The Sultan Qaboos Bin Said

November was always a fun month growing up on the coast of Oman. The weather was a little cooler but the sun still blazed everyday. The delights of Halloween were finished and delights they were. Everyone came out to the Pan Am Compound for our Halloween celebration from all around. That is an understatement if I've ever written one^.

Then we moved on to the burning of the effigy of Guy Fawkes on a mountain of incendiary rubble. That's probably where the cia and mi6 burned it's papers and if they didn't should have. That was just a joke. Of course everything was on the up and up...I'm totally making alphabet soup jokes and of course they are jokes silly. The gathering of things to burn in the middle of the compound was fun as were the events, lots of volleyball, sand, 'cause that's all we had. 

...and then as time dictates Yule and the Christmas celebrations were coming on us quickly. We weren't in a Western Country though. We had to abide by the laws and rules dictated to the people through the word of Sultan, in an Islamic Country. 

November 19 just so happens to had been the Sultans birthday and he was a very smart man. He was probably one of the greatest diplomats of our time. In a big world and tribal management sense.

He had invited the British, Americans, Canadians, and Australians to live in his country and asked for help to move it forward; pivoting a backward country and propelling it as fast as he could into the future, with out disturbing the peace of the people, mostly. I'll go in to the Dhofar Rebellion another time but it's fascinating and you will once again understand my anti communist stance. 

Omanies loved the Sultan for good reason, he had improved their life standards by 100 fold. They would draw expert murals of lights in his image on hillsides and on ancient forts for his birthday ...the lights were so bright you could have seen them from space. I don't actually think you could see them from space, that just looks good typed out. On fantastic lucky evenings we would get to sit under the lights of Koot Muttrah and eat Naan from a tandor oven, and one of my favorites, samosa. I also like goat.

Christmas upon us the Sultan used his birthday as a backdoor for us Westerners and our Christmas festivities so we could string up our own lights. He had taken his cue from the likes of the Pagans and Christians, and many other religions of the past. Have you ever had to hide something...like your faith? We didn't have to hide it but when Father Barnabas, our Jesuit priest, his career field was architecture (priests have career fields) brown robe and all was commissioned by the Sultan to build a church for us; the caveat was that the windows had to be high enough so the people couldn't see in. 

"Be unassuming and assuming at the same time" is a good way to explain it...hiding in plain sight.

Tribalism is difficult to navigate but it is possible. It takes thought, understanding, respect no matter how much you disagree, love, and knowledge of thought process. That last one is a doozy. It's possible though to speak a culture and not a language. Some people have been practicing this their whole lives. 

He built a school for the children of those he had welcomed so we could stay with our parents and have real family lives and not be sent off to boarding schools. He knew families, if they can, should try to stay together; if it's a good relationship build it. Bonding is key to great team work.

Someone asked what I learned at Royal Flight once...I replied, "The pence, the pound and how I suck at rounders." and then I winked.

We shouldn't dismiss the great things man kind has accomplished and what we can do. I was able to watch in real time the Sultan of Oman change the preverbal landscape of his country and how he did it. 

The call to prayer is called the Adhan. The root word in Arabic is adhina, it means to listen and be informed. We learned that too. 

You can learn anything if you read and listen but you also have to practice.

My name was Deborah, I was a prophetess of war and judge of the Israelites guided by the Angels Uriel and Hamalial. My finishing move was played by Jael. Learn our stories. They are true.

One day I'll tell you a story

Be still and listen

Eden

The fine grains of sand flew through the air curling around in circles, eruptions of tornados scattered as far as the eye could see. 

We walked closely holding hands, I leaned on him and he on me. He was unhindered and unafraid as we moved as one being. The sun was coming over the horizon, golden and bright. Ours eyes burned as we moved toward it together. Our vision was becoming more clear with every step, getting closer to what we knew would await us.

The air changed to a salty flavor. The terrain was transfigured to boulders and rocks jetting out of the earth. Our feet had turned muddy as we plowed through with a duty we didn't understand yet. The water had receded for us to pass but left pools of clear sea we couldn't drink with little fish swimming about.

As we came closer to a new land, fields of tall reeds swayed in a free flowing, gentle breeze.

