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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 Donkey, the Cross and the White Horse

27 Mar

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Sweat beads on the forehead of the Son of Man. The small donkey feels a rush of anxiety as the throngs come into view, but Jesus calms him with a gentle stroke of his side. With just a slight movement of his body forward he instructs the animal to take him to his destiny. Palm Sunday. Outside the gate to the holiest of all cities, Jerusalem, the crowds have gathered to finally get a glimpse of the man they’ve heard so much chatter of. The rock star of his era. The one who raises the dead, heals the blind and sick, and turns the wicked to the pure. Jesus the man feels what all humans would feel at the center of that type of hysteria…butterflies…deep in the pit of his gut. Still he rides forward on this donkey chosen for its symbolism – humility and peace. He comes to them as a servant…though he is a king. The King of Kings.

The early celebration has long since faded away. The people have turned. The politics are thick with conspiracy. Blood…as it always is…stands front and center at attention. The Roman is worked up in a demonic like state as his body shakes with hatred and his hand grasps the rusted spike. His lip quivers and his eyes are glossed over in the unholy stare that all killers get in the midst of their act. He’s euphoric. His mighty arm lifts high in the air and then drives down in a furious rage as the spike crushes into the bones of Christ. His hand shatters. The blood of the perfect lamb splatters the face of the Roman. His tongue licks at it rabidly…and he snorts. 3 days later the tomb is empty. The crowds have left. The Roman screams out from his sleep as his soul senses what he has done. Jesus Christ has risen. The way, the truth and the life. No man shall enter the kingdom except through him.

The people stare up in paralyzing shock. The atmosphere has parted and the portal to Heaven has opened in the sky. A great white horse appears…snorting the fierce judgment of the Lord…and the rider is called, “Faithful and True.” His eyes look to be on fire. The King of Kings has returned to Jerusalem…and a great sword comes from His mouth to strike the nations. The day of the Kingdom has come. Lord of Lords. Peace and justice eternal.

The question is do you believe? My personal urging to you is…find a church this Holy Week. Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday…Easter Sunday. Pray for God to lead you to where and just go. Take a leap of faith.

God Bless You,

Gary Abernathy

Evangelistic Urgency

22 Feb

Evangelism

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

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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.

http://www.unric.org/en/latest-un-buzz/29524-isis-rule-of-terror-in-syria

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

A Message from God to the Faithful

7 Oct

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On this night of October 7th, 2014…

Proverbs 24:20 – For the evil man has no future; the lamp of the wicked will be put out.

Proverbs 24:14 – Know that wisdom is such to your soul; if you find it, there will be a future, and your hope will not be cut off.

Jeremiah 29:11 – For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and hope.

1 Corinthians 15:19 – If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.

2 Corinthians 4:16-18 – So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Romans 5: 2-5 – Through him we have also attained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

Romans 12:12 – Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

John 4: 13-14 – Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

God’s Word for God’s People. Believe it, and Live.

 

 

The Power of Suggestion

19 May

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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. http://home.comcast.net/~antaylor1/bestsellingbooks.html

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

Empire of Dirt

17 Mar

Empire of Dirt

A few weeks ago someone who I thought the world of succumbed to darkness and took his own life. The aftermath of this act has left a wide, dark hole in place of the near saintly existence that once stood in the same place. Naturally, this leaves only the question of “why?” In my case, I knew him for about 4 years. I worked as a freelance writer for him and enjoyed the experience immensely. We had a professional relationship, but given the subject matter we were writing it led to great conversation back and forth making sure we got it right. I don’t know how he felt, especially now, but I respected him about as much as anyone I have ever come in contact with. His opinion mattered to me.

