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Go Up on the Mountain

29 Mar

Matthew 17: 1-9…The Transfiguration – “After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus. Peter said to Jesus, ‘Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three shelters – one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.’ While he was still speaking, a bright cloud covered them, and a voice from the cloud said, ‘This is my son, whom I love, with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!’ When the disciples heard this, they fell facedown to the ground, terrified. But, Jesus came and touched them. ‘Get up,’ he said. ‘Don’t be afraid.’ When they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus. As they were coming back down the mountain, Jesus instructed them, ‘Don’t tell anyone what you have seen, until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.’ “

High places hold great spiritual significance. Moses spotted the burning bush high upon God’s mountain, and there he met him. Up high is where God gave Moses his law. Up high is where God showed Moses the land that was promised, but didn’t allow him to go. Jesus in the gospel, often retreats “to the mountains” for reflection and prayer. And as noted in the gospel story above, up high on the mountain is where Jesus took his selected friends to show them who he really was. To show them Moses…Elijah…alive. This always astounds me about Peter. How, after having seen Jesus transform in front of your very eyes, and to see Moses and Elijah standing there chatting up the Lord, could he have possibly had any doubt remaining within him? Yet…he still did. He denied him 3 times at the critical moment. Peter, having seen all that he did, and having been hand appointed by Jesus as the rock of his church, still struggled with faith. Consider that compared with your own situation. You’ve had no such experiences…only the stories in God’s enduring word, and the ever present miracles of life and creation to convince you. Stop beating yourself up for having doubts. But believe, you must. 

Today, I’m going high up on the mountain in real time. The image above was taken by me earlier this morning at about 7,500 ft at my lodging location in Utah. On a snowmobile, I’ll be riding into the wilderness up to about 10,000 ft. I’ve done this before in Colorado and Wyoming. It’s a transforming experience in itself. A friend earlier this morning asked if you feel closer to God up here? Of course. How could you not? When you’re in the wilderness of deep silent snow, magnificent creation unspoiled by human hands, and perhaps a moose or some other wildlife briefly joining you…it’s a spiritual moment of deep connection with the maker. I think because the deep layers of Satan’s delusions are filtered up here. It’s not out of his reach, but not where his destruction is concentrated, because there are no masses of humanity up here…Just creation – life. So our souls get a “strong signal” when we are up high, as our technological human made signals weaken or disappear. No cell service where I’m going today. 

Times like these are some of my favorites in my life. I’ve written extensively on this blog of my time on the mountain with God. I read something the other day that said (paraphrasing)…”God’s path is uphill so it leads us to him, and not downhill to the pit of destruction.” That made sense to me. When I was trudging up Mt. Pisgah I could hardly breathe. It was very difficult for my lungs so badly abused in my young life. That’s life. The right way is so hard to take. Coming back down that day was a joyful breeze. I was giddy. The path in the wrong direction is always made easy for us. This will be hard for me today too…my lungs are not at home at 10,000 feet. They aren’t at home at the 7,500 feet I type this from. My chest is tight. Breathing labored. I normally live pretty much at sea level. In the mass of humanity. My body showing the wear and tear of sin. Nowhere near the glowing face of Christ shown to Peter and the boys. Just a man I am seeking my Savior to serve and know him. God brought me up here for some reason. My wife is being honored, but I’m here too for a purpose. To learn it…I shall go up on the mountain. 

Gary Abernathy


The Peace of God With Us

17 Mar

Philippians 4: 4-9 Final Exhortations…”Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anythin…

Source: The Peace of God With Us

Evangelistic Urgency

22 Feb


Anarchy: A state of disorder due to absence or non-recognition of authority. It’s synonyms are nihilism, mobocracy, revolution, insurrection, disorder, chaos, mayhem, tumult, turmoil. In a political sense, it’s defined as “absence of government and absolute freedom of the individual, regarded as political ideal.”

I’ve written much on this blog about order. There is even a fictional short story I wrote titled: “ORDO AB CHAO” – Order out of chaos. The Latin that is written on the American dollar bill. There is an urgency and clamor for chaos, because in all things we are actually seeking – order. I debated in mostly friendly tones with a man on social media recently regarding the current posturing of Russia versus the world. We are both American citizens, but both with completely different takes on the same situation. After much jostling back and forth, I finally coaxed out of him to admit what he was. “If I had to identify with a political movement, I’d probably say I was anarchist. I believe in ideas of home rule, shared decision-making, and voluntary association of individuals.” If you do not know, this is a sentiment that is prevalent in the youth of today. It’s spreading like wildfire. The source of it currently on the surface comes from the disinformation agents of the very nation he was arguing with me was not a threat to us at all – Russia. The Soviets and now the Russians have saturated America for well over half a century with sentiment designed to tear us to shreds from within. But the real source of that is not Russia or any other nation. This is a repeating pattern that began in the Garden. It’s the spin of Lucifer.

Ironically, America is a place of home rule, shared decision-making, and voluntary association of individuals. We are a constitutional republic, a union of individual states, and declared upon our founding that the rights of man are provided by God, not man, and that no man can infringe upon them. The anarchists claim to want that same ideal failing to understand the very nature of the title they give themselves, which is the title of chaos, disorder, mayhem and turmoil. It’s brilliant the way the twisting of man’s deepest need is turned against him. Lucifer is of intelligence far beyond our capabilities and to that due respect must be given. Mankind’s quest is a spiritual one, and it’s the quest leading to the final order. The Kingdom of God or the earthly hell of Satan?

We have an evangelistic urgency in this world. The evangelism of Lucifer is beating us around every corner, while apathy grows fat in God’s hands and feet – the Church. But there has always been a great need for evangelistic urgency since God breathed the spirit into the apostles and sent them on their way. In the worldly hatred of so-called Christians, none other is despised more greatly than the conservative-minded evangelist. They are the ones that dare to speak the living word. They are the ones that take it to their neighbors. They are the ones that will not bend to the whims and changes of each generation. Why are they so hated? It’s not because the people hate the message. It’s because we have failed to live it ourselves. We have failed the command of Jesus to become his likeness on earth. And they hate us for it. The harvest is spoiled and Lucifer is there to pick the rotted fruit and drag it back to his pit to rot for all eternity.