When we reached the earth above water, soft moss ground cover cleaned our feet and we were free of the dust and sludge. The trees grew tall over our heads until we could no longer see above them. The sun snuck through in beams radiating down showing us the way. We could hear life around us where we had not before. It smelled fresh and pure. Wings of small creatures flew about us gingerly brushing our skin with their softness. 

Terraced steps greeted our arrival. We had to help one another up, they were higher than we could climb by ourselves. They were made for a Goliath. 

The doors were white, speckled with gold and tall made for the Titans to move through. The handles suspended in the middle of the heavy doors were made of the largest stag antlers curved and wrapped in vines of stinging nettle.  

I mounted his broad strong shoulders so I could reach and grab the handle. The nettle burned like thousands of stingers imbedded in my skin. I pulled with all my might to open the door for us...screaming in pain as my skin felt seared. His hands around my waist, he lifted me off him.

With the door opened the threshold beckoned us. We walked through to a place not meant for one man but all men. 

We knew we would be more free than we had ever been but the burden was heavy and we were tired.

The walls were stone and water cascaded down them for us to drink. Bowls of fire kept us warm and the moon full in its glory shown down through the open air above. We could hear howling in the distance and the air hummed enlightenment.  

The pillows were clouds of soft fur that when we fell into them we sank to a place of bright glory that caressed us. The light didn't hurt. It shrouded us with the things we would have to know. To move the future.

My name was Lilith. My job is to hold the Truth uncorrupted and share it for all time. I stand on the shoulders of man kind and guide the way as I was told to do.

The Truth not told anymore is that we left the not knowing and came to Eden and here we are all now. Do you drink of the flowing waters of life? Do you eat the fruits that grow from the ground?

This, today, here, and now we live in Eden if you can see it. 

One day I'll tell you a story

Be still and listen

I'll just leave this here for you

I wish for you to be thoughtful for a moment. 

Step out of yourself and put all your dogma behind. 

You are your own person with your individual thoughts. 

I believe that you are able to do that. 

I believe you do it all the time actually...

Now I'd like to tell you something that frightened me to my core (not really, I'm not worried about me...I'm worried about you.)

I saw rage in someones eyes. Actual real rage...because someone didn't believe in the killing of another Human.

Would you please re-read that? 

There is no reason on this Earth that someone should feel rage over something so vital and important.

Not like this is my idol or book let's burn it. 

A fucking Human being.

This is not a question of Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice. 

Some will think it is and get angry. But...but...but...

No. 

If you have rage over the thought that someone would believe that NOT killing another Human is bad...that shit might be on you.

I don't actually care if you are Pro-Choice or Pro-life. Welcome to fucking 2020;) 

Is it appropriate behavior in a Civil Society to get angry that someone else believes in the sanctity of life?

Or is that a very scary thought?

The Church of Responsibility

 Welcome.

I seriously can't believe it's come to this.

The people that belong to the Church of Responsibility will by their namesake be the first to pay the price.

They lied to you and you ate the rotten fruit and it festered in you. Envy and blame are what you have left. 

When the golden chalice is poured down from heaven what do you think it will look like? For you?

This is me. Kristin

You will find me in Athens, where we know things and if we don't we learn and grow.

Please Stop the Babel

Babbling into The Peoples heads is dangerous. 

Do you know the capacity with which you can control the mind with the Word? or a Picture? 

Everything is being manipulated, most of all You.  

All the Medias hold a power with their lies and false confessions spitting at you with their forked tongue. They have perverted the Truth, spewing Hate and Envy across The Seas.

Humans are following the deception being propagated by All the Medias and Authority figures (politicians, athletes, film figures, and teachers alike)...like it's their religion.

The Media is proselytizing everyday, all day. Loading the air waves with lies like ammunition; the sites, the sounds with everything they want you to believe. 

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One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters."

You can not hide from the Truth. Giving Individuals authority over others is a dark place. Human Nature does not like this and will fight it. Shine the light bright. The seven lamps are on a guided tour into the most repugnant spaces.  

"No justice, no peace", is the same as "peace through submission". Why are you wearing a mask?

