What is True?
There’s so much going on in my mind today. Life is so different while still being the same. It’s challenging to keep fear from dominating.
Talk of the coming virus started two years ago. It was comforting, back then, to know there were no cases reported in California yet. It was OK there were no man-made vaccines available. We relied on strengthening our Godgiven immune system until man could come up with “something better”.
I listened to Dannion Brinkley, the author of “Saved by the Light.” In his first near-death experience, he was given a message to bring back. “The battle for the human soul will be fought in health care,” he was told.
As I thought about that, the case numbers started going up. The news stations became obsessed with the pandemic. Finally the manmade answer became available, and the God-given immune system strengtheners were suppressed and removed. Deaths from blood clots started to be reported along with miscarriages, headaches, fatigue and malaise. However, none of those carried as much fear as the dread of the pandemic.
Population reduction was mentioned by some as the only way to save our planet. A good, Christian friend agreed there are too many people; the cities are too big, too crowded and filled with crime.
Frontline Doctors, rumble.com, t.me, Andweknow, Vaxxchoice.com, commonerlaw.com, redvoicemedia. com, bitchute.com, Dr.
Sherry Tenpenny and many others began to give more information and insight into what’s happening and why. One episode on t.me, “The Stage is Set for the Next 9-1-1,” showed how a new $100bill reveals a plan to take out the city of New York and everything else on the East Coast. The episode says the blue strip down the middle of the $100-bill (if you’ve even seen one of those lately), is a hologram of Liberty Bells ringing out a warning (suddenly an old Peter, Paul and Mary song popped into my head. “If I had a bell … I’d ring out warning … I’d ring out love …”) regarding the story that’s told when the $100bill is folded in a certain way. The folds reveal a wall of water coming through the skyscrapers. The wall is generated by a mountain in the Canary Islands that’s split in half and slides into the ocean. How farfetched or true is that?
After the Veterans Day Parade, I sat with friends at the Nuckols Ranch. An Air Force veteran sat at our table and spoke of an area of the world where they’re doing a lot of target practicing and missile dropping maneuvers right now. No one commented. We just went back to eating, listening and dancing to the great, live music.
At Porterville College last week, a warning came over the computers from The Great California Shake Out system regarding what to do to protect ourselves during an earthquake or tsunami. I asked my department head about it and she said, “Oh, that comes on once every year.”
“OK. So it’s no big deal, just another one of those mandated, gotta hear it, do it, receive it kinds of things we are all supposed to do because we’re being told too. Don’t worry. Man is figuring it out as fast as he can. He’s making and doing things that will save us; just trust him,” I thought. Then I read Isaiah 3:22. The Living Bible Edition says, “Puny man! Frail as his breath! Don’t ever put your trust in him!”
I drove into the parking lot at the college with so much on my mind. From the parking spot beside the dumpsters, the leaves drifted and tumbled to the green grass in front of me. I paused before opening the door. The trees seemed to be thinking about changing color like they always do. It was a peaceful moment. My mind drifted back to a song from the early 70’s; one of the many war protest songs said: Soft rain will come And the smell of the ground And swallows circling With their shimmering sound
And the frogs in the pools Singing all the night And the wild plumb trees
In their tremulous white.
Robins will wear their feathery fire And whistle their whims On an old fence wire And not one will know Of the war (“on our health”, I added) no not one Nor care at last When it all was done. Not one will mind Neither bird nor tree If all mankind perish utterly And Spring herself When she awoke at dawn Will scarcely know That we all were gone.
Until then … TAKE CHARGE! … Sylvia