This was not a man anyone could have guessed this was coming. Far from it. He was the polar opposite of any type of suicide watch stereotype one could fathom up. In short, he was the very ideal of a man any parent would be proud to give his daughter away to. Left behind is a beautiful young widow and three precious young children. Any logical explanation will not be forthcoming to why this occurred. The only thing that came before his devotion to his family and work was his seemingly unshakeable faith in his savior, Jesus Christ. Trust me when I say that I am not blowing smoke up your backside…this guy was cream of the crop. Just a few months ago during a Facebook exchange with him, he jokingly asked if  he could “borrow my cape?” To me, that was a mind-blowing remark. My faults and shortcomings are pretty much out there for the world to absorb. There will be no sainthood for me. I’m ok with that because I live my life in that way. Thanks be to God that by His Son my sins are washed clean and I humbly accept the gift of salvation provided me. That said, it was he who wore the cape. Superman if there ever were one. Even though joking, he meant it when he said that to me and at the time I took it as one of the many nice things he said to me over the years. I now look back at it in a different light. One of the very few clues left to scour over as to what was lurking in his mind and heart that he kept so well tucked away. In that moment, I immediately thought of a favorite song of mine by the musical artist Bobby Bare Jr. I made a quick YouTube vid for him and posted it on his wall to his great appreciation. This is that song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn_8MTyah8I

During the years we worked together I saved all the emails we exchanged because I never knew when I would need to go back to them for something I may have missed. I never thought in a million years what I was missing was an inner darkness embedded so deep it would wind up in a tragedy such as this. I spent about six hours researching those old emails. It was like having a conversation with him all over again. There were great quips such as this one in reference to an article I was writing about balancing work and family in which he stated, “I have my Blackberry and 5 month old son in a Baby Bjorn carrying him, so I literally am balancing work and family.” Or just his sense of humor when he told me “actually, I cashed your paycheck and am spending the day at the Hard Rock Hotel” There were slightly insightful jokes such as this regarding a quiz I wrote for the website to determine if you are a romantic husband that read…”Accepted! Thanks for making me feel like a bum!”

I am not a guy used to a great deal of praise, but he showered me in it on a regular basis, and I have to admit, I liked that a lot. I am a highly self-critical person so it was nice to get validation from a person I held in such high regard. He would say things to me like “Gary, this is one of my favorites. You have outdone yourself.” “Loved, loved, loved it!!!” “Accepted with a smile on my face. Thank you!” “Man, you are getting better and better. Another outstanding one. Thank you!” “Thanks for being a great content guru.” It goes on and on. Even now it makes me bask in the glow of how nice it felt to read. I do not in any way post these as boastful, but merely to show the type of person he was. My personal favorite was a comment after approving one of the last things I wrote for him just weeks before he died where I had boldly stated that he was not allowed to edit out a reference I made to the Warner Brothers character Marvin the Martian. “Accepted! And yes, I left Marvin the Martian in!” Normally, he did not like me taking liberties like that because it was serious business, and over the years he edited out all kinds of things I would slip in. It meant a lot to me that he allowed me that.

However, inside all of the positive exchanges and laughs we shared, I found an email from 2010 that I remember well, but once again, no warning went off on my radar screen. He had sent me the video to the Johnny Cash cover of the song “Hurt” and the words read “thinking about running this along with your 10 ways to overcome a hurtful past. What do you think?” First of all, it wasn’t very often he asked me what I thought about what the content should be. That was his job and he was the best at it. I wrote what he wanted me to write. Looking back now at that moment and absorbing the lyrics to this song, I personally feel like this is the closest thing to an explanation we are ever going to get as to why he did what he did. His only words left were that he was in a dark place. If this song meant so much to him that he ran it on a site that he was almost exclusively adamant be positive and geared towards the typical male mindset, I have to believe that he related his own soul into this song. He once told me that I needed to “make all my words count, because men tend not to like to read very much.” Well if they don’t like to read very much, then they sure don’t like to come to a website for fatherly or manly advice and have this big matza ball of doom there waiting for them. It meant something deep to him. Judge for yourself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIbepKZC7Po

If you listened to the song, obviously you know where I get the title of this piece from. Yet, in this case, the standout line to me is the very last lyric. “If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.” I guess none of us knew who Bryan really was, and it hurt him so badly not to be able to reveal that in the life he had built, that it led to this. That is my best theory. Theory only though it be.

I do know with certainty that he was a good soul. Outside of this final act that left stained black his legacy, there is nothing but love and joy left on every person he encountered. A special, special individual.

