“Mom and me.” Or should I say “Mom and Family.”?

 

To the tune of "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty":

 

My mother said to me, "No life or liberty" for you our son.
No medical care for you, you who did not go, to Viet Nam.
"Your beard was what betrayed our land, not our despotic hand,
You yellow traitor."

 

She said she's had me sent to Soviet Russia,
To a "simulated American town" within the confines of the "former" Iron Curtain;
(It's now being a "new Russia" of the "Russian Federation");

 

Such town to soon become not a refuge from totalitarianism anymore, as I progress further to discover such possible facts.

 

So then I'll not therefore be allowed to think up any lazy, intellectual thoughts; whether for myself, or for America, or for anywhere else than Russia; or for anywhere else than what my mother calls her "old country"; (which could be anywhere from Transylvania to Austria-Hungary to Nazi Germany to who knows wherever else).

 

A number of decades ago, while with my mother and two sibling-sisters, i.e., our family, at a summer Bible Camp facility near Puyallup, Washington, after a church-related activity of some kind, such as church services, there was hot chocolate being given out free to everyone, there in the cafeteria. But when I tried to avail myself of it, however, my mother came “online" in my mind again, insinuating that I was "getting something for nothing", again. I had to intellectually "fight" to continue to attempt to partake of it, even though it was apparently freely offered to everyone, i.e., in other words, for no cost to those partaking of it.

 

She also seems (or should I say "he, my stepfather also seems"?) to be involved with giving my thoughts and designs for products and processes ideas to juvenile delinquents, my social nemeses and social enemies from my high school times, as well as giving such thoughts and design ideas of mine, against my will, to my "adult" personal potential social and ideological/political enemies, including possibly the anti-liberty, and anti-life, Stalinist-Soviet variety of Russians, and possibly those who might be Neo-Nazis of a re-united Germany and elsewhere, as well or instead.

 

It's the relatively recent concept that nowadays the Russians and other Marxists are only pretending to have adopted capitalism these past few decades; them intending for the near future to re-open the Cold War or even to open a Hot War with the West, with the newly found wealth of their own “Marxist socialistic-capitalism” system; thus with Liberty possibly only nominally espoused (although, perhaps not; since possibly there may be a faction, even hopefully a large faction, that truly believes in respecting Life and Liberty and sincere Good Will toward others; including hopefully all our animal friends as well as human beings); and with such Hot War plans including possibly their Secret Underground Cities and relatedly, possibly their allegedly very much profuse and extensively developed underground subway tunnels system; which would possibly be being of practical use for such possibilities as a nuclear exchange of nuclear weapons-bearing missiles raining down on each other's citizenry, whereas the West does not seem to have very many of such underground cities and tunnels for the general populace; if any at all, other than limitedly, involving our own subway systems, possibly, or those related to Deep Undergound Military Bases (D.U.M.B.)'s; and their necessary facilities, including allegedly undergound cities of our own country, the United States of America (the U.S.A.) with underground food growing factories and underground shops, libraries and universities; but not for the entire country; as allegedly the Russian Federation has for itself and its allies; possibly.

 

My mother seems to act as if it didn't matter; no matter what I've thought of in the way of scientific principles and designs for products and processes, already.

 

“It will be theirs”; (the Neo-Soviets’s and/or the Neo-Nazis’s and/or the Transylvanians’s and/or the Satanists's and Luciferians's; i.e., in other words, those muchly involved with oppression and violent murder and the evil activities of "the God-damned devil").

 

But it is allegedly all my fault:
I grew a beard.

 

Eventually and allegedly, if I don't work manually, without any intellectuality on my part being permitted to me,


(since I possibly am classed by some persons as something in the direction of an American “Intellingensia” person; because I have attended college; although I have not yet managed to graduate). Thus, according to some, if I don't work entirely manually, (manually without anything "hi-fallutin" according to my mother);

 

I'll possibly end up dead.