So here we are at this pivotal point in human history…on the cliff of chaos, on the cliff of that desired anarchy. Order hanging in the balance. You hear every world leader talk about the great need for the new structure – the new order. What do we do? Most of us are climbing deep into the giant sea of grace we’ve imagined and are hiding. We are taking shelter behind the shallow promises we made to God like we were buying life insurance. We fill giant halls of worship as if by duty to the bylaws of the insurance plan, but we walk out of them no different from when we first came. The agents of the masterful Lucifer playing us like a fiddle, as his teachers inside those halls go about building up the self…building up the me…filling up souls with selfishness and sending them away sinking in a grace that doesn’t exist for them. Each of us as guilty as the next. Then we dare tell the rest of the world how wrong they are. We should be hated for it and we are.

What is the most revolutionary act a human being can make? Actually allowing the self to die. The holy spirit will not share space with you. It’s either you or God. We are warned just how narrow that path really is and how few will walk it. Does grace exist? Absolutely, but only to those who are true on that path. The pool of grace should be imagined more as small pond we dip in while we are in transformation. It shouldn’t be imagined as the largest sea in the universe, but that’s what we have made it. By making that revolutionary act we are saving the world…we are creating order…as Jesus did for us, we do for His. It isn’t about personal salvation. It never was. If the cross was about one man it would have all ended right there with the death of a prophet. We are saved so that we might save many.

Evangelistic urgency is required. There isn’t a moment to waste. Are you capable of transformation? I swam in that giant sea of grace for the longest time, but I noticed all I was getting from it was pruny skin. I was still so thirsty. I shed tears for the longest time and asked to be shown the way. I’ve been in a very painful transformation ever since. Dying isn’t easy, y’all. The remains of me are still fighting making it so much harder than it needs to be. Maybe some others go easier…but for me…it hurts a great deal giving up this world. It was buried into my core and ripping it out is at gut-wrenching as ripping anything from the body. But God answered my prayer and did show me the way. I’m listening…I’m biting bullets while he rips me apart to fill me back up. I want to be an evangelist of the living word. I want to be what I’m called to be. I want to make my Father pleased. Most of all…I want to learn. I want to learn everything. But I can’t until I’m complete.

So that’s my sales pitch to you to save the world. How does it sound? I don’t offer you personal joy, glory, riches, peace or anything of the sort. I offer you deep, agonizing pain and a lot of tears. Join me?

Gary Abernathy

The Malignant Tumor of ISIS

9 Feb


I paced around my living room, then my kitchen, then my dining room, and then I sat. I ate dinner with my family still with it swarming through my mind. I paced my upstairs, and I paced my office. I lay flat on my futon still trying to find the words. They never came. There is no adjective that has been invented that adequately describes what ISIS/ISIL is doing to human beings in Syria and Iraq.  There is no prayer that I feel sufficient enough to send them other than begging for God’s intervention.

I’m certain this is the most difficult piece I’ve ever tried to put down in a coherent and effective way. My inner wrath wants to unload in this forum with such biting force, that I leave nothing but scorched land as far as the eye can roam. My soul wants to grab all of the woman and children and huddle them under my protection as I watch those men burn one by one. My intelligence wants to break the reason why the world is mostly sitting back and letting it happen. My curiosity wants to figure out the end game, as the world comes unraveled in all corners as if guided by a knowing hand with a specific plan in mind. I know there is master plan. I’ve written of it continuously these last many years, but I do not know what the end of it looks like for certain. I do not know if they are in control of this, or if ISIS is the result of it spiraling massively out of control. ISIS is a symptom. The world is gravely ill, and ISIS represents the visible malignant tumor of the cancer that ravages below the surface. ISIS is representative of the red horse unleashed. My soul cries. My faith yearns for instruction. But the right words…I chase them around in a blur unable to grasp or see them. There are none.

So I’ll provide a glimpse of the words written by the few witnesses to it all that managed to live long enough to speak them. The United Nations issued an extremely detailed report in November of last year, 2014, titled, “Rule of Terror: Living Under ISIS in Syria.” Their title is nowhere near sufficient either. There are no words, and there is no writer on earth that will find them. They must be sent down to us. Throughout the report, dozens and dozens of times, it is spelled out in horror that ISIS is guilty of the most heinous of war crimes and violations of human rights. Not since NAZI Germany has the world seen anything remotely like what they are doing, and they are making the SS look tolerant. If ever there were a justification to engage in war, ISIS has provided it in spades, yet the world is responding only in a bomb here and bomb there, as these men run amok in Iraq and Syria like horned cockroaches sent straight from Hades. To show indifference to this event as a fellow human being, is…well…this is where I have to lockdown my desire to scorch the earth. I have to seek Christ. I have to hang my head and pray. I have to wipe my tears away and do what He needs from me. I have to seek love. God demands this…not requests…and we won’t and don’t understand the reasons why. So I’ll report to you what the UN reported, because I know that 99.9% of people aren’t going to see or read it. I’ll keep as much of my wrath away as I can stand to keep within.

Here are my notes…

–  “The failure to find a political solution or any other alternative to stop the violence in Syria and to relieve the population’s suffering, left a dangerous vacuum that was filled by radicals and their foreign backers.” Question not answered: Who are these foreign backers?

– “Charity organizations and wealthy individuals funded radical entities willing to promote their ideologies and serve their agendas.” Question not answered: Which charities and what individuals? What ideology and what agenda?

 Arms and support provided to armed groups deemed as moderate have repeatedly fallen into the hands of more radical actors, including ISIS.” Note: President Obama and Sen. McCain have both strongly encouraged and authorized training and arming the so-called moderates. It’s not working. 

 – The leader of ISIS is, Abu Bakr Al-Baghdadi, and he holds absolute power within the group. Note: Why has our media not singled him out as they have done so effectively in every other case of conflict in our history? He has total power. He’s the head of the snake. Why is he being sheltered?

– “ISIS has engaged in the systematic destruction of Christian churches, as well as Kurdish and Shi’a mosques.”

– “ISIS has beheaded, shot and stoned men, women and children in public spaces in towns and villages across northeastern Syria.” Note: Read again and again until it sinks in.

– “Many reports of ISIS hanging children on crosses.” Note: Read again and again until it sinks in.

– “Witnesses saw scenes of still-bleeding bodies hanging from crosses and of heads placed on spikes along park railings.” Note: Read again and again until it sinks in.

– “The brutal attacks, torturing, kidnappings and murders of many journalists have largely been ignored by mass media.” Note: Why? Why is the media burying what is happening to so many of their kind? Who is making that call?

– “ISIS is guilty of brutal subjugation of women.”

