enemy’s territory. He is the master thief and like the word makes clear is that a thief will be plundered by his own devices. It is by the life of faith that one finds these opportunities. If I could get what I want out of the actions I am going to take in the faith it would be that Dewey, Farrel, Bill, and Sarah all benefit from my actions even though they didn't faith for the deliverance. Sometimes you want your friends to learn the hard lessons about their faith under the shadow of a teacher who cares about them and can protect them. They will all know whether they failed to trust God or not. That is between them and their God but if I get all I desire they can have that conversation from the comfort of their own home not as a felon. The risks I take are for prizes most won't consider. For those of you who call yourself my friend like Scott in Vineland this is friendship. It is not self serving lip service in an environment that makes you appear bigger than your friend. Friends lift up friends, not crush them with cruel gestures and insincere platitudes. I could be hard and cruel with my friends because I don't understand why they made the choices they made or attempt to lift them up to make better choices in the future. Until these little lessons are understood, how will you ever understand the sacrifices made by a fiduciary for client strangers?

Scotty and I are separated and in the hole for 30 days. It revolves around our disputes with the staff here. They keep acting lawlessly and we keep prosecuting them. When doing so those who believe power and might is equal to right retaliate with force. If you're afraid of the force you don't have the courage to obtain justice. This has worked out well in that I think Scotty needed a break from me and from his habits. We both get our separate and independent opportunity to press into the Lord to find the wisdom for our finality in this battle. No matter how much training or experience one has he must find that quiet place where God's voice can be heard and comforts the feeble legs. He is my courage, my hope, and my wisdom. Though Him all things are possible. Seeing what the eyes are blind to is a special gift that awaits those who seek His presence. Please be diligent with your prayers and keep us lifted up while we spend off these last days. In jail terms we are double digit midgets meaning we have less than 100 days left. Those experienced in battle know that it is fiercest at the end. We look to the Lord to put the finish in us.

Closing Statements (December 12, 2007)

I'm hoping to post a copy of my closing statements in the near future. I think most of you would get a kick out of them. Even my critics will have fun with these statements. I must admit it was a lot of fun. You can have a good time when you really don't care if these 12 public serfs understand you or not. I thank the Lord that my training made those people irrelevant. Imagine what danger I would be in now if I had only prepared for them to be my deliverance. Yes I was convicted of securities fraud 15 years ago but that is not evidence of the same results, or a criminal that won't learn his lesson. It is actually what triggered my training to be better prepared for this weaponry in the future. Last time I had a lawyer that was not as smart as myself, did not know how to represent me, and accepted all the defects on my behalf. I did not start this trial being a loser. All the advantages of this system are called disadvantages by the system. You didn't really think that the free advice coming from the bench was not expensive, did you? I learned from my last trial that judges are not all they boast of being, that lawyers are a liability, and that juries have you convicted upon their arrival and it is almost impossible to change that perception. They are really stupid, don't know how to reason, and are emotional and whimsical in their decisions. They are on the government doll just to be a juror. They pay taxes, vote, and perform just about every other behavior that a good citizen can perform. They lost their reason a long time before they appear as jurors. That is why the trial is a drama where the best actors win most of the time. I'll admit I'm not a great actor. I mostly come off as arrogant because I can't hide my offense to fiction that well. Still anyone will be able to tell that we won the trial in real time but lost it to jury instructions. That is really not a problem and one of the things I could count on from the best judge money can buy Mr. Alsup. To think that the man who started all the fuss would arrest the case so he couldn't control the outcome has to be the height of delusion. You people call me delusional and I am the staunch realist. I'm not lost in "justice". I'm on the real playing field with the actual events contemplated. My perceptions are measured from the sources that created them, balanced against my experience, and reasoned into calculations of probabilities. This is not the dream state of wishing everything will go well and putting the Christian spin on it that God will deliver me. God delivered me before the trial began because He prepared me for the task with wisdom not taught by years. Do you really think a small town mortgage broker of 15 years can comprehend the battlefield more or less the actual battle? I would love to discover my friend Scott from Vineland underneath the cover of an economic retard. Unfortunately he is a "I'll believe it when I see it" kind of Christian. I pick on him because he has given me license by his comments. He is not untypical, unfortunately. Most of my critics and clients are childlike in an adult world. They can't even comprehend what battles are wrought for them by their trustees. They have no way of knowing that they were made suckers to come in and testify to their own demise. They have no way of knowing that I have protected them even against themselves. This is stuff I learned from my first trial. You needed a trustee with that kind of experience whether you knew it or not. There are so many traps in this game called justice and so much delusional behavior to overcome in the general public that you almost have to be a master chess player even to contemplate creating a company like Dorean. You have to realize up front that you will lose friends and your reputation for no good cause. That those who should love you will hate you. That your good will be considered evil. That those who wish to steal your honor will attempt to make it their own. Even Christianity will be used to condemn your innocence. The world hasn't changed and never will until it is made anew. An evil heart passes on to every generation and even if they believe they can do better they only do worse. That is why Christ is the best example and friend I can have in this process. He does not leave me, forsake me, and understands better than I do the betrayals of everything that is just. He can help you through the maze of your confusion. I'm telling you in advance that hindsight is going to embarrass most of you. Remember now what you are thinking. Perhaps you should keep a journal. In the end this will teach you not to cut your own throats in the future. You will not always be protected by another man's benevolence.