 

No matter, whether or not I have severe osteo-arthritis.

No matter, whether or not I have type 2 diabetes.

No matter, whether or not I have schizophrenia.

No matter, whether or not I haveback disc problems pain.

No matter, whether or not I possibly have cancer.

 

 

I must supposedly work manually for them, no matter what.


I am supposedly his "boy": I must do as he says, no matter how old I am,

Even if I am 68, while he my stepfather is only 8 years older than I am,

He having become such a stepfather when I was about 20 years old; my original father having died when I was about 2 years old; and us kids having a chronologically first stepfather from a little after that until I was about 10 years old; when my mother and first stepfather had fights with each other even to point of them throwing plates of food at each other during  dinner.

Then my mother absconded with us kids and moved to another area of the country.  

Then, after I had spent about ten years by myself with my mother and two sibling-sisters, me being between 10 years old and about 20 years old; without my having had a father figure in our household at all, except for occasional remarks by male friends of our family and by boyfriends of my mother; that 10 years being from following the beginning of my fifth grade in elementary school until after my spending about two years attending Washington State University (WSU) as a Physics major without any girl friend; about 1958-1959 to about 1968-1970.

 

At WSU, I studied Physics and General Science, but they (my parents and family) do not seem to care about whether that was worthwhile or not.

 

"You don't work." said my stepfather George ("speaking" either from somewhere inside my mind or spirit, or speaking as the result of his apparent usurping or overpowering of my faculties of verbal speech, or of his usurping or overpowering of my ability to whisper, or his usurping of my ability to subvocalize); in spite of my recent years' employment at various odd jobs and in spite of my recent efforts to do my ordinary manual household chores, in spite of my physical and soulical and/or spiritual impairments, in my apartment here.

 

And apparently he, (my chronologically 2nd stepfather) regards me as not working anyways, in spite of my attempting to design, albeit somewhat amateur-ly, many potentially new commercial products and processes: me attempting to design such potential commercial products and processes having been being with the intent of facilitating the following:

 

1. For hopefully helping with my income needs, since if I were finally able to successfully apply for and to acquire patents for the products that I have been partly beginning to design, then that possible possibility would hopefully help my income by enabling me to submit such ideas to Industry for manufacturing such new products without my needing to be fearing that they (the industries) would either be stealing my ideas in the process of that submitting of my ideas; thus leaving me with no income-facilitating designs at all, and without them interfering with enabling me to attempt to manufacture, or to have manufactured, those products myself, since my patent rights obtaining could enable those personal financial defense activities to be more likely to be adequate; and:

 

2. For my attempting to help Civilization in general, even with my only partial college education;  its being so "incomplete"; including however, my having had some coursework in mathematics and science.

 

3. "Ideas are a dime a dozen", he my stepfather says; but intra-soulically anyways, my opinions don’t seem to count to him.

 

4. "It's not so much how much you are paid that matters, but how hard you work", he says.

 

5. With that, though, he, the “online” version of my stepfather George; he sometimes seems to possibly be being an acquaintance or spiritual relative of Simon Legree of Uncle Tom's Cabin fame, a book written by Harriet Beecher Stowe during the times before and leading up to the U.S. Civil War period, about how slavery affected the slaves and about how one slave owner, Simon Legree, as far as I remember reading about it now, was apparently particularly cruel in his mistreatment of his slaves.

 

Those slaves were probably primarily "negros", i.e., in other words, black "African-Americans", as they allegedly prefer to be called nowadays; although my mother seems to like the term, “negros”, anyways; although I like to refer to them as they allegedly desire to be referred to as, namely, to use that particular “Black African-Americans” terminology; although perhaps my mother is simply unaware of what more up-to-date names are preferred by them, to be used by others in referring to them, although perhaps she persists in using the older terminology for other reasons.