– “Stoning women to death – The women were made to stand, while veiled with their hands bound to their sides, in a shallow grave, while men hurled large rocks at their heads until they collapsed and eventually died.” NOTE: Read again and again until it sinks in.

– “Females are being abducted and taken to Syria and sold as war booty in markets They are held in ISIS rest houses and are raped by ISIS fighters returning from battle.” NOTE: Read again and again until it sinks in.

– “Raping and intentional forced child bearing of infidels in adherence to signs of the Apocalypse and their ideology, to affect ethnic and religious compositions.” Note: Same

 “Young women of puberty age being sold or married off to avoid ISIS wrath.” Note: Same

– “Forcing children as young as 13 and 14 to serve as fighters.” Note: Same

– “Using children to execute other children to perpetuate long-term loyalty, adherence to their ideology, and to learn to see violence as a way of life.” Note: Same

– “Forcing the worldview of ISIS into the minds of 14-16 year old Kurdish boys by screening propaganda of mass executions and desensitizing them to extreme violence.” Note: Same

– “Many heads hanging on walls, and mass executions and mass graves in many towns and villages.” Note: Same

– “Systematic killing of children belonging to religious and ethnic minorities by the so-called ISIL, including several cases of mass executions of boys, as well of reports of beheading, crucifixion of children, and burying children alive. Note: This is genocide. Children…innocent children…buried alive. Buried alive. Buried alive.

Those are the notes I took before I had to stop. I couldn’t take anymore of it. There is far more in the report. My request as this article travels all over the world via the internet, is that you will join me in prayer. That we will tame our human wrath and thirst for revenge, and plead instead for God’s justice and instruction on how to stop this. That God will spare these women and children from further atrocity. That we, as the creation of God, will interject our souls on the behalf of these Iraqi and Syrian people suffering so greatly, and stand down Satan’s own army by the providence of God. I make this request with tears flowing down my cheeks. Please. God.

Gary Abernathy

Growing up Carolina

7 Feb


This is a nostalgic look back triggered by the comments of my daughter here on a run-of-the-mill 21st century Saturday afternoon in the state of Florida. I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Charlotte, NC on July 14th, 1966. I remained entrenched there, forgiving my occasional attempts to peek over the hills, until May of 2003. That’s when fate decided I needed to be the one Abernathy in my clan that went and buried roots in another slab of ground that wasn’t made of red clay. Fate sent me to the sandy, shallow soil of the west coast of Florida. But I’m a North Carolinian.  A real one.

Andy Griffith, THE iconic representative image of the state of NC once said…

“I want to say just a few words about North Carolina – my home state – possibly the finest state in this entire union. We got industry of all kinds – pretty country, raise corn, cotton, tobacco, peaches, peanuts, all like that. Got colleges all over the state – fine quality, pretty girls, and run off the finest white lightning made anywhere.”

Children that were raised in North Carolina my age and before, keep that inside them at least for as long as we are here on earth. I have good reason to think it goes to the afterlife too, and nobody with exception of possibly Jesse Helms, that was from NC goes to hell. God deems it so. That’s why He made the sky Carolina blue. We seriously learned that like the 2nd or 3rd thing we were taught. Sit up, walk…God loves North Carolina more than the others…now you can speak. North Carolina in the 70’s and 80’s was a magical place to be a child. I can’t speak to what it’s like now, because I’m not there, and it sure looks a lot different when I come home. But I can speak from the authority of the highest about what it was like then. I have a badge and everything that says so.

I’ve never written a nostalgic piece on here. I’m a watchman…I write about what I see and I warn. I’m a man of God. I write about what I see and I warn. Reading my blog is not usually a happy experience, but it’s an honest experience, and I do the best I can. But this is my blog…and when I titled it the way I did, which was borrowed from a favorite line in an Old 97’s song, I intended this place to be just somewhere I wrote things just like this – Pleasant, detailed stories of well-lived life. So hey, we might as well have an entry like that. This site has reached over 100 nations across the planet. I feel kind of bad that I’ve spread a lot of negative thoughts that far and wide. God forgave my sins as far as the east is from the west, and sometimes I feel like I’ve spread gloom just as far. This world is seriously messed up. But not today.

So earlier this afternoon as my bride served lunch, I switched our old giant television over to the Duke basketball game on ESPN. My eldest daughter, the artistically talented one with the quick mouth, said, “You never cared one thing about basketball until a few years ago, and now the last two seasons you suddenly care.” My mouth agape at just how little she understands about me and my past, I mustered up the best reply I could think of at such a blasphemous charge – “This is the sounds of my childhood.” I explained to her that when I was a boy ACC basketball was everything in the state of North Carolina. “When I go back there, I never hear one single person talk about basketball. North Carolina doesn’t care about basketball,” the blonde daughter chirps. She was born there too mind you…at CMC Hospital in the year of 1998. Both my daughters were. The youngest in 2001 just after the attacks of September 11th. A day that I had to evacuate my 7th month pregnant wife from the largest building in both the Carolinas. So much history. My wife, from Kentucky and a huge Big Blue fan, and I were shocked at her basketball statement. Have we taught her nothing at all? North Carolina doesn’t care about basketball? That’s like saying Kentucky basketball means nothing in the Bluegrass State. It’s kooky talk is what it is.

So it all made me nostalgic. A simpler time and place where things made sense to us growing up in it. Despite the specter of the USSR nuking us to smithereens, we never felt America was in danger. Just to have for historical record for people like my daughter, I thought I should put the pen to paper (or finger to key) and provide a list of memories from a much different world than today – North Carolina in the 4th quarter of the 20th century.

– Young childhood was spent mostly outside. Everything happened outside. Lightning bugs were plentiful and begging to be put in a jar. Friends were always ready to play any kind of game there was, and imagination was such that we could make up new ones at ease. There was nothing but homework or chores to keep us inside, so we went out…as soon as they other two things were completed. If you were a boy, your chores were probably outside anyway. Mine all revolved around yard maintenance. To this day, they still do. Though I hated it with a deep passion back then, living in the scorching heat of central Florida now, I would give anything to go back and rake all those beautiful Autumn leaves that fell from the over 100 trees in my yard. One of my fondest memories is the time my dad and brother were all out raking leaves one Saturday afternoon, and my oldest brother, whom my oldest daughter takes a lot from, smarted off to my dad about something. It was a last straw kind of thing. I was holding the trash bag for my dad and my brother was about 15 ft. away. Suddenly the rake that was previously in the grip of my dad was falling in slow motion to the ground, as his body leapt forward like a Carolina mountain cougar, and he was off to end the mouthing of said brother. Watching him try to catch my athletic and quick sibling was quite a sight. I’m still glad to this day he didn’t. There was a lot of anger present. That’s not a good time for a dad to catch a rebellious child. I just kept raking leaves and putting them in the bag, but inside I was cracking up.