The Coin Toss (December 10, 2007)

I continue to flip the coin of joy and sorrow hoping it will tell me of my future tomorrows. What are the odds, just show me a sign, but it all evens out given the time. 50/50, good and evil, or fate? Why is God always running late? Agony twist in my soul and I can't find the comfort of control.

I used this verse to highlight what I think most of us experience in this walk of faith. There are some spiritual truths that should anchor us within this turmoil. First we know that joy and sorrow are inseparable. It is the sorrows that carve out room for the joys. Your joys would be as shallow as a smile if your heart was not completely involved. This involvement comes from the conditioning created by our sorrows. I miss my wife and it pains me to continually be separated from her. This is a sorrow directly proportionate to the joy she brought to my life with her faithfulness. I may cry but what if I didn't have the joy I would not feel this deep sorrow? Many of you have paid a high price in this exercise called Dorean but your joys will be equal. Those who took no risk for truth do not feel the pain of its absence. This is easily seen by the comments here. The scripture says that weeping may last the night but joy comes in the morning. My sorrows as yours are directly proportionate to my joy. If you had great joy I'm sure you have experienced great pain. What you know about joy won't be stolen from you by this pain only made poignant. Agony is the wrenching of our souls for our honest desires. It is like birth pangs. It is a contracted state that will not last long. A new life will emerge from the agony. Don't fall into the trap of seeking a sign or looking for a formula for it all to make sense. Our relationship with God is not like that. What you are really asking for when you seek a sign is a God that stays within your imagination. This is reducing God to an idol. Now God did give the one sign which is measurable celebrated by the world at this time, and that is the incarnation. What greater sign can be given? If God put on our flesh to unite with us and remove the barrier that separated us that is a sign of power, and love. This is the God we should run to not seeking a sign. I am safe in that love connected to that kind of power to resolve any tragedy I face. As I seek to be in the presence of my wife and good friends it is not because I need them to give me a sign they love me. They love me by accepting my presence. I don't need a trinket of their affection whenever we get together. I just want them. Why seek anything from God but Himself? The strange truth is that in seeking Him and Him alone all things are added unto you. Control is not really that comfortable because you dethrone the real God who died for you so you may be your own God. Plain and simple you suck at being God that is why you spend time on the folly of seeking a sign or formula to help you understand. As I sit in limbo pretty certain of my destiny I'm looking at these lingering days as a waste of time. My spirit tells me this is not SO but I can't seem to shake it. The result is a frustration that takes me to the poetic verse in the beginning. What I'm doing is praying, fasting, and spending time with the Lord. In conjunction with this activity I'm going to start the book I need to write for my future. I'm hoping this keeps my desires, joys and sorrows simmered down a little. If it does not I thank the Lord I am sensitive to the wonders of life and not obtuse. I encourage you not to let the time linger as you wait for deliverance. Deliverance is in the presence of the Lord. Dwell there and you will be prepared for the blessings that await you. I can tell by the comments I see posted here that most of you are not prepared. Seek the Lord why He may be found is sound advice. My enemies didn't take that advice and look what it got them.