 


Each of those potential slaves was probably captured against his/her will, from their native environment in Africa; and then each, along with the others on the ship, was transported across the vast, dangerous ocean against his/her will, on filthy, dangerous slave-trade ships, and then if, ("if" since many such captured future slaves apparently died en route to America, due to disease, or mistreatment, or other reasons).

And then if, and when they arrived in America, they were forced to work as slaves with not much pay, or with no pay at all, for the work that they were required to do, on the plantations there, mainly in the Southern States of the Union; which were mostly "pro-slavery"-oriented states.

 

Or at least he, my stepfather, from time to time, has been seeming, or is seeming, to be portrayed as such a potential slave owner, in my mind, by someone.

 

Could it have been an incompletely informed spirit, or an evil spirit, or an incompletely informed, or even an evil, psychologist or an evil psychiatrist who has been portraying him as such?

 

Thus, possibly he has been only portrayed, by such possibly evil, or by incompletely informed people, as having such a disposition as such a slave owner's disposition, when he actually possibly does not have such a disposition to such an extreme degree.

Although he has, however, externally in outward reality behaviors anyways, from time to time, been somewhat seeming to be on the verge of being somewhat impetuous or belligerent, and somewhat seeming to be overbearing.

 

However, portrayed by who knows whom? And with who knows what? With drugs, computer electronics software and circuitry, special procedural techniques, or what?

 


My mother Dorie, and my stepsister Debbie also either have been portrayed by someone, or if true, actually somewhat intra-soulically (or more than somewhat) evil towards me, or have been seeming to be portrayed as very intra-soulically evil-ly inclined towards me;

 

Although my mother Dorie of course should be thanked for her raising us kids in general and for financially for the most part supporting us kids with room and board after our father Larry died when I was only two years old; and after our first stepfather Bill and she had fights with each other to the point of her taking us kids to the Pacific Northwest region to get away from such difficulties when I was only 10 years old until I was about 20 years old and through almost two years of college at Washington State University, when she moved to Alaska with my two sisters, getting married again, this time to our chronologically second stepfather George; and when I visited her and them during vacation periods while at WSU, and later, for about 5 months after those four years down here in the eastern part of Washington state over there at WSU in Pullman, Washington had transpired; me afterwards being employed by my stepfather George in his boat-building shop up there in Alaska out on the end of Homer Spit out in the middle of Kachemak Bay for 5 months, after which 5 months I was fired from that job of my having worked for him, working for him as a general employee, doing such activities as doing courier work to retrieve for example, boat parts from nearby businesses on the Kenai Peninsula, photography of the boats as they were being built, janitorial work cleaning up the shop, and miscellaneous other tasks, including installing a CB radio antenna on the roof of the shop building, and including my painting the exterior of the shop building with paint that his father Clarence showed me how to stir and mix thoroughly with a good method.

 

He, George, however, did help me to get in touch with a military friend of his who had an old vintage WWII 1945 Willys Jeep for sale for $400. And since I had the pay from painting the shop building and general employment with the boat building business of his, I was able to afford to purchase that jeep for to be my very own vehicle. It was the first vehicle that I had ever owned, except for bicycles that I had owned, earlier in my life.

 


Of recent decades, Debbie has also however been outwardly very helpful to me, both materially with many material Christmas gifts and birthday gifts, and has been mostly encouraging towards me, motivationally, although at various other times she has seemed to be not respecting of my efforts at being independently opinioned and at being aspirational.

 

Also, one of my other siblings, Deni, has been alluded to as if she were using Marijuana on a regular basis to somehow gain access to my supposedly secret thoughts, including, apparently, access to my scientific and technical thoughts, that I have desired to use myself only, for doing hopefully unique research towards applying for U.S. utility patents concerning potentially useful new scientific/technical processes, and/or for applying for U.S.design patents for commercial products; for hopefully making money for myself to support myself with, financially;

 

And for hopefully helping, potentially at least, to benefit life-protecting and liberty-protecting and compassion-for-the-poor-and-infirm-and-destitute-human beings-and-compassion-for-the-poor-and-infirm-and-destitute-animals-and for attempting to help defend and protect Libertarian Good Willed Civilization on Earth, whether American or otherwise.