Childhood in North Carolina for a boy mostly meant 2 things…being in the woods or playing sports. I did a lot of both. I spent so many hours in the massive natural woods of my Grandparents property, that I might as well have built a permanent home. There was a big creek filled with everything a boy could possibly want to keep his brain engaged, and I had never heard of a video game or anything electronic that wasn’t a television or radio. When I think about being at my grandparents I think of the following things – Those amazing woods, sweet tea, the best green beans in the history of all mankind, food…like so much food, Sanford and Son and All in the Family (Grandpa Fred’s favorites and he had great taste in the funny stuff), Lawrence Welk (oh how much suffering there was watching that bubble blowing Welk), and happy family everywhere. My parents, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins, my grandparents, and the various friends and family that would drop in. Their house was the center of the universe as far as I was concerned. It was Jerusalem for the Abernathy’s. My early childhood couldn’t have possibly been better. It was as good as going to the lunch counter of Eckerd’s Drugstore in uptown Charlotte, or Morrison’s Cafeteria, and anybody that was anyone back then…knows those 2 things were real tough to beat.

– Basketball, and other not-as-important sports. North Carolina Tarheels, North Carolina State Wolfpack, Duke Blue Devils and Wake Forest Demon Deacons. Tobacco Road. The heart of all of college basketball. You picked a team. There was no choosing from out-of-state. You picked one of those four teams, and you followed them like Jesus on His way to his date with Pilate. I’m sure there had to be boys that didn’t care, but I never met one, and I wouldn’t have socialized with them if I did. You picked a team and you followed them. Period. I was a North Carolina State Wolfpack fan because my brother told me I was. Seemed ok with me. I hated the North Carolina Tarheels because my brother told me I did. Seemed ok with me. Why make things complicated? We also had a college in Charlotte called UNCC, and in 1977 they pulled off a miracle and ran all the way to Final Four in Atlanta to eventually lose to Marquette University in the last second. Waiting in the championship round was the hated North Carolina Tarheels. My brother and I followed every game of that season. During the conference tournament, my friend Jeff Taylor and I got our programs autographed by every single player, including the famous, Cornbread Maxwell. We beat New Orleans to win the Sunbelt Conference title and make it to the NCAA big dance. It was such a thrill ride, that after every road win, a good portion of the city of Charlotte would show up at our then tiny airport to greet the team back home. We knocked off mighty Syracuse and number 1 Michigan on that ride. Nobody in their right mind would have predicted that. We got to the Final Four, and there was Marquette and their massive center, Jerome Whitehead. North Carolina waiting in the final. UNC vs. UNCC. It was a state of North Carolina wet dream. Euphoric. But Jerome Whitehead destroyed that dream with a turnaround jumper at the buzzer. My brother, never one for the calm stuff, slammed his fist so hard into a cabinet that the house shook. My mother cried. Chaos ensued. It was a devastating moment in our lives. But man…what a ride it was. I’ll never forget those games as long as I live.

But the big one was 1983. If you were a school kid back in those days, the entire school system came to a halt on the Friday of the ACC Basketball Tournament. That’s not an exaggeration. TV’s were rolled into every single classroom, and every school in NC started watching the noon game. That game was usually UNC (No. 1 seed) beating up Clemson (a joke). We didn’t care…school was stopped for basketball. How awesome is that? In this pansy world of today, they might do that for the World Cup, but that’s about it. It makes my past boy sad when I think how much fun kids miss now. World Cup? Are you kidding me? This was 1983 and I was a junior at East Mecklenburg High School. My Wolfpack, coached by Jim Valvano, didn’t have much of a chance that season. Our star, Dereck Whittenburg, had been injured most of the season and we had lost too many games. The consensus was that we had to win the ACC tourney to make the NCAA. That seemed highly unlikely with Michael Jordan, James Worthy and UNC standing in the way, and Ralph Sampson and No. 1 Virginia too. Our first game was against Wake Forest. We had just blown them out on the last game of the year by a gigantic margin. This time was far different, and it was a dogfight from start to finish. By the skin of their teeth, the Wolfpack escaped that game and won.

Next up was Michael Jordan before the Nike shoes, the Bulls, the endless championships, the marketing…you know…MICHAEL JORDAN. He also had a guy with him named James Worthy that would go on to star for the Los Angeles Lakers and win a bunch of rings himself. We had a crazy Italian coach from nowhere near North Carolina, and a bunch of misfits that came together at just the right time. We beat them. We beat them. WE BEAT DEAN SMITH AND ALL HIS STUPID ALL-STARS! The season could have stopped right then and I would have been pleased. I loathed Dean Smith and that smirk of his. L-O-A-T-H-E-D. It was a beautiful moment. One more game to win…the ACC Championship…against 7 ft. 4 in. National Player of the Year, Ralph Sampson, and the University of Virginia. The blue bloods of the ACC along with Duke. Nobody in NC paid much attention to Virginia honestly until that giant monster came along. They were about as much of a threat as Clemson. There was no way we were winning that game…except…we did. We chopped that giant tree down like Abe Lincoln with an axe and a head of steam. We won the ACC Championship of 1983. The NC State Wolfpack. Yes we did. We made it to the NCAA.

What would set up from that Virginia game and moving forward, was the most fun 3 weeks of my entire teen years. My friends and I had so much fun watching that NCAA Tournament that it will never be equaled in basketball to me again. One game after the next, the lowly Wolfpack pulled off upset after upset. We went wild each and every time. It was a magical ride and Jim Valvano became, Jim Valvano, to the rest of America. A star was born, and it wasn’t smirky old Dean Smith, or that young whippersnapper with the funny name at Duke. Jim Valvano became a legend in those 3 weeks. It all came down to the National Championship against the closest thing college basketball has ever seen to the Harlem Globetrotters – The 1983 Houston Cougars. Phi Slamma Jamma. Clyde Drexler. Hakeem Olajuwon. Las Vegas gave us as much chance of beating that team as a chipmunk has fighting a bear. There was no way. Except there was. With time running out and the game in chaos, Dereck Whittenburg fired up a shot just under half court that had no prayer of ever going in, but waiting under the basket for it was a nobody named, Lorenzo Charles. He grabbed the ball in midair just before the basket, and gently guided it in the basket as the clock expired. The North Carolina State Wolfpack had won the National Championship. The greatest underdog college basketball had ever seen. My whole house exploded in bedlam. Jim Valvano ran all over the court famously seeking somebody to hug. My brother and I went stark raving bananas.