The Sage Eagle (December 10, 2007)

The sage eagle rarest of birds
Prized by mankind for the wisdom of its words
It soars above philosophy and has a vision keener than insight
Yet only those who risk the cliffs of trial have seen it's flight
No ones really heard it speak but the echoes pierce your heart
In the crags and canyons of your journey you feel you're getting smart
Things so wonderful they move your soul to tears
Things so treacherous that they shake your core with fears
Does it soar on the winds of tomorrow or dive through the skies of today
When men talk of their encounters they're always in yesterday
Then one day in a fowler's snare was the treasure that he sought He would scribe all he heard, at least that's what he thought Strange it seemed that in a cage this creature was only mute No treasured words that would bring a price nothing to salute Legends seemed to be a bust, was this just a simple bird Was it only old wives tales about foolish things that they had heard He clipped its wings to keep it tame to keep it from its flight Then in disgust he removed it far from his sight
Years had past until the fowler grew tired of his care
It was time to destroy this bird that did not bring a fare
This quiet bird was not called a sage for nothing, its patience would reveal
For in the darkness of the fowler's beliefs, his wings would surely heal
The cage door swung open for just a moment was all it took
And the sage was off to flight to the fowler's distant look
The echoes were being heard about a man and a bird
While the fowler told a story about what he never heard

Family and Friends (December 4, 2007)

I did not have the all American upbringing of the traditional family. Actually many would look at my circumstance as tragic. There was divorce, poverty, stigmas and various other forms of discomfort. Scott from Vineland made comments about what he thought caused my unfortunate demise. He is not the first to pull a Dr. Phil upon me. I have little respect for those who judge from their comforts the plight of those whom they can judge inferior. What I liked and still love about my family and friends is that even under my trials and tribulations they are loyal. There was a perspective juror in the void dare process that spoke to this point. Of course he was excused by the court because he was not easily deceived. His brother had been convicted of a crime against social security and did 8 years. He said he knew his brother and his conviction made him not trust the government. That is an honest man. What we have here on the blog are not. There are some who know me and the stranger's accusations they know to be false because they know me. There are others who don't know the government but give them integrity credits. There are others who don't even know themselves. I am fortunate to be blessed_ with some friends though few who stick by me in my troubles. They know why I make the decisions I make and that the crowd is foolish. My family which was ridiculed by the supposed normal families is there supporting me even though they don't understand the subject matter. They know me and that I have a heart for truth. They know I study hard and have integrity. They know how diligent and unwavering I am with my principles. They trust me not the circumstances. My family looked like the misfits but they are loyal, faithful, kind, and loving in my times of need and that is a blessing I will always cherish. I have seen the love of the proper family that is so ashamed of the fallen that they accuse and trust that the government is correct. It would look bad to be any other way. They don't understand a God who allows difficulty into our lives. They pummel their loved one while he suffers as though that will make everything alright. How would you like to have a "normal" family that loved you like this. I am more than thankful for my misfits. I don't like the harsh abuse of normal love. I want more and I have it. I give more and I get it. I don't judge them as below me, I don't live their lives vicariously as their judge, I live with them and love them as they love me. No matter where our trials take us we have each other. If one government accusation can sever your relationship it was severed already. You just needed the opportunity to crush your family or friend. Scott keeps claiming he's my friend but he hasn't written me one letter in the months he's been on here blasting me. On the blog he can look good, be proud of himself, find kudos from strangers, but he cannot win his friend. What did he bring to me in my time of need? His valuable opinion? His loving heart? His well wishes? His Christian wisdom? No, he brought his pride, his ignorance, and no friendship. I will not throw him away because he is in a miserable circumstance. I do recall my friend and now that he has appeared again I will pursue him with the truth of love, loyalty, and wisdom. That is what friends do. Everything else is lip service or keystoking yourself. To my friends and family, I love you all and appreciate you simple service to me of your love. Thank you endlessly for not being normal.