The last assignment I was ever given by him was one week before his death. He asked me to write in 500 words (men tend not to like to read very much) what I learned from the death of my father. When I told him that my dad was still very much alive and well, but that my mom had died early at 60, he asked me instead to transfer those feelings into a fictional piece about my dad, and that he needed it in “like a week.” I sent it to him the morning of the day I found out what happened exactly one week later. He never got to read it.

While I sat through his memorial service, hearing the glowing testimonies from friends and family, watching the video of his life, I watched his wife and children. His wife was stoic and surely still in shock. She was the picture of bravery in the face of overwhelming agony. Here is a woman one day living the dream so many girls dream they will be living when they grow up, and like a thunderbolt from the depths is suddenly at the funeral of her 37-year-old husband…and not even able to grasp on to a car crash or a sudden heart attack to blame. Nothing to scream at but the ghost of the man she loved so dearly. It must be unbearable. My heart ached for her then and does now, and tears strolled down my cheek then and do now as I type it. I know the pain this has left in me, and I was just a work partner for a few years with him. I simply can’t imagine how she  must feel. So, I will share the last part of what I wrote for him in the 500 word piece about the fictional death of my dad that was really about my mom. I laughed when he gave me that assignment, because my mom was a depressed alcoholic that to say the least left a ‘dynamic’ on me that is layers upon layers deep in my soul, and to put those emotions in 500 words was a joke. Did I mention that she and him had the same birthday? August 18th. Fun fact huh? I say that with biting sarcasm towards the sick twists life will give a person. Nonetheless, as I always tried to do for him, I wanted to end the piece on a positive note with take home value. I skimmed over the details and concentrated on the learning part. The take home value from her death is exactly the same as it should be with his.

“None of us every truly die. We leave behind so much still living inside our children and those we shared life with. As a dad that is still able to shape what those things will be, I take that responsibility as my most sacred duty.”

I waited all morning with excitement to hear what Bryan had to say about the piece I wrote. Then, I got a call. These last few weeks have been hard for a person like me who feels very deeply. I’m angry and sad and all the things one would expect in this situation. The other night the emotions came out strongly while sitting on our porch with my wife of 16 years. I cried, I yelled at God, I at one point attempted to throw our outdoor couch into the pool, but afterwards my wife said I filled up with love. I swore to her with tears coming down my face that I would never do this to her. I would never make her hurt like that and I would never make my daughters hurt like that. I mean what I wrote in the last sentence I ever sent to him. I take the responsiblity as my most sacred duty. I thought Bryan and I shared that feeling. God, forgive him for us please. We all loved him and despite the pain that lived inside of him, he gave us all back ten times more love than he got. He was a good man. A good soul. Relieve us of this pain and help us gain back the memories of his big smile and warm heart. Make him whole once again. Make us whole once again. Your faithful servant.

Gary Wayne Abernathy

When The Wolf Says He Wants To Eat You

28 Jan

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Call me crazy, but I’m a big believer in troubleshooting. I have come to be this way from being old enough to have done a lot of stupid (insert nasty word here my daughters won’t allow me to say) in my life. Once you have cut yourself off at the knees enough times you start to learn to have a little forward vision.

The best way to troubleshoot life is to listen to what important people are saying to you. For instance, my father once told me in my 20’s that if I didn’t stop getting drunk out of my mind and getting in fights, that eventually I would get in a fight with the wrong person and wind up in a ditch with my balls cut off and shoved in my mouth. He actually said it just like that. His dramatic description worked. I have no interest in having the jewels removed and placed anywhere but where they are supposed to reside. A decade later, they proved quite useful in creating the aforementioned offspring. Listening to the words of important people works.

So that said, when it comes to matters of geopolitics and social changes, I listen to and read what the important people are saying and especially what they have said in the past. I’m not important. On that Orwell chart posted above, I’m a prole. If you are reading this, the chances are very high that you are a prole too. What does a prole represent on that chart? It means that to the self-appointed elite of the world, you are human waste. They are the wolf and they can and will eat you whenever it suits their purpose or appetite.

