What is real (Truth) 2013/05/21Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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What is real (Truth)
While setting at a small fast food restaurant yesterday, a police officer came into the diner. Normally I spot a police officer by their uniform, but this one was not wearing a uniform, He was wearing blue jeans and a mechanic’s work shirt smudged with grease.
I spotted him because his work shirt was unbuttoned revealing his badge which was hanging around his neck on a “dog tag” style chain fully exposed, along with his gun, bulging from his right side as if to say, “Look at me, I’m a cop.” (Obviously someone who watches too many movies).
In my opinion not only did this person risk exposing himself as a police officer, but the two other undercover officers as well. How do I know, because after seeing one gun, it was not hard to spot the guns on the other people with him!
When this guy leaves the diner all it might take’s is for someone to recognize him in public, then not only does he jeopardize the operation he was assigned to, he puts the lives and safety everyone near him at risk.
Is this guy playing dress up to impress, or serving and protecting the citizens who pay taxes to his agency?
I don’t blame the officer per se’, I can only observe the actions displayed by him while wearing a badge provide to him by an agency I helped pay for through taxes. The blames lies with his arrogance and his apparent lack of accountability to his supervisors.
I often think of the religious playing the game of dress up as well receiving their income from me voluntarily though donations.
Similar to the above example of someone who may have started out with good intentions, but, ends up breaching his duty to fellow officers, and abusing authority for show and self worth, I have been misled by the wolves in sheep’s clothing claiming and pretending to be priests, pastors, and holy men of God, by the way they were dressed in the past.
The dress up game, along with their illusions, which most of them do not believe themselves, was enough to fool me into believing that they were real. I was paying for their lifestyles while I was working two jobs, drinking water, and eating buttered spaghetti and bread.
Each one of the illusionists had an agenda; a bigger church, a bigger car, more this and more that; to achieve that goal they needed numbers (revenue). I was a number, a human wallet and key to their car, house, and whatever else they wanted.
Everyone, all estimated 7.5 billion of us, experience life in different ways. No two of us are the same.
Yet there appear to be similarities and patterns in behavior that manifest in shared characteristics.
The illusion I perceive projected to my imagination stimulates me to act on the illusion. I must choose to act on, or dismiss the illusion.
Even when I try to go within myself with both my eyes closed, illusions clutter my imagination.
It is only in the moment of being here and now that perception is clear. I don’t need to go here or there. Eat this or drink that, remember yesterday or plan tomorrow. My imagination is displaced with love.
Love is within me only briefly until the illusion returns to convince my imagination that I need to go somewhere before nine o’ clock. Love disappears into the darkness of my imagination and the fear being late moves me to action.
Did I momentarily feel the love of the divine presence or was that just my imagination?
This is my journey to seek the divine nature to be in the world but not part of it. The mind is willing but my flesh is weak.
I live in poverty due to my own primordial desires for the things I don’t have brought on by the illusion. I am no better than the ones who dress up to take from me what little I have. This desire drives my illusion even further, confusing my imagination with thoughts of position in the world. I create for me the perception of going to a place where I believe that I am in control and others will serve me.
For me, as I believe to attain wealth is nothing more than being satisfied with who I am. Seeking the divine nature is the journey on the path that will lead to finding the light of love, discovering within me the truth of who I am.
What is real? I am ἐν αὐτῷ ζωὴ ἦν καὶ ἡ ζωὴ ἦν τὸ φῶς τῶν ἀνθρώπων
If Tomorrow Never Comes 2013/05/18Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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Caution this one appears to be innocent but will incite emotion by the virtue of what he says in the song.
Who’s Yuor Ma’ Ma’ 2013/05/05Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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My mother is no longer with me. She took her last breath and died while I was holding her hand many years ago. She died laying in her own bed in her trailer in Hemet California; I can still see her deep brown eyes looking into mine as she let out her last breath and never took in another one.