Gratitude (December 1, 2007)

I want to sincerely thank the few of you who have ministered to my personal need. I have come a very long way in this battle I must truly say that my personal burden was heavier upon me than the work of Dorean. The fact that you have come beside me in the Lord and raised my hands is of eternal value. I truly don't know how to thank you enough. The very best thing I can offer you is to prove the truth upon all these liars so that it can be a treasure that will prosper you all the rest of your natural lives. This battle has drawn out longer than I could have imagined or desired. In the end though it is the body of Christ ministering to the weakness within the body that makes us all healthy. I am certain that God himself has taken notice of your kindness to me. You are the treasure within the sea of retards I must contend with that make it all worth it. Please know that I am indebted to your kind service and that if I haven't proven my loyalty as a friend yet please remember to give me the opportunity in your time of need. I can say that the love of Christ flowing through you and your obedience encourages my faith. It all verifies again that the God we serve is real and a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Thank you, thank you, and thank you, a million times over. You have blessed me more than you can imagine.

"Now, Lord hear my prayer that you reward those who have reached to my need in faithfulness to you. Remember them in all there business, family, and spirit. You are the giver behind all our kindnesses so continue to give to them abundantly and exceedingly above all that they can ask or think. Heal their bodies and their souls which is a treasure that cannot be obtained by money. Restore lost relationship with love, forgiveness, and hope. Increase their repute in the communities and in their families. Bless them dear Lord as they have blessed your servant. AMEN!"

What's Next (November 30, 2007)

We had to file a motion for acquittal by December 3, which will be responded to by the government. Their response will be e-filed so many of you will be able to access it. I have sent a copy or two to commenter's on the Blog to keep you informed. I do not expect it to be granted by judge Alsup. It would be like pulling his own teeth. Leopards generally don't change their spots this far into the game. He has shown himself to be working an agenda not consistent with the hot air coming out of his mouth. Anyone who reads this motion that is honest about the "law" will understand that it must be granted. The test is that a reasonable trier of fact cannot convict. Now we have already passed the 12 duped jurors and know them to be unreasonable. I don't fault them they are trapped in a world of deception otherwise they wouldn't be jurors. Now on the other hand Mr. Alsup is not so duped. He is calculated, trained, and deliberate. Watch how a man with all this knowledge suddenly becomes as incompetent as this jury to be reasonable. I love how life plays out. Frauds are always exposed in the end. Now most of you will never really understand how overwhelmingly God has prepared me for this battle and how selflessly I have served you against odds that would have destroyed every one of you. I have had special training for over 20 years to deal specifically with what I'm facing. When Mr. Alsup showed up as my nemesis or should I say "mark" on December 2, 2004 I knew where I had to be willing to go. Though I didn't honestly think I would face the assault of evil I did it still did not leave me under prepared. Disappointments are a part of battle but adapting is the key to victory. Adapting comes from training, and knowledge. Spiritual training is absolutely essential because the wickedness of a man's heart lays more traps for a man than his enemies could ever contemplate. Mr. Alsup did more to assist me in victory than I could have ever plotted with my imagination. One thing boxing taught me is that the biggest and strongest doesn't guarantee a win. If you can get the advantaged to over exert himself by abusing his power in misses or in controlled targets then time will become your friend. Fatigue will set in and then the weaknesses begin to appear. The patient fighter only enters this area of battle. It is the fight-flight reflex that tempts most to defend against overwhelming strength when you should be using their power against them. I know banking and that is why I can expose their fraud. It is why I can stand against any retard on this Blog or in a long black rope without flinching. Call it a ring generalship or presence. I know where my footing is at all times. Now when I entered the ring I had a crazed federal judge, an FBI that was at his bidding, and cut and paste prosecutors. Guns and ammo everywhere. Here's where patience pays off. The head honcho doesn't know banking as well as I do. He knows enough to know he must destroy me and stop Dorean. The minions know less than he does. Now the bankers know I know and that they don't. They have the secret to protect. That is their weakness. I have the truth and nothing to hide. This is more like endurance. The lie has might and force but no staying power. It must always be infused with new strength. They trap me in a system that won't let me go but also for every start must come to an end. The end was delayed many times but now it must come. The verdict was the beginning of the end. At this point the sides have now become fixed in their positions. Battle plans can no longer be altered. My plan included a guilty verdict and so did theirs. Now the question remains is who has the advantage if both parties want the same move made? I will bet on my training over theirs anytime. Lawyers are trained in procedure. Take them out of their element and they are worthless. Make them a judge, a politician, or a defender of your rights and they are even worse. I am trained in their procedure, banking, UCC, spirit, psychology, warfare, language, and other's. I am a 7th grade graduate and yet I handled a federal criminal trial on the fly for 15 days. How is that possible unless I have training and education outside their system? I can hear the retards now, "you lost the trial I wouldn't boast". That is easy to say but let those who read my motion talk from an educated point of view. Sometimes losing is the best win possible. I have even more ways to win outside this motion. Even losing this motion is a win. None of you understand this because you don't know what I know and when I am finished with my work and it is revealed who I am you will still have an opinion of no value.