 


Anyways, she my sister (sibling) Deni, however, has been accused by someone communicating with me in my mind and/or spirit (Was it actually the Holy Spirit? Or was it an evil spirit?); as accessing my thoughts and ideas by Marijuana use thusly (if that is possible), and then selling such ideas to other people, even selling my ideas to "the Russians", allegedly for $70 apiece. (Apparently, the more thoughts that I think up, the more remunerative it is for her.)

 

However, I did not give her permission to use those ideas that I have thought up; and I had hoped to use them for making money for my own income; for me to eventually thereby to become at least as "self-supporting" as could be feasible:

 

1. Whether I have had "fleeting glimpses" varieties of conceptual thoughts; i.e., in other words, only "instant inspiration" concerning scientific concepts, or concerning designs for products and processes that occur to me "out of the blue", seemingly without much effort on my part being involved; or:

 

2. Whether I have spent more time on such ideas, even albeit somewhat amateurly, doing at least some intellectual working on such ideas, even though, only almost to the point of my not using my partially completed college education that much while attempting to do so.

 

She therefore has been portrayed as thusly stealing my intellectual property from me, even stealing ideas that could, potentially at least, if patented and defended successfully in the U.S. patent litigation courts adequately; that could be worth millions of dollars each; or possibly worth billions of dollars each.

 

Additionally however, and very probably not true insinuations, there have been "thought-voices" in my head that keep insinuating that the actual figures of what my ideas and designs have become worth have amounted to trillions of dollars of total commercial value, figures such as $40 trillion to$100 trillion, now “$155 trillion”, were referred to more than just a few times.

 

But perhaps obviously, bad spirits are only trying to feed my self-esteem excessively, by saying such comments as those comments within my "hearing" of those comments being discussed. Then even repeating them as if they were something true, over and over again.

 

Possibly they are trying to get me to believe their half-truths and possible their outright lies by repeating those allegations over and over, thusly.

 

Whatever the actual amounts of the financial worth of those hopefully patentable ideas could be though, my “losing” them seems to be a very large waste of resources.

 

I do not know however, whether or not such an activity of obtaining access to a person's personal thoughts (and possibly also access to a person's memories) is possible to do, using Marijuana, or not.

 

Possibly relatedly, during my junior high school times, my mother being at work after we kids got home from school, I once had a fight with that particular sister (“Deni”, or “Denielle” back then). During that fight, she threw me headlong into the "full-length" vertically-extending mirror in the bathroom of our family's very little approximately 5 to 7 small rooms small old house across the street from the Presbyterian church that my mother was then organist for. Being thusly propelled by her, my head cracked the mirror, as far as I remember it now, when my sister threw me into the mirror.

 

Regretfully though, during that same fight, I ended up striking her, quite ignorantly, with my albeit quasi-obese-weakling feebly-strengthed clenched fist, overhand with a direct blow to the top mid section of her breast area, my not knowing then, that such an area of the human female body is sensitive to touch and pain. I later was told that in a female it is so delicately configured there that it is similar to the sensitivity and engenderable pain concerning a human male's testicle area, if someone were to strike a male person there. I did not know that then, however; me being a fatherless boy ever since our father died when I was two years old, (except for having a stepfather off and on until I was about 10 years old after which time period my mother and first stepfather had fights with each other even to point of them throwing plates of food at each other during supper, and my mother had other problems concerning him, eventually resulting in my mother moving with us kids to elsewhere and later her getting a divorce from him); and neither my mother nor anyone else discussed such matters with me concerning it's not being permissible to strike a female on the breast or chest region of her body, even in a fight with her.