The thing I most remember about my mother is how she lived in a small two bedroom house all her life, worked at home and then went to a job so we didn’t have to go without, how she never drove a car or asked for anything for herself. I watched her cry every Christmas and never understood why. I love my mother, she was a simple woman who loved G-d as I do today.
Here is another story about a mother my friend wrote:
It wasn’t until I was in my twenties and married for a few years, when I realized that my mother was human. As a child, I had placed her on such a high pedestal that there was no way she could do any wrong.
Imagine if you would raising seven small children ranging in ages from 1 to 9, almost single-handedly, working a full shift as a waitress in the evenings, helping your self-employed gardener husband on his daily route, and somewhere in-between all that, cooking, cleaning and sleeping. You’d think it couldn’t be done, right? Wrong! It was and look out Wonder Woman, my mother did it!
What I remember most about my mother was her overwhelming love and protection for her seven helpless babes. If mom was home, we were happy, we were safe. At times when my dad would go on one of his drunken rampages, we would cry and beg our mom not to leave us. Since she couldn’t afford to lose her job, she’d load us seven, scraggly kids into her beat up old jalopy and off we’d go to work…with her. Sometimes we would get to go inside where her boss would treat us to chocolate milkshakes. Other times, we would have to remain in the car. We would wait anxiously for our mom to check up on us because she rarely came empty-handed. It was fun for us kids, sort of like a vacation.
Another thing that I will always remember about my mom was how very beautiful she was. She had a natural beauty. She didn’t wear much make-up, but I can clearly picture that coral tinted lipstick and watching her pucker and move her lips just so to spread the lively color on evenly. She’d wear her hair up in French roll twists with dancing curl wiglets positioned perfectly in place on top of her head. And when mom smiled, the glow from her face could light up a darkened room.
Being a waitress, your smile has a direct impact on your tips. Smile frequently; get a pocket full of change, smile seldom; get a pocket full of lint. Mom told me something once that I’ll never forget. “xxxxx,” she said, “No matter how bad I feel, or what kind of a day I’ve had, even if I don’t feel like it, I have to smile. I have to smile for those quarters.” I really felt bad for her that day, but whenever I think I can’t go on another day at work, I remember what she said and I feel ashamed of myself.
I cannot begin to imagine the pressures of life that must have bombarded her at times. They must have been unbearable for her and that will explain the nervous breakdowns she had. It was probably during those times when she took to drinking with my dad. I also think that she was a very lonely person (even with seven kids,) and that was the only time my dad would give her any (meaningful?) attention.
The only trouble was my mother wasn’t able to handle her alcohol consumption. She’d drink and drink and become louder and louder. Any little thing that my dad would say to her set her off. Then came the knock-down-drag-out fights between my mom and dad, usually with my mom coming out in the lead. I didn’t think any less of my mother when she drank, at least when I was young. She never became violent with us kids, only my dad and I felt he deserved it.
As an adult, my mother has been a constant source of strength for me, in being able to cope with the pressures of my own family. During the times when my busy life is being bombarded from all directions and I want to throw in the towel, I think of my mother and her life and say, “If she could do it and survive, well then, so can I!”………………………………………………………………………………..
Anna Marie Jarvis (May 1, 1864, Webster, West Virginia – November 24, 1948, West Chester, Pennsylvania) is the founder of the Mother’s Day holiday in the United States.
Anna’s mother Ann Jarvis had founded Mothers’ Day Work Clubs in five cities to improve sanitary and health conditions. The Mothers’ Day Work Clubs also treated wounds, fed, and clothed both Union and Confederate soldiers with neutrality.
On May 12, 1907, two years after her mother’s death, Anna held a memorial to her mother and thereafter embarked upon a campaign to make “Mother’s Day” a recognized holiday. She succeeded in making this nationally recognized in 1914. The International Mother’s Day Shrine was established in Grafton to commemorate her accomplishment.