Here's what I don't like about you retards. You talk only in the light that is most favorable to yourself. You are not honestly attempting to spend credits you don't have. Here are a couple of examples. Fruity couldn't light a match to the flames of spiritual truth I function in daily and yet she judges herself holier than me. She knows all my faults but not one of her own. Scott my long lost friend is so conflicted by his ignorance about his industry that he would spend his friendship credits with me like I owe them to him. He claims to be a brother in the Lord and yet all his comments are faithless reflections of what his eyes see. How clever is that? Yes you look wise to yourself and the ignorant but what will you say when I have completed my task of defending my clients against every brain fart out there? Leader you recently appear as though you can be a judge of my actions and Scott's but you fail to mention that you are dating Evil-Ex. Your comments might be just a little conflicted, ya think? What has God told you? What kind of faith does a man practice in the Lord using e-harmony to find a spouse? What kind of Evil-ex goes onto e-harmony while her husband goes to jail? Don't question our faith until you have walked it. I don't want you to think I am being harsh, I am just being honest. If you and Evil are to be an item I hope it is in the Lord. One thing though that I have learned in the faith is that faith doesn't just show up one day but is a collective of many faith choices over time. Was your ex a bad choice of yours or a bad choice of hers? Should I judge you by the actions of one not faithful in the Lord? Should you judge Scott by one maybe of the same caliber as your ex? I know that the sins are nothing alike but perhaps the unfaithful spirit is? I won't judge but I think there are a lot of areas in your current standing that need examination from a spiritual standpoint before you read the palms, tea leaves, or tarot cards of men you don't really know. Beanhead you claim to know the law and yet never do you confirm the law before it transpires. You're an "I told you so commentator" after a matter is settled. Most of the time you think it settled it really isn't. You're not honest when looking at the banking contract or the mortgage industry. To hear you tell it the news media got it right, the consumers caused the current mortgage crisis. The policy is disclose, disclose, disclose and yet brokers are going to jail, banks are merging, failing. GSE's are reeling and in all this the consumer was the all powerful. Give me a break! That dishonesty is what makes you a retard. Neo you have changed a little for the better in that you have recognized that Christ might be substantive and your arguments are not. Still though you are not honest because you are looking-for every word I write to hang me with while you forget your lips have been moving in conflicted patterns. It was ok for you to BK because of the swindler. Would you turn gay if your wife did? I'm not picking on you for the BK but don't pretend to be more righteous than me. You're a sinner like me and everyone else on here who thinks God needs their opinion to keep His ledger of naught and nice. Talk about your faith, the facts, or the battle to be a man of God in this world. Help someone with your words instead of being a blowhard in a forum were you can collect the kudos of retards. Big deal, what have you gained? I'm starting to think you're a better man than that. Show me what you got of substance! If I have forgotten any of you don't worry it was intentional. Now for the rest of you wonderful faithers out there who are not so easily deceived let me again thank you. You are part of the joy of my difficult journey. I assure you that things are well and those who have read my motion will confirm this also. Be of good cheer because Christ is destroying our enemies while they think they are winning.