 

Being such a son of a one-parent family with my mother at work mostly all of the time during the day after I got home from school and in the evening times when she taught piano lessons to various people for additional income, and being somewhat naturally timid and shy, and during those times being overweight even if only somewhat overweight (although I am now 67+ years old, almost 68 years old, and hopefully only temporarily almost “morbidly” obese at around 300# weight); back during those times being such a fatherless boy, and not having much if any at all success at befriending girls enough for any of them to become my girl friend, I often spent a lot of time at home alone. Thus I did not learn about female breast areas’ sensitivity, either from parental instruction, nor from peer conversations, nor from any experiential activity at all.

 

Possibly related to that, during one particular junior high school Physical Education (PE) class period back then, a fellow student, named John, started to grab delinquently, and potentially maliciously, at my testicles through my gym shorts and pinched on those to the point of its hurting me. I tried to prevent him from further pinching on me to cause such pain, by my lying on my stomach on the gym floor, with my groin underneath me so that possibly he could not reach my testicles as well. Fortunately, a teacher came by and came to my aid.

 

Perhaps it served me right though, my having struck my sister on her breast area there, ignorantly or not; for me to have been subjected to such a pain myself as well as her, my sibling-sister. Although, as to whether or not the PE class incident came before or after the at-home-fight with my sibling, I do not remember or know the facts concerning it.

 

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The power of the human imagination is said to be vast, even relative to the capability of powerful computers.

 

What has been, or what is, or what can be, therefore, the power of an angelic imagination, if they have such, what is the power of such an angelic imagination; since mankind, according to the Holy Bible has been created "a little lower than the angels"?

 

A little lower, that is, possibly, with reference to wisdom, knowledge and strength.

 

Possibly both the angels on God's side, and also the fallen angels on Lucifer's or Satan the Devil's side, thusly with their imaginations alone could portray such a person's relatives that way, therefore; they possibly having "watched them all their lives"; (which is a phrase from the book, War on the Saints by Jessie Penn-Lewis and Evan Roberts, Christian Literature Crusade, possibly P.O. box 1449, Fort Washington, Pennsylvania 19034).

 


The basic concept is that evil spirits watch us human beings closely while we are living our lives; and then after we eventually die, or possibly even before we die; our personalities, even if containing personal and family secrets, are represented or mis-represented to our living posterity to lead them astray or for to further whatever other purpose may be intended by those evil spirits; which, according to that book titled, War on the Saints (WOTS) by Jessie Penn-Lewis and Evan Roberts; which is what that book claims.

 

Such a concept is also somewhat referred to in the book, The Holy Spirit and You by Reverend Dennis and Rita Bennett, two Episcopalian charismatics of Seattle, Washington during the late 1960s:

 

The concept discussed in that book is that the demons know what you're looking for when you seek to involve yourself with telepathic communication, and that they then bring you the information you are seeking, made to order, made to seem as though you have acquired "real-time", "live" telepathic connections with other people yourself; when in actuality it is only the demons who have such telepathic abilities, they only making it seem as though you have acquired such abilities yourself.

 

In another book, The Spiritual Man by Watchman Nee, it also speaks of evil spirits' telepathic abilities, and mankind's lack of such abilities, saying: "They possess an ability to communicate with man's mind, which man does not possess."

 

That assertion concerning the relative capabilities of the human mind compared to the primitive computers of yesteryear, however, does not seem to cover how much might have been possible in the recent past, or what might either be possible now or be possible in the near or distant future even with "ordinary" personal computers; not to speak of what might be possible with supercomputers.

 

Potentially these could be wielded by either evil totalitarian human soulish "cyber-neurologists", or wielded by evil fallen angels, demons; which are of Satan, the devil;

 

Or wielded by human evil spirits (if that supposed ability to manipulate and wield computers is possible to do), as spirits, independently of the actions and activities of their souls and/or bodies; which it may not be possible so to do, since possibly for a spirit to have interactability in the material world, it possibly may need to have a body of some kind; That is said, me not knowing very much about whatever the truth is concerning spirits and souls and bodies and the material world and the spiritual world.