That’s what college basketball means to this North Carolinian. Just remembering it now gives me shivers. I think I’ll go donate to Jimmy V’s Cancer Fund. Go watch it on YouTube. It’s there.

Other sports in North Carolina at that time? Wrasslin’, NASCAR, and watching the Braves on TBS, and all were huge, but nothing compared to King Basketball. For my sweet daughter to think I don’t care…is to not know an important part of her Daddy’s soul. Basketball, both the kind played by the greats, and the kind my friends and I endlessly played in my driveway…means the world to me. I would give anything to be that young white boy again with a enough spring to touch the rim. I couldn’t even get off the ground now. I don’t think. It would hurt. I know that. lol.

I could go on for thousands of more words here about life at that time in North Carolina. My friends, the beach, the mountains, the music, the memories…but I think I’ve made a good dent here for the sake of history. North Carolina is my home, and in North Carolina I shall be put to rest one day, as God brings me up through that Carolina Blue sky to my true home. I hope they roll out TV’s on tourney day in Heaven.


Gary Abernathy






The Rise of Antichrist

2 Feb


Control is defined as such: “To direct the behavior of (a person or animal). To cause a (person or animal) to do what you want. To have power over (something).” The entire world revolves around one thing, and that is – control. The act of controlling comes in nearly infinite forms…it comes from government and laws, it comes from religion, it comes from philosophy and ideology…it even comes from the people we share our own small worlds with intimately.

During any and all moments, something is wrestling for control over the individual (us). Anything whatsoever that attempts to use that control to guide us away from the truth (Christ), is effectively and certainly the spirit of antichrist. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. Nobody comes to the Father except through me.” That statement is our freedom from control. It leaves no room for other paths, it leaves no doubt to Christ’s importance, and it provides us the single purpose of our mortal lives – Get to the Father via the path of His son. God gives us free will to accept that or to attempt to debunk it. It’s not a controlling statement, but instead a given fact, and we are to decide if that fact is true or false. That sentence from Jesus is where every believer should constantly exist and all things measured against. Whatever it is, if it doesn’t measure up to the truth, then it is attempting to take you somewhere else…away from God.

The world and the spirit that resides in it are in a constant state of redirecting souls away from their purpose. In modern times that spirit is divided into 2 parts, one left and one right. That is the first law of control – to divide. Once divided, then comes conquer of course, and that is the stage the world (again) is currently under. The rise of antichrist. At the time of writing this, there is a great separation now taking place among the divided. A new group is being created that is singular and final in its intent. This is taking place in governments, cultures, sciences, and religions. Each have been infiltrated by the antichrist spirit, and each are being guided to the attempt of a ‘new world’ free of God and under its own “control.” Most do not see or believe this, but that doesn’t make it any less true. 1 John, 4:3 says, “And every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is the spirit of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world.” That spirit is an entity that does not rest, respects no laws, shows no dignity, and will use any and all matters of deceit to attain its goals. It is right there in plain sight for the believer to see, unless he is dabbling within it, and we were amply warned that a great many will and would.

The greatest enemy of the believer is laziness against the spirit of antichrist. Laziness to check what you’re being fed. From my own observations on social media, I see the sources of what many believers share in agreement, and having already checked those sources, know them to be of soured fruit. These same people will break down the contents of a simple orange or apple to its last biological cell, but won’t even notice that the Huffington Post is the very last place you want to get your spiritual shaping from. Unless it was spoken by Christ, the truth, we need to scrutinize each and every thing against His words and intents for us.

The immediate future for the body of Christ is getting very dark across the planet. The great separation is underway and now is the time for preparation. We will be forced under great distress to choose. Control will not be merciful with us. “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” Are you living safely within the eternal promise of Jesus Christ?

Gary Abernathy

DEFCON 1: General Mclnerney Sounds the Red Alert

26 Aug


From the United States Department of Defense, DEFCON 1 is the maximum state of readiness for the defense of the United States. The exercise term is, “Cocked Pistol,” and it means nuclear war or a massive attack on the homeland is imminent. To the public knowledge at least, America has never been in DEFCON 1. The closest point was during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962 when forces were raised to DEFCON 2 alert, the last step before nuclear war.  DEFCON 1 means all wiggle room and talking is over. Start firing…immediately.

On Saturday August 23rd, 2014 on the Fox News Channel, General Mclnerney, the network’s number 1 military analyst, dropped a bombshell of opinion and information, including calling for the United States to immediately move to DEFCON 1 alert status regarding the threat posed by the terror group, ISIS. This was broadcast live on Fox News Channel, and left the anchor host as confused and full of questions as we should be now. General Mclnerney is a highly connected and extremely experienced man, and this is why he holds the status as the top military analyst at the number one broadcaster of news in the entire world. This doesn’t come from a rank private speaking on a YouTube conspiracy channel. This was meant to be heard by the world from very serious lips.

The General, looking into the camera without as much as a hint of blinking or lack of focus on what he was saying, first revealed that coming this September 7th, 2014, a “major news network and major publisher” with be releasing information that is going to be “earth shattering” about “what happened.” When pressed for more information about this, he only says he “can’t give more details.” Then he goes on to say, “We may even see a 9-11-14, MH-370 resurface again. We should be prepared for anything.” The MH-370 refers to the Malaysian Airlines flight that mysteriously vanished earlier this year that is now presumed lost at sea. Being that this is all he said, we can only speculate as to what he means by including that in his warning, but apparently he knows something we do not.

Finally, again looking dead into the camera knowing full well what he was saying, the General declared, “We should go to DEFCON 1, the highest state of alert.”

This is all bizarre and deeply disturbing. The White House has been busy toning down the rhetoric of late last week and over the weekend, playing down the threat, while the good General here just dropped the DEFCON 1 bomb on Fox News. All we can surmise from this is…we, the citizens of the United States, are being kept unaware of potentially dire and imminent danger at our doorstep. Unless the General has gone batcrap crazy and has no idea what he’s talking about, which is not the case in the least, then we have not only the potential of an imminent attack, but it seems likely that our own government is fractured and warring amongst itself on how to deal with it. Add to that the vague references to an upcoming bombshell that will be “earth shattering,” and the possibility that MH-370 is still out there.