By the 1920s, Anna Jarvis had become soured by the commercialization of the holiday. She incorporated herself as the Mother’s Day International Association, trademarked the phrases “second Sunday in May” and “Mother’s Day”, and was once arrested for disturbing the peace. She and her sister Ellsinore spent their family inheritance campaigning against what the holiday had become. Both died in poverty.
According to her New York Times obituary, Jarvis became embittered because too many people sent their mothers a printed greeting card. As she said,
“A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world. And candy! You take a box to Mother—and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment. “
Some may think their mothers are evil and sinister, but your mother provided the gate into life. Without your mother and G-ds will you would not be here.
Some of us are slaves and some are free, but we all are here by G-ds will not your own will or your mothers.
Honor your Mother not for giving you birth, but the opportunity for you to experience life and find the Divine Nature, my mother is not alive, I don’t know where she went, all I know is she is not here. I honor my mother not for what she gave me, but for the chance to be born again into the house of G-d.
Habeas corpus, “May I have the body” 2013/04/23Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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I give my life force (the work or labor that I do) to fools so that I can board their arks and be entertained and fed by them.
“Why do I seek the living among the dead?
The very ones who are educated know that as long as I fear death and hell that I will keep coming back for more words of comfort and solace for my misdeeds.
I can be absolved of my poor behavior every week by keeping the educated ones in business with my life force. Quid pro quo, I give the value of my work and conformity they give me words that tickle my imagination.
In turn my labor gives these same ones the opportunity for a life of leisure, without burden that I can only day dream about. Heaven is in the so called next life so they say.
I Brother Ron am dismayed at myself. How can I go through life with me eyes wide open and keep being deceived by men like myself who herd a fool like me voluntarily into their arks.
By my misdeeds I condemned an innocent man to a Roman Cross almost two thousand years ago.
Just as the so called Passover although my generation I didn’t have to leave Egypt I am commanded to remember the Exodus like it was me who was a slave in Egypt and was saved from Pharaoh.
A writ of Habeas corpus, “May I have the body” is a legal action that requires a person under arrest to be brought before a judge or into court.
The principle of Habeas Corpus ensures that a prisoner can be released from unlawful detention—that is, detention lacking sufficient cause or evidence.
The remedy can be sought by the prisoner or by another person coming to the prisoner’s aid.
Why do so many still point their finger to blame a murder on me? The man is not dead. If he is dead show me the body.
I want to find the path of this man the one who lives, although the world we live in believes he is dead, I Brother Ron don’t believe he is dead.
I want to find the place he said he was going to; to find him to ask him why?
He was a man like me, but with courage to move forward and no fear of death. I want to be like him; to lead by example, to heal the sick, and to raise the dead.
Like a Surfer who drops in a 12 foot wave once you’re in there is no turning back.
Does Hell Exist? 2013/04/15Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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The answer is simple because in the eternal here and now I allow myself to go hell now.
There is no need to wait until I die to go to hell, as some say to see all my dead friends there and have one big party.
I can go to hell now and see all the people who I have to pretend I like. Go places I don’t want to go to, eat things that make me fat so I can regret it later. Fall in love with people who don’t love me. Have children who don’t respect me. Join a club to find that the other members only want me in the club for membership numbers so they can get benefits due to the large membership.
I chase dreams to find that I am there without the people I left behind alone.
It only took me sixty years to realize I was in hell. Hell that I created myself just for me.
The Divine Nature or presence of G-d is in the visible just outside my eyes in plain sight. I can see through nature that I am a prisoner here by my own desires. I am locked in this body of flesh and bones that I cannot escape from. I seek the things that I lust for and forget they disappear in time. The water, the trees, the plants, the animals, and even other people are right in front of my eyes. I use them for my own selfish desires and they use me to satisfy theirs.
I don’t need to go to hell I am here.
I must be born again, into the Divine Nature and the presence of G-d. Being born again is a voluntary act. I can’t change who I am but I can change how I behave and treat others. More than just words being born again is a new life. Seeing the presence of G-d in all things and all people, being surrounded in the love G-d has for me.