Is it the fault of the wolf for being a wolf? No, it most certainly is not. There have always been wolves and there will always be wolves. Do you know why our extremely wise founders of the United States set up our government just so in the constitution and declared all of our rights given by God and not man? Because the wolves had shown them enough throughout history that they were troubleshooting future tyranny. It has worked mostly for the past 200 plus years and the wolves are absolutely sick to death of being kept at bay. To that end, the CBS Network which is an icon of American culture and America’s most watched network, recently ran a segment titled “Let’s Give Up on the Constitution.” http://www.breitbart.com/Breitbart-TV/2013/01/27/CBS-Runs-Segment-Calle-Lets-Give-Up-On-The-Constitution

Those old fools from the past could not understand the America of today you see. We need to trash it and let the wolves write-up a new document that better reflects the society they wish to give you. The one represented on the chart above. Your rights given to you by the wolves, not God. Now once again in a troubleshooting mindset, and looking back just at 20th century history, that kind of thinking leads to death and misery for almost everyone…except the wolf of course. Hey, want to see a picture of a real live wolf? This particular one is the mayor of the great New York City. He is a nasty little man with a short temper who claims to know what is best for everyone. He wants you to believe that his heart is so very big, that it is his life ambition to save as many proles as he can from their own proleness. He not only wants your constitutional rights replaced, he wants all the weapons. But not his of course. He needs his. http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Journalism/2013/01/28/EXCLUSIVE-Journalist-Accosted-By-Security-Over-Mayor-Bloomberg-Gun-Control-Question

Mayor Bloomberg is an important man. Listen to what he proposes and consider where he falls on the chart above and how that might affect you. Listen to all the important people give you rosy pictures of what life could be if only we just succumb to their tyranny…oops…I mean wisdom…and allow them to give us our rights and declare God null and void. Everyone is in love with Hillary Clinton after she lied her (none allowed word) off to America and our elected representatives, and did so with glorious acting skills. A tear, a slam of the fist, a wise smile, a tilt of the glasses…oh she was priceless. Well, Hillary Clinton is a wolf. Just a year earlier regarding the fate of the leader of that same nation she was lying about, Libya, after he was drug out in the streets and murdered JUST LIKE THE 4 AMERICANS that were her responsibility were, she proclaimed in what can only be described as maniacal glee, “we came, we saw, he died!” Once again, on CBS News. Hmmm. http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=utf-8&fr=slv8-msgr&p=Hillary%20we%20came%20we%20saw%20he%20died&type=

Wolves are happy when they eat. They are wolves. I don’t hate Mayor Bloomberg or Hillary Clinton for enjoying their wretched ways, I hate that we, the proles, allow them to do it and cheer them on. I guess that is why we are proles. Maybe I’m not a prole after all. A prole has to do what a prole is told to do. A prole doesn’t deserve to develop a mind of his own. Who said that? Oh nobody, only the Director of Neuropsychiatry at Yale University Medical School. Nobody important ever comes from Yale right? But just for troubleshooting purposes, let us take a look at his quote:

“We need a program of psychosurgery for political control of our society.”…STOP…read that line again and remember this the DIRECTOR OF NEUROPSYCHIATRY at YALE UNIVERSITY MEDICAL SCHOOL. What the hell (I can say that one) is psychosurgery? I don’t know, but he would have made a fine Nazi. Continuing on…”The purpose is physical control of the mind. Everyone who deviates from the given norm can be surgically mutilated.”…STOP…The wolf is saying if you don’t listen to what wolves like Bloomberg and Clinton tell you to do, then you can be “surgically mutilated” and I have no idea what that means, but it sounds worse than having my balls shoved in my mouth per my Daddy’s warning oh so long ago. Continuing…”The individual may think that the most important reality is his own existence, but this is only his personal point of view. Man does not have the right to develop his own mind. We must electronically control the brain. Someday armies and generals will be controlled by electronic stimulation of the brain.” Now isn’t that all just lovely? Does any of that spark an interest in your non-allowed brain of self-preservation? This bit of wolf logic comes to you via: Dr.Jose M.R. Delgado, Director of Neuropsychiatry, Yale University Medical School, CONGRESSIONAL RECORD, NO. 26, VOL. 118, FEBRUARY 24th, 1974. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Manuel_Rodriguez_Delgado

So my dear readers, who if reading this obviously take the time to think outside of the mainstream such as CBS News, and consider the viewpoints of your fellow citizens (and future proles) and contribute your own, I would like to ask you to consider this…When the wolf says he wants to eat you, should you let him?