Folks…strap in. When a man like General Mclnerney calls for DEFCON 1 on national tv…it ain’t no joke.

Gary Wayne Abernathy





The Power of Suggestion

19 May


My pastor recently made the statement that Satan has but only one lie he uses, and he uses it over and over again…”Jesus is not that big a deal.” This is true. So what is the mechanism to which that lie is perpetuated? The power of suggestion. It is the first lesson the Bible teaches us. God provided paradise, and the serpent, via power of suggestion, convinces Eve that she too can be as God if she disobeys the only rule God had given. After that…well to quote Joni Mitchell, “They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.” And thus began the never-ending battle for the souls of man using this simple mechanism over and over and over.

However, most reading this don’t believe that actually happened. Even those that profess to believe the book is God’s word, don’t actually take most of what’s in it literally. This story was a metaphor, as was Noah and the flood, and so forth and so on. The power of suggestion over thousands of years has never been able to kill the Bible (by an overwhelming majority, the Bible is the most sold book in human history, with at least over 6 billion copies sold, and who knows how many given for free), but it has soured its message to a great many. “Quotations from Chairman Mao,” is the best-selling secular non-fiction book, and we see its influence very much in American society today, with just under a billion copies sold.

So, how does Satan, if you even believe in such a being (which many that follow Christ do not now), whisper in our ears with suggestion in the modern world? To imagine Satan being here to answer that question in interview form, I’ll supply his answer: “Well, business is better than ever, Gary. Starting with the Industrial Revolution and moving into the technology explosion of this century, I have more ways than I could ever dream of leading you mutts right back home with me. It’s really not even fair. Have you heard of Edward Bernays?” Yes, Satan, I have, but most in America have not, which fascinates me to no end. More than any other mind in the 20th century, Edward Bernays shaped this world we now live in. It’s almost as if YOU, Satan, WERE Edward Bernays. Were you? “I’m sorry, but I can’t give away trade secrets…you know that” (Satan winks as he speaks). In fact, the case can very easily be made, that the biggest mass murderer of the 20th Century was not Hitler, Stalin or Mao. It was Edward Bernays. We can attribute just 2 facts to him to make the numbers explode far beyond his competition. 1. The nephew of Freud, Edward Bernays, tapped into the psychology of what he described as the human “herd mentality.” We often call this “being a sheep” in today’s world. Using that, he was hired by cigarette manufacturers in the 1920’s to open an enormous market to them that was closed because of social taboo: Women being allowed to smoke in public. Using models in the New York City 1929 Easter Parade, he had them holding lit Lucky Strikes he called, “Torches of Freedom,” and the rest of America’s smoking habit is history. For he discovered how to make something hideous look “cool.” If we pin the tens of millions of deaths related to cigarette smoking since that time to Bernays, his numbers skyrocket. In a bit of not-so-successful irony, the administration of George W. Bush tried to play off this event in the early 2000’s after a dispute with France, by renaming our famous fried potatoes, “Freedom Fries”…It didn’t have the same effect, but the sales of fries certainly didn’t drop. 2. The Nazi Propaganda machine, particularly Joseph Goebbels, was so enamored with the work of Edward Bernays, that Goebbels based his entire propaganda effort against the Jews using the psychological tricks of Edward Bernays. In a very short amount of time, Goebbels and Hitler were able to turn an entire race of people into being so reviled by the population, that the result was 6 million dead in under a decade. 6 million humans shot, starved, burned, gassed, used as human experiments…man, woman, and child…and the German people never blinked an eye. People lived next door to concentration camps and could smell the flesh burning, but none stood to oppose. Edward Bernays had Satan dwelling within him, I’m certain.

Are we still being led by the nose to destruction by the power of suggestion in 2014? Does the Pope wear a funny hat? Look around…it’s incredible to witness with clear eyes. All logic, all commonsense, and all basic sense of survival instincts, turned on their head, and the people clamor for more, more, more. If we focus on just the last 2 President’s of the United States and their actions, it is clear to see that the “herd mentality” psychology of Bernays is as strong as ever. Bush for instance, sold a major war in Iraq to the American people simply by using a simple and vague lie (weapons of mass destruction) and fear, coming off the 9-11 Terror Attacks. He convinced most of us, including me, that we MUST invade Iraq instantly. Thousands of our soldiers dead later, and millions of innocent Iraqi’s dead, what was gained? Hundreds of billions of dollars for contractors is what was gained, and a lot of things less clear and dangerous to discuss openly. This same man would then go on to be at the helm of the greatest financial heist in human history – The robbing of the US Treasury by Wall Street. President Bush, with incredible gall stated, “We must abandon the free market to SAVE the free market,” and then he opened it up…and they took it all. And now…we just print…endlessly print…to keep the lie alive for as long as possible. When they can no longer print – we are done. We allowed this by power of suggestion. There was no rebellion in the streets. Not a single person ever went to jail. We abandoned the free market to save it. Classic Bernays. As for President Obama? The list of offenses is so long I don’t think I could ever stop writing them. All we have to do is look at how he gained the election in the first place. That was all Bernays theory. How he got elected a SECOND time? I don’t even know if Bernays could have pulled that off. Satan clearly at work once again.

Well how about more simple examples of how power of suggestion works, Gary? Ok…how about the case of Miley Cyrus. We have a young tv star with a golden image and beloved by an entire generation of children as the character, “Hannah Montana.” She’s grown past that window, so how do we break that iconic image so drastically, that we kill it forever, while at the same time, creating an entirely new iconic creature, to which millions of more dollars can be taken from the American public using? We shock the ever-loving’ hell out of the people by having her come out on a stage practically naked, prance around demonically, and gyrate her young ass all over the privates of a grown man in his 30’s who is married (that marriage has since ended after said debacle). The result was outrage all the way to the Heavens, BUT, Hannah was killed in an instant, and a global mega-moneymaking-superstar was born. We don’t think about Hannah anymore, but what man, woman or child over 7 years old doesn’t know what “twerking” is now? Power of suggestion. I mean seriously, Satan, did you pat yourself on the back on that one? It was a masterpiece: (The horned one chuckles)…”Well, yes, I did have a little party that evening. It was one of the my finest pieces of work so far this century. But don’t think I’m resting on my laurels…there is LOTS more to come very soon. That was just a tidbit of a taste. Just wait. You just wait.”