Being born again is only the first step. By realizing I am in hell and discovering the truth; that this is a hell I created for myself, I can unload the baggage and move on.
Hell no I won’t go to hell! 2013/04/07Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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Is hell a distant place, a thought that is for some nonexistent, a change of mind or just being alone?
Hell in many mythological, folkloric and religious traditions is a place of eternal torture and punishment. Hell is cross cultural and international it seems people everywhere have a hell.
Hell is different from Sheol, which translated as “grave”, “pit”, or “abode of the dead”, a place of darkness to which all the dead go, both the righteous and the unrighteous, regardless of the moral choices made in life, a place of stillness and darkness cut off from God.
We all end up dead every one of us no one escapes death. I Brother Ron have found in my experience that being alone, abandoned, deserted, isolated, in solitary confinement, by myself, and on my own separated from God is a kind of hell.
Seeking the divine nature has taught me that I am never alone and that the kingdom of God is close at hand. I seldom ever feel alone anymore because God is just within my presence. When I feel the divine presence and I am aware of truth of the light and love of God for me.
I have experienced being isolated by the people that I love and admire; for me hell existed for a while in my life. One thing Brother Ron can tell you is that I don’t want to go back to that kind of hell on earth.
Getting betrayed by someone that I trusted is another kind of hell on earth.
Being born again you will find as I have that you are not alone. People still continue to let me down, disrespect me, and isolate me but now I have the comfort of knowing that the divine presence is near, standing at the door of my heart
Hell no I won’t go to hell unless in Gods wisdom I return there.
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Christ is Risen
Χριστός ἀνέστη; Christos Aneste – “Christ is risen!” and the response is Alithos Anesti (“Ἀληθῶς ἀνέστη!” – “Truly He is Risen!”
Passover is a perpetual commandment of god handed down to us through the generations beginning with Moses.
The Lord said to Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt this month shall be for you the beginning of months; it shall be the first month of the year for you. Tell all the congregation of Israel that on the tenth day of that month they shall take every man a lamb according to their father’s house, a lamb for a household, and if the household is too small for a lamb, then a man and his neighbor next to his house shall take according to the number of persons, according to what each can eat, you shall make your count for the lamb, your lamb shall be without blemish, a male a year old; You shall keep it until the fourteenth day of the month, when the whole assembly of the congregation of Israel shall kill their lambs in the evening. Then they shall take some of the blood, and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel of the houses in which they eat them. They shall eat all the flesh that night, roasted; with unleavened bread and bitter herbs they shall eat it. Do not eat any of it raw or boiled with water, but roasted, its head with its legs and its inner parts, and you shall let none of it remain until the morning, anything that remains until the morning you shall burn. In this manner you shall eat it your loins girded, your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand, and you shall eat it in haste. It is the lords Passover. For I will pass through the land of Egypt that night and I will smite all the first born in the land of Egypt I will execute judgments, I am the Lord, the blood shall be a sign for you, upon the houses where you are. When I see the blood on the doorpost I will pass over you and no plague shall fall upon you or destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt. This day shall be for you a memorial day and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord throughout your generations you shall observe it as an ordinance forever.
Exodus 12: 1-14
I Brother Ron observe Passover or Paska. Christ and his followers kept this ordinance. We call it today “The Last Supper” or Good Friday.
Passover Seder where there is a telling of the exodus from Egypt. The exodus is made real as if it were to happen to us today. We eat bitter herbs and parsley dipped into salt water to remind us of the tears of slavery.
After the telling of the Exodus there is a festive meal followed by one of the most sacred events in Christian theology; the transmutation of the Passover lamb into the body and blood of Christ.
No one killed Christ because Christ is not dead. How does Brother Ron know this? I know because I believe the truth in the words written about him, Christ rose from the dead.
I am alive today by God’s mercy Χριστός ἀνέστη; Christos Aneste
“Christ is risen!”