Intent (November 26, 2007)

There has been a lot of discussion about my intent with Dorean and now a court has formed an opinion concerning it. Perhaps I can clarify it for some of you. Dorean means "sovereign freedom and gift" which is consistent with what I want to offer the clients. Dorean was designed to aggressively offend the powers that be to force a battle of wits for dominance. They have power and a lie; I have Christ and the truth. It is an ancient and epic battle repeated countless times throughout history. First one must look at the transaction. The bankers which will always be the ultimate ledger a loan is settled upon even if a mortgage company is the contractor. The warehouse line of credit given to a mortgage broker is not their ledger but the banks. Banks within the current fiat reserve system create money at the time of lending. Is this criminal? I don't care! It was not my issue. Do they lend was my question. If the promissory note is deposited upon the ledger as the asset that funds the liability instrument used to fund the real-estate transaction how did the alleged lender put up any consideration to obtain a creditor's rights? Going back into the mortgage industry on a refinance does not make me greedy or a criminal. It makes me prudent. If that is the way the transactions goes then my knowledge of entering the marketplace again is not fraudulent because I know that the promissory note completely funds the transaction and there is an even quid pro quo exchange to the mutual benefit of both parties. No injured party, no risk, no advantage for either party. The banks are not ripped off. If they choose to issue fraudulent contracts that misstate the transaction that is on them. I cannot be certain until the transaction is examined by the books and records. Even though I have the advantage of procedural knowledge I do not have knowledge of the operations concerning this particular transaction. If the borrower's note funded the transaction it is not a creditor relationship and must therefore fall into a fiduciary or agency relationship. This relationship has a duty to speak absolutely. If they do not tacit, procuration is a valid performance with its inherent obligations. Dorean formed its contracts around these principals of law. Sure there was an expectation of conflict. Why wouldn't there be. We were the first to take the banks own procedures and tactics and return them to them with force and effect.

Mortgage Alternatives collected nearly 10x the money we did without one act of performance and went out of business after 4 years without a whimper of interest from the government. Why because they were no threat to the status quo. They did nothing to offend the most powerful cartel. Was Dorean a Christian company? No, but its founders love the Lord with all their heart. Any of you who know the Lord know He will not let you serve Him and serve mammon. All your accusations of my greed are foolish and improbable. Leader suggested that I am diligent in my fight as a man of faith but because of the injuries around me I must be errant. How do you come up with this crap? When was your last faith battle? Were you able to exit at your own choosing? Were you able to control the events? Did people misunderstand what God was having you do having not heard the call you heard? Fighting for God and fighting for Country are not similar. God dispossess you of any allegiances including wives and children to serve in His army. The United States promotes the patriotic allegiances of Country, family, friends, freedom, and way of life. My wife has been a faithful champion of faith right by my side and sacrifices her husband to the call of God like a real soldier of faith. I do not discard her but embrace her with an honor greater than a husband. I live and fight to justify her faith and to give her the reward of trusting the Lord. Scott does the same for his kids. God has done an amazing work there in that now his kids truly look to their father as a champion of the faith they are starting to embrace with diligence. If you are a true brother in Christ and want to really understand my motivations in the spirit I will invest in your spirit by offering you a copy of my book. Somehow get a copy of your address to me or my father and I will mail it to you. Some have read the drafts and can comment as to my personal commitment to my faith. It is not a fleeting platitude to impress those around me. I personally don't care who I offend by my obedience. If a brother I will work it out with him, but that takes some effort on both parties. I make that effort to you "leader" what will you do with it? Dorean didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked because people I thought I could count on lacked the substance I thought they possessed and the opposition was far more severe then I had imagined. That still didn't scare me because I have always had an ace up my sleeve that these villains can never foresee. My faith is their biggest stumbling block because the self preservation of a man's heart is what their system was designed to take advantage of. They have no psychological or tactical remedy to persuade one dead to this world. None of their promises motivate.