Super Storm

17 Aug

Storms are wonderful and majestic. They cleanse the atmosphere and rearrange the geography in perfect harmony with God‘s master design. The problem however as with everything, is man. Pesky, stubborn man. Always without fail, man is constantly challenging the design and listening to the other voice that tells him that he is God, and that if there ever was a God he is long since dead. So we build in places we shouldn’t build. We place our laws above the word. We make our own desires the word, and the word kindling for the fireplace that leads to Hell. Yet, what happens each time the storm arrives? The storm wins. The storm not only wins, it destroys. It flattens and leaves barren what was once overflowing with man and his bullshit. Yes, storms are wonderful and majestic and it should be taken as great warning when the clouds begin to gather. “Red sky at morn, sailor take warn.” That old wisdom of the seas has been around for centuries. God always provides a warning. Wise men always heed them.

So as men and women of the 21st century, are we heeding the warnings we clearly see before us? Do we acknowledge the super storm that is gathering quickly and will threaten to take down not only certain regions, but the whole thing in its entirety? I say no, we are not even beginning to see the real picture as a whole. We are not looking down as if we were floating above the earth and visualizing the puzzle pieces on the board and how they are coming together. Instead we see what dangers that directly affect our own world, and even then we ignore most of those. Somebody else will surely take care of that. Like good little trained monkeys, we only react when prompted. As long as whatever we consider authority tells us not to react, we remain docile to the storm. From the point of view of God, it has to be overbearingly painful to watch. How much more does he have to do? He even came to earth in the flesh to live among us and show us how, and set it up so He was killed in the most horrific of ways so that our horribleness was taken on His own shoulders. He gives us every chance possible to the very last breath.

So now we have come full circle since that moment the life of Jesus of Nazareth expired on the cross, with a crushed body covered in our blood slumping into submission to the world. God was defeated so they all thought. The world now only belonged to man. Three days and one giant boulder removed later, God popped up once again as wonderful and majestic as the storm that preceded the death, and snatched victory from the hands of that other voice. It was and is beautiful. The storm always wins. Now in ancient Egypt, we are back to the days of crucifixion. The Muslim Brotherhood, put into power by our own doing here in the USA via 20-something social media champs working under the CIA, are now sending out throngs of thugs to destroy any and all opposition to their power. http://www.theblaze.com/stories/report-muslim-brotherhood-crucifies-opponents-clamps-down-on-secular-media/ At least so the stories being told say. We wouldn’t know, because as soon as the cameras got their big story of a glorious triumph of the people in Egypt, they all left and haven’t returned. They moved to Libya and took down that ancient land next and gave it to the same people. Now they are in Syria doing the same thing. Meanwhile right now as I type this, United States Marines are in an extremely bloody battle in Afghanistan where several young men have been killed in the process this week fighting the Taliban. http://abcnews.go.com/WN/10-us-marines-killed-afghanistan-week/story?id=11939919 Who are the Taliban? If I have to answer that question then just go back to sleep and wait for your RFID chip to be implanted. Needless to say, the Taliban are of and part of the same ilk that we are HELPING take over the Middle East. WTF you say? Yeah…me too.

On top of that you have the case of Iran. Propaganda FLYING on all sides regarding the getting closer by the second war between Israel, Iran and the United States. Russia and China of course not sitting idly by with financial and military moves being made on a daily basis. Chinese companies pulling completely out of the NYSE and Russian nuclear subs entering the Gulf of Mexico. You seriously couldn’t write a better summer blockbuster script, yet it is real and only the front edge of a massive super storm. But what really stands out to me here is the return of the crucifixion. Civilization is unraveling like a cheap towel bought at Wal-Mart. They keep telling us it is progress and we are moving forward. But any damn fool with at least one working eye and one working ear can clearly determine that we are going completely backwards. You really have to give Lucifer his due. It is a masterpiece what he is pulling off. But even Lucifer knows that a storm is coming. The storm always wins.

Gary Abernathy