The power of suggestion. You know what was NOT a suggestion? The 10 Commandments. But we shouldn’t take that literally, right?

Gary Abernathy

One Man, One Blog, One War

13 Apr

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My wife said to me earlier today, “I travel all over the country and meet hundreds of people from all walks of life. In all of those people, only you and one other person I know talk about the things you talk about.” My response? I pointed at the television and said, “because that thing doesn’t tell them.”

Honestly, it’s a lonely and sometimes very sad place I find myself in. Praise be to God that He for one made me so stubborn that I have a very hard time quitting things, and two, he instilled in me a default mode of being very silly by nature. Goofy even. Those things balance this extremely serious and impossible-to-win war my life somehow led me into.

It was never my childhood dream to grow up to be a ghost writer, or to write such things as this blog that quite often get me into lots of trouble, or at the least, a lot of scorn. I never even considered it to be a possibility. However, I’m very good at it and God keeps pushing me deeper and deeper into his ongoing spiritual war. He gave me vision to see larger pictures that most don’t see. I tell you now, I wish I didn’t see them either. There are times I feel like I can’t learn anymore. I can’t put one more thing inside of me that I have to carry around that nobody else either sees, or cares about. But somehow, God always finds a way for me to make more room and to vent the steam from my overheating pot.

In just a little over one year, people from 97 different nations have viewed this blog from one man in the United States. That stat amazes me. God is amazing. Even if there was only 1 reader from 1 country, I still take it as my sacred duty to write as honestly as I can, and to provide valid facts when I state them, or make sure you know it is my opinion and my vision when I don’t have facts. This blog has never once made me more popular with anyone, but it sure is being seen. Once again, God is amazing.

So with that said, I continue to ask myself “why are you doing this to yourself man?” “Why are you letting this world tear your heart apart piece by piece?” That voice from the other side is always at me in my ear whispering “nobody cares you damn fool. They are laughing at you.” It all boils down to my children. If you were a parent in pre-Nazi Germany and you saw what was being built, wouldn’t you try to stop it? If you were in the camp of Vladimir Lenin and knew what was really going to happen after the “people’s revolution” (the slaughter of millions upon millions of their fellow citizens) wouldn’t you try to stop it if God was in your heart? Well, I see what is being built in this nation. I am not sure exactly what to label it or how it will exactly operate, but I know for absolute certain that the very core of it is as evil as anything ever unleashed on this world. There is going to be misery like mankind has never seen before. Our nation sold its soul to Lucifer and Lucifer is building his empire. I don’t mean that in a prophecy way, though it certainly could wind up being just that, but in the sense that our nation has allowed its goodness to be extinguished, and now we are left to face the darkness that is our new master. Greed. Lust. Perversion. Sloth. Wrath. Pride. Jealousy. Envy. That is what our culture has been fed to ingest, and now we are spitting it back out as if they are good. Listen to any popular music lately? Watched a movie? A tv show? What are you being taught more times than not? One or more of the things on the list I just gave. We don’t stand a chance, and I know that I don’t stand a chance as one little man fighting a beast so large that it engulfs the entire planet. But I imagine Noah felt pretty stupid too. I imagine Moses thought he had gone absolutely insane. Heck, if Paul Revere made his ride in 2013, the punks on the corner would shoot him off his horse with their .9 and laugh. Still, when God gives a person something to do, what else are we supposed to say? Are you prepared to argue with the wishes of God? I’ve tried that. Never ends well.

When I look at my children and into their future, I become very protective. I have raised them to be independent thinkers, to be joyful, to be intelligent, to be compassionate, to be loving, and to have 100% self-respect. Everything that the culture of this nation is now trying to rid them of. This culture wants only to breed drones that will do as they are told. Vote as they are told. Stand down as they are told. I’m not interested in that kind of society. Maybe some don’t mind. I guess just like some men are more at home in a prison than they ever were in society. They just need to be taken care of and told what to do and think. For sure, those who stand in the upper layer that benefit from this, love the new America. They exploit, plot, experiment and toy with us every single day. With the weapon of psychiatric techniques perfected by monsters such as Edward Bernays, and taken to masterful art forms by the devils of Madison Ave and across the nation, they manipulate every aspect of life. Well God gave me the vision to see what they do. How they do it. Even somewhat of an immunity to it, though I still do fall victim just as everyone else. I can’t begin to tell you the money I have pissed away over the years on crap I can’t even remember now. That’s just sick.

I fight this battle alone, but there are thousands more like me. We connect, but we still fight alone. For now at least, that is the way God wants it. I’m not a perfect man by any stretch of the imagination. I’m as big a sinner as the next guy. But my faith, my heart, and my overwhelming gratitude for the blood of Jesus, compel me to keep fighting on for Him. His kingdom will be forthcoming. King of Kings. World Without End. I intend to live quite happily there, and I will never write a single thing other than joyful happy thoughts, if I write at all. For today…I keep on fighting.

Gary Abernathy

The Battle for America

11 Apr


President Barack Obama said “we will fundamentally transform America.” Vice-President Joe Biden said just days ago that a New World Order where “China and Mongolia must prosper” must be formed. The smily VP failed to mention anything about the nation he is sworn by oath to serve prospering. Instead, he implied that we as a nation must be brought down so that others come up. There is not a single aspect of American culture and life that is not under immense attack in the year 2013. A great change is taking place, but where does this change take us? What needed to be changed? Plenty is wrong with our nation that needs fundamentally changed, but the system of government and the culture are not on that list. What needs changing is the same battle that was fought to begin with, which was the overthrow of tyrannical rule over America. This time by mega-sized global corporations, the world’s banking cartels and the vastly corrupted politically elite class that does their bidding. My fellow citizens, you think we are fighting Barack Obama? You think we are fighting George Bush? Dick Cheney? Liberalism? Conservatives? No, you are fighting something far greater, far more sinister, and it is a foe that leaves no “winners” in America, no matter what side you think you are on. Some think that if they kill off gay marriage the nation will be saved. Others think that if we rid ourselves of God in our culture we can progress forward. Still more think that if that ol evil whitey and his Christian white families are destroyed there will be real freedom for all. There is no end to the battles being fought among ourselves, by design mind you, while the real battle goes forward nearly completely unimpeded. We are losing and almost finished. In historical terms, we are in Valley Forge right now. The winter’s cold is killing off what is left of us and our will to fight nearly extinguished. The path to victory requires a great bravery, not of one man such as George Washington crossing the Delaware, but of a mass of Washington’s this time. Are there enough still with eyes remaining to see and ears to hear? Just what exactly are we fighting for anyway? What the hell is America?