Scott let me ask you for a little spiritual common sense. If you knew me to be genuine, and you knew yourself that way, and you now have an established walk with the Lord, how is it that you can imagine for me what you know to be impossible for yourself? The Lord never diminished your genuineness but only increased it better than you could. Do you think the Lord that anemic on the west coast? Now the only thing you seem to question me on is not my faith but my financial knowledge because you are the informed mortgage broker. Can your industry justify the condemnation of a brother more than Christ could? If your industry is so pristine why is it the lead in one of the worst credit crisis's in your lifetime? That was the moral uprightness you trust over spiritual common sense in Christ? I know I am mouthy and bold about certain subjects and I stand up to retards but if you've walked even a mile in the faith you will know that I speak the truth. If you think I am a liar then you must be one of those sweet by and by Christians where everything is wonderful because good things only happen to good people. I don't suspect you as that much an imitation. Christ is not begging for converts and if my blowhard son wants to be his own god the real God will let him. I do not preach to him or care if he listens to me or you. I care only that he has a call on his life and God hears my prayers. I don't think my God is a wimp ringing His hands with concern over how to get my boy through the muck and mire of the devil and his intentions to the truth of Christ. I happen to believe the prayers of the righteous avails much. Don't misinterpret by my words. If you think you can read my heart try reading yours. Impress yourself and clean up your heart. The messiah complex is retarded don't grovel below yourself. I make my boast in the Lord and give my life as a living sacrifice to Him. That is the right standing of a man. I live under submission and take orders. Those who are their own boss are the messiahs on this Blog. You don't hear me complaining about the path Christ has taken me. Even if I get destroyed I have the joy of knowing I was obedient. If you think this delusional try keeping your delusion through the threat of death and suffering. Delusional people don't get a pass from a multi-degreed psyche and maintain coherent Blogs like this one. Pretend is something I don't do. I don't pretend we have a legal system when we don't. I don't pretend there was a loan when there wasn't. I don't pretend to be about trustee business at the expense of myself when I am not. I don't pretend to be the messiah when I am His servant. I don't pretend to be humble when I have no cause to be. I don't pretend to be proud when I have no cause to be. I don't pretend that Christ doesn't motivate my decisions because retards don't understand it. I know people who have known me the 30 years you have been absent that represent me completely differently than you do. I think I will trust them and their knowledge over your guessing. I would think you could guess better with the sense you have. How many times did David appear to be at the end of his road of faith? Don't count me out just because a jury entered a verdict. I might just have them right were I want them, starting to feel confident. Have you pierced the lies in your life? Maybe if I prevail, I might be able as a friend to show you how many lies you believe.

Thanksgiving (November 22, 2007)

This is my favorite holiday and has always been since I discovered the Lord as the object of my gratitude. Many would think that in prison being held for non-existent crimes I would not be able to find the joy of gratitude. The world may never understand the joy of God's presence. It is not hindered by any location or circumstance. What's unique about this day is that I awoke with such an awe of God's provision. I'm convicted by a corrupt judge, a lackey government crew of yes-men, held by a bunch of mindless dupes all believing soon they'll be putting me away for 30 years. Oh how the wicked are confident in their wicked little plans until one righteous appears. Christ had different plans and who can annul or thwart them? One thing this journey solidified experientially for me was that wicked men fall prey to their own traps because they are wicked. Only one blessed with a power outside our corrupted nature and the evil system of this world see the pitfalls before falling headlong into them. God could count on wicked people to be so zealous in their evil that they would request His crucifixion and embrace the murderer Barrabas. It was this bloodlust that was their own demise. The same happened in this case. If they were more cautious and not lost in their bloodlust they would have faired much better. One willing to absorb evil can use that energy to craft a victory. God is the master of this technique. I am not the master but by faith I was guided into a brilliant plan to deliver all you clients to your promise. You can't imagine what was involved to prevail upon these crooks with all their resources. Someday your jaws will drop with awe when I tell you and God should be revered. I know that I have been ridiculed for my confidence but this was my expectation of God from the beginning. It is a pattern throughout the scriptures. As I walked and talked with the Lord I just giggled at His cleverness. The guilty verdict was the best thing that could of happened to me and my enemies are just about to learn the reasons why. Funny how God makes the goals of the wicked the very tool of your deliverance. The cross is the perfect example. I am still holding out for a little greater victory. You might say that I am at the table in my enemies camp and there are still some morsels to retrieve. I want the table bare upon my exit. Now I have little control over this but I do have faith, prayer, knowledge, and opportunity. I think I can count on the wickedness of my enemies which is the only thing I still need. You just never know though when a man will turn from his folly. I hope this special day was not lost on you as one not filled with gratitude. God was very much about your business. The suffering has increased here near the end but that is also typical in scripture. I encourage all of you to go to the throne-room of our God and enjoy His presence. You might just come away joyous about your trials. I tell you factually that this is my last thanksgiving behind bars and that had a special joy to it. I know what is going on and will share it with a couple of people that can make their own conclusions but things are definitely going our way. I know it doesn't look like it from where you are sitting but like a trial, opinions are only formed by controlled exposure to the evidence. Beanhead might be able to inform you of the fatal flaws that can overturn a verdict. We will see how smart he is. I have said before going towards God appears risky and a 30 year sentence is risky but it was also the safe path to deliverance. I wrote about this in my book in great detail. I think most of you will enjoy the journey of faith I had to take. Since we all benefit it should enhance your personal relevance to the journey. Thank the Lord, one and all for He is a good God, a friend to sinners, and a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Be of good cheer for your redemption is running towards you rapidly. Thank you for all your prayers and support, I'm certain this victory rest upon your knees as much as it did upon my shoulders. I love you all and thank God I had the opportunity to present the truth on your behalf to a stubborn generation. I ask that you remain in diligent prayer for us.