Yes, I understand what I'm saying and I'm saying it in total. If you don't understand ask...the shame comes from not asking when you don't know or understand. Knowledge truly is a power.

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1 Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven. He was robed in a cloud, with a rainbow above his head; his face was like the sun, and his legs were like fiery pillars. 2 He was holding a little scroll, which lay open in his hand. He planted his right foot on the sea and his left foot on the land, 3 and he gave a loud shout like the roar of a lion. When he shouted, the voices of the seven thunders spoke. 4 And when the seven thunders spoke, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven say, “Seal up what the seven thunders have said and do not write it down.” 5 Then the angel I had seen standing on the sea and on the land raised his right hand to heaven. 

6 And he swore by him who lives for ever and ever, who created the heavens and all that is in them, the earth and all that is in it, and the sea and all that is in it, and said, “There will be no more delay! 7 But in the days when the seventh angel is about to sound his trumpet, the mystery of God will be accomplished, just as he announced to his servants the prophets.” 8 Then the voice that I had heard from heaven spoke to me once more: “Go, take the scroll that lies open in the hand of the angel who is standing on the sea and on the land.” 9 So I went to the angel and asked him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, “Take it and eat it. It will turn your stomach sour, but ‘in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey.’ ” 10 I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour. 11 Then I was told, “You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages and kings.”

You would be confused too if you had been told so many lies... With out the ability to discern the lie from the Truth it removes the ability of Individual thought. Ignorance is bliss until you find out you have been eating Soylent Green. You should make a space where you question what others tell you. I'm so fucking serious about this, holy shit people are believing the most absurd things...I know you are smarter than that. I actually believe in YOU. You can no longer go to one left 'news' source and one right 'news' source hoping to find the middle. There is no longer a middle they have declared...

Your Independent thought is their enemy. Like many religions...and Dogmas. 

The Resist movement has concerned themselves with resisting free thought...

"You must obey or we will take your Life, Liberty, and Freedom". By all means they will do just that and have taken the livelihood from others. It hasn't happened to you?...Yet. Your turn will come. They eat their own. Your aren't safe from this disease. None of us are safe from this the True pandemic.

The social shun is real. 

Your commerce is one of their methods. If you don't BELIEVE and REGURGITATE what they have told you, you are the invader into their lies with the Truth. Independent. Free.  

In China, you trust no one. Like it was in the USSR or East Germany before 1989. You know the Wall...that they don't teach about except a sentence here or there? An actual contemporary moment to show mass amounts of people Imprisoned behind a Great Wall. Shot if they tried to escape....To FREEDOM. 

Grace for others is no longer acceptable in their eyes. "They are the Captain now!"-some Somali pirate in that Somali pirate movie. 

We need teachers and thought leaders to guide us. In all my life times I've never seen more unscholarly teachers and figures in authority. It doesn't matter the amount of education you think you have. The Knowing is the key to survival of the Human species and you are retarding Knowledge. That is Evil to me. 

The hand of God is justice...do you really want that?...Are they your God? They seem to want to hand out justice...Justice for what exactly?  Something you did? Or a perception on their part? Dig a little deeper on that one. Equality and Equity are not the same, no matter how often they lie about it. 

I suppose that 'What is God to you?" is a good question here...the Creator of all? Or the life force in you that makes you, YOU, independent from others, self-will, determination, ideas, and the Freedom of commerce?

Everyone believes in a God in the dark of Night.

Don't worry. My Voice can get louder. I'm stentorian. I'll roar if I have to. I'll have my Brother bring Thunderbolts down upon you to get your attention. His name IS Thor. 

(I'm joking Thor, if you read this. I really won't call you into this Battle, or is it War now? But how awesome is it that my brothers name Truly is THOR? Also my Father truly is 'the Lion' and I haven't told one lie in all my stories. Look deep into a parable to relate it to you, please. They've been told through time because of the hazards with which we should heed attention are right in front of us...but it's too bothersome to Know...)

I am Me, Myself and I. I am my Trinity and I see it in You as well. Let that light shine...they will see.

You may read what ever story line you like in my tellings. That is a reflection of you. 

Be still and listen