To answer that correctly would require a series of lengthy books. I have a blog and need to keep it reasonably short enough so that my attention-span deprived reader might hang in there with me. That is not an insult to any reader, for I include myself in the same boat, because we have been trained to not be able to pay attention to anything of substance for any serious period of time. Yet, I will try to point out what we should fight for in a brief explanation.

From the very start America has been a contradiction between strong-willed, rugged individual freedom vs. corrupting greed manifested into controlling tyrannical power. Most of us, left, right and center, consider ourselves on the side of the good guys. The word freedom is claimed by all. We are all wrong. The left and the right are both controlled by the same people, and the center is where we all go looking for something that remotely makes sense. That is where we find the lies we are sold in order to keep up our delusion that we are indeed on the side of the good guys. Once the lie is purchased with our belief, either extreme goes about doing what they were going to do anyway for whichever particular purpose required in that case, and we move just that much closer to defeat. So, exactly who is pulling these puppet strings? Who has been pulling America’s strings from the beginning? What was it that we shook off to create such a place despite the odds against it? For throughout human history, man has never been free to rule himself. Except here in America. Do you actually believe the remaining power brokers in the world like/liked that about us? That their own people saw the shining city on the hill and flocked to it risking everything to get here? No, they didn’t/don’t and have been subverting the process for as long as we have been trying to build it.

When John Smith settled Jamestown the first rule was “he that will not work shall not eat.” That was America. We are all in this together. We are not going to be weak, we are not going to shrivel up in fear, and we are not going to pull the weight of those that refuse to share equally in the burden. Those who want to settle here and work in common purpose, we share equally in the bounty. If you want to take without giving, if you want to place yourself above the cause, you are not welcome and will die here. In many ways, it was the ultimate COLLECTIVE mindset, only in reverse of what Marxism and communism degraded it to. What we saw in the 20th century and today is a bastard version of the collective spirit those first settlers came with. Today we are taught that we should be weak, we should be fearful and that the burden belongs to our masters who will take it for us. Sit back, be ignorant, and die quietly. The bounty to be shared among a few deemed worthy by a few. This is the direction we are being pulled.

So who founded America? Who is to blame for all the evil we are told America wrought? Europe. Specifically England, France and Spain. When a proud American speaks of their country fondly, what is the first argument used to refute their admiration? Slavery. Who brought slavery? Who benefitted? Europe. Who threw it away in less than 100 years once the tyranny of Europe was defeated? America. That is not taught in history classes in America anymore. It was the rich, white and evil American founders that created slavery. Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Madison and Franklin. Evil men. Evil intentions. That is the greatest lie sold by the enemies of America. It was the Europeans that ruthlessly gathered up human beings on the African coast and shipped them across the Atlantic to the Americas. It was the Europeans that set up the triangular slave trade routes, and it was the Europeans that reaped all the benefits. The Europeans in the “new world” of the northeast colonies and the Europeans in England. The south? The south was where the fertile farmland was, the people kept ignorant and the slaves owned by few, who not only ruled over their plantations but over the surrounding population as well. They sent the criminals and dregs of society to the south when the colonies were being formed. Why? Because they could be controlled easier by the intellectual elite of the northern colonies. Georgia and the Carolinas were where these bodies were sent to settle. My own family draws its heritage from two brothers that were captured poaching on royal land in England. A crime normally punishable by death. Yet, needing volunteers to settle the colonies, they were given the option to take their families to Carolina. Obviously, they chose the latter option. Slavery was a thousands year old tool of commerce to the Europeans and never was an American ideal.


What did the settlers want? What is at the heart of why we fought a revolution for independence? They just wanted a chance to live a life free from the shackles of imposed unfair rule from European monarchies. A chance to live life the way they thought was best, and to benefit based on their own merits and work ethic. Many came for religious freedom to worship God in their own ways. Many came because they had no other choice in life. Some came for adventure and some came for opportunity. The evils that followed from Europe were imported and once independence was gained, the people of the colonies put together the most brilliant documents in the history of mankind to make SURE that those evils would have nowhere to flourish in this new nation. The Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. The only way America could ever lose herself would be if the people themselves decided it to be so. The “battle” for America ever since has been to get her to do just that.

The 1800’s, America’s first full century, were when America began to create her own triumphs and own evils. Freedom and mass prosperity vs. greed and consolidated power. All of these battles, whether it be slavery, westward expansion, the war against Native Americans, or the consolidation of financial power that raged into the next century, shaped the future that we live in now. The good guys, the American spirit of personal freedom to rule over himself with rights given to us by a non-specific God, and not some cabal of powerful men, slowly but surely have been losing over the decades. In the year 2013, we are so deflated from that original, wonderful spirit, we deemed the 21st century the “Chinese Century” and our leaders tell us that we must help them prosper. America is once again headed back to colonialism. Europe wants her share back, China wants our resources, and the rest of the world just wants us out-of-the-way so they can terrorize their people the way they always have, with nowhere for them left to run to. We are being broken down. We are told our documents were evil and for the benefit of the rich white man. We are told we must give them up and we must obey. In other words, we are right back to square one.

So who are you? It doesn’t matter if you are a Christian, an atheist, a Jew, a communist, a socialist, a witch, a homosexual or a Muslim. If you are here in America to be free to be just those things and millions more, without imposing them by force unto the others, and if you are here to pull your own weight and reap your own benefits, then you are an American. Give me liberty or give me death. That is America. We need laws. We need rules. They can be adjusted and formed over the years, and cultural changes that cause abuses can be corrected, but the one thing we can simply never allow…is for our “precious documents” to be degraded and shred. That is the end game. We must recognize the threat and we must engage in this war that so far has been one-sided and devastating. All of us should own a flag that says “don’t tread on me” and not just one singled-out segment of the population. For if you are an American, that should be the first damn thing out of your mouth.

We can create a society and a community that is as close to heaven on earth as humans can come, but first we must recognize who we are. We must own up to what we have done, or allowed done, and we must condemn those responsible. The greatest “sleeping giant” in world history is the American people. The greatest fear to the tiny elite of the world? If God forbid that sleeping giant ever wakes up. Wake up. Today.

Gary Abernathy