Nuts (November 21, 2007)

As I have come to the fuller understanding of the governments’ strategy to deal with us it’s become clear that they have devised a scheme to neuter us. They have had a trial completely absent the relevant facts, and in doing so had to constructively amend the indictment. This along with other errors during the trial gives us a clear path to acquittal at the appeals level but ultimately gives them an interesting victory. The appeals court will reverse on the technicality and create no law on the subject matter. There is no adjudication only procedure. In essence they get to exhaust us of time and resources without any liability to them or the law. I have to respect them for their knowledge of their weaponry. The evil it takes though to foster a plan like this upon the accused and even more so the defrauded borrowers is what make these men so cheap and unrespectable. I thank the Lord that His plan has a remedy for this plan. Some of you may think that I am nuts but are absent any proof. What I do have is nuts and castration is not a plan that I am willing to agree to. What is funny about the faith of Christ is that it is mostly courage and (nuts) to challenge the status quo of evil around you. It is the very nuts that they are attempting to remove that exposes their plans to castrate. If I had emasculated myself I would have never been able to pass through the gauntlet that revealed the neutering plan of my enemy. I would have assisted in their goal instead of resisted. I am hopeful that most of you will continue to pray as we arrive at the moment in history that will bring revelation. In a fictional drama that intentionally twists the facts into an inference not intended and deceptive, the truth is easily lost if not anchored to one outside the drama and that being Christ. Why am I ridiculed for my faith by even the good people of this Blog? Where have I erred in my faith that fault can be found? My exegesis of the scriptures is sound. My facts are not even deceptive. In the trial not one banker came forward to support their claim of a loss. In the end the prosecution had to come up with an alternate damage of "honest services" to even keep the trial on track. This of course happened with lots of help from the bench. Mr. Alsup is a better coach than he is a judge. Sentencing requires a different standard of proof for damages than a trial on a fraudulent scheme or device. The probation department, the prosecution and the judge' are all going to allege millions of loss but have no record or party to verify it. Funny how it still comes down to a verification of the debt. The simple question has now run through reams of laws to avoid the simple answer displayed in the books and records. How is it that you righteous here can use the double standard on your marks like myself in saying if I have nothing to hide why not answer the question, but with the alleged lenders you say they have no duty to speak? If they have nothing to hide why not show the books and records. Look everybody knows except for those paid not to that the bank creates the money of account out of the deposit of the promise to pay of the alleged borrower. Even if you think this wacky you can find it from the creation of Federal Reserve Notes to every loan transaction. Money of account (checkbook money) is what most of us use in this economy. I don't care if it is money in the legal sense or not. It functions like money when it is needed to and that is all that matters. There is no special monopolized license that gives one party unequal protection under the law. That is against public policy. If they deposit the promissory note I'm not going to say it is not money and has no value because to me it is just an evidence of an obligation to pay at a future date. These arguments are stupid because they dismiss the facts for the way I imagine things should be. A deposit if used to fund the liability instrument that funded the real estate transaction is a loan to the bank as a matter of fact if it is not the banker’s money. If it is the borrowers then the transaction completely changes its nature. Only in wonderland can a jabberwocky like this appear as a secured transaction.