Nomads, Fishermen, and Farmers 2013/03/25Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
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Nomads, Fishermen, and Farmers
Here are some of the prerequisites:
During the PhD program, students will need to acquire skills in up to three research languages, as needed for their concentration. It is highly recommended that applicants begin their study of research languages prior to beginning the program. (Does Hawaiian Pigeon count?)
Applicants must have achieved the level of competency required program in both Hebrew and Greek before the start of the PhD program. If applicants have not yet reached this level, they must demonstrate competence within the first year of the PhD program.
The PhD is the foundational degree program for teaching at a seminary, college or university. The PhD in Theology, the highest degree offered by the School of Theology, prepares students for a vocation in theological teaching and scholarship by:
•equipping students with the essential tools for high-level scholarship
•guiding them in a major research project in the area of their major concentration
•supporting the development of teaching skills
What is theological? = Of or relating to theology.
1: the study of religious faith, practice, and experience; especially: the study of God and of God’s relation to the world
2: a theological theory or system, b: a distinctive body of theological opinion
How can you study God if God is Love, Light, and Truth? What is any man’s opinion worth?
Students choose an area for major concentration:
Old Testament, New Testament, Church History? Historical Theology? Theology?, Christian Ethics? Philosophy of Religion? Philosophical Theology? Practical Theology?, Theology and Culture?, and Worship and Culture?
Graduates of the PhD in theology program should, (Is an opinion, used to indicate duty, propriety, or expediency) provide evidence:
•a comprehensive knowledge of the discipline of their study
•research skills appropriate to their area of study, sufficient to engage in original research and writing that advances theological understanding in the service of the church, academy, and society
•critical reflection on the vocation of theological scholarship, particularly with regard to teaching and learning, and research
By the time a student has finished school they will have spent more than $30,000 in three years, and read a little more than 12 books to make them so called ; Doctors of Divinity.
There are more than 350,000 religious congregations in the United States, with over 60,000 priest and pastors that serve over 133,377,000 Christians.
If I Brother Ron said hi to each of the 133,377,000 Christians it would take me 507 years. (Unless I can live for 507 years it is impossible.)
If I asked 60,000 priests and pastors their educated opinion from their studies in theology” Which church is the true church?” I might get 60,000 different answers.
I Brother Ron want to know who the author of this madness and confusion is. If there is only one God and I am not God, who is, and where can I find this God. Is God in every church?
Can a so called Doctor of Divinity tell me which church is the true church? Should I stand behind 133,377,000 other Christians waiting for the Priest or Pastor to get done going to the bathroom and eating; to give me an answer? Should I go back to the fields and plant the seeds for the harvest and hope God shows me the answer? Should I make bread and wine from the harvest and eat and drink it myself?
What would Moses, Elijah, John, James or Peter say? I wonder if they knew anything about a PhD. Certainly a farmer, a nomad or a fisherman would ever be allowed teach at a seminary in these days unless they got an honorary doctorate because of their outstanding accomplishments; What makes me believe a PhD has or even knows about the Divine Nature or would be chosen by Jesus to guild me to the presence of God?
Finding God and the Divine Nature is no easy task; it is like threading a needle in preparation to sew a shirt that has already been worn by 1000s of people throughout time.
Getting the tread through the eye of the needle is hard enough, and then once I start to mend the shirt; it just rips apart somewhere else.
Forgiveness 2013/03/21Posted by callupbrotherron in Uncategorized.
Brother Ron has breached his commitment to lent. I said I was going to give up drinking beer for the forty days of lent.
These last few days were spent in Las Vegas at a seminar. I was overcome with temptation and succumbed to my own desire to indulge.
I am remorseful and have continued my fast from beer again. Being human I have a propensity to my lustful desires; it was easy to disregard my commitment and drink my first beer.
The one I let down was myself; I am confessing my breach to prevent any scandal that may arise due to my hypocrisy. The one I must forgive is myself, be born again and restart my journey to the divine nature.
I hope my readers will forgive me as well and understand we are all in this together. One breach is no different than any other, the best we can do is to give ourselves forgiveness and continue on with our journey.