 


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A number of years ago, the local news told of a man who was murdered out in the county because, the radio broadcast said, "He wouldn't work".
The radio broadcast then said, ("Too bad...").

 

About a few decades ago, on my bicycle, I wandered around out in the county myself,
possibly, as far as I remember it now, Looking for Employment.

 


While after I had stopped for a rest alongside the road next to a farm though, an elderly man met me and said to me,

 

"You aren't a Jew, are you?”

 

I didn't know what to say in response to that comment of his; and I therefore possibly mumbled something to him in response; but I wondered what he had meant by his saying that; and I mulled it over to myself later, possibly, pondering as to its possible meanings.

 

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And with every new thought, you'll be forever a blot on America.

 

Then, or now, all your productivity will be allegedly for the community, or for the Workers, for "the Proletariat"; whether a democratic Life-respecting, Liberty respecting, Voluntary good will towards others respecting Proletariat or whether otherwise.

 

No matter, whether or not they respect freedom or whether or not they spare life.

 

"It will be them, the Marxist or Neo-Marxist socialists, or the Neo Nazis, or the Transylvanians, or the witchcrafts-oriented Satanists, becoming more powerful, quasi-egalitarian, possibly pseudo-egalitarian, possibly ruled again by an oligarchian clique of Inner Party members; although admittedly them not necessarily being automatically un-interested in attempting to promote the Public Good on all topics (since they conceivably might be somewhat sincerely attempting to promote the general welfare of the population; but with, as before 1989, when there may have been much moral corruption within their ranks, and much intra-party power struggling going on, and with suppression of opposing groups and opposing individuals within the general population, even to the point of gross violations of human rights to life and liberty allegedly going on; there being mass murders of members of the Public; with allegedly 20-35 million persons having been murdered by the government in Josef Stalinist Soviet Union; and 60 million persons having been murdered in Mao Tse Tung's China; and possibly 2 million people having been murdered in Pol Pot's Cambodia).

 

Therefore, it may be better instead to re-assess the concept that such oligarchian Marxist-socialist ruling class members worked generally for the overall good of the populace; for example, especially if any residues remain in the world of whatever caused such heinous debacles of murder in recent world history as thus the following:

 

1. The undocumented claim that allegedly 20 to 35 million people were murdered by the government in Stalinist/Marxist/Communist/Soviet Russia; or

 

2. The undocumented claims that 11 million people were murdered by the government in Hitlerian/Sangerian/Nazi Germany, 6 million of whom were Jews; and with World War II that allegedly was started by Germany taking between 50 million and possibly more than 70 million lives total; or:

 

3. The undocumented claim that 60 million people were murdered by the government in Mao Tse Tungian/Marxist/Communist China; and

 

4. The undocumented claim that 2 million people were murdered by the government in Pol-Pot-ian/Marxist/Communist Cambodia;

 


Thus it may be worthwhile to attempt to re-consider from a better perspective such topics of whether or not such oligarchian Inner Party members actually sincerely believed very much in doing good for the general population,

 

Rather than in them mostly being involved with considering other, possibly more selfish ends,

 

Or them being overpowered by coercive, violent, clever, powerful evil dictatorial persons who possibly forced themselves on such inner party members, who then did similar murderings amongst the general population.

 

Although perhaps many social programs helpful to the poor and infirm and to the general public were able to be afforded by the fact that there were governments which paid for such programs apparently by taxation of the populace, which in those cases, happened to be socialist governments.

 

However, other varieties of governments, such as capitalist governments, can also provide help to the poor and infirm with helpful governmental programs without murdering the opposition.

 

Or is that not the case either?

 


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Back to some of my spiritual, soulical and other types of personal problems:

 

"And it's all your fault," my mother effectively says as a thought-voice in my mind, my speaking of it now in this essay.

 

"You grew a beard", as if growing a beard were somehow a felony in itself.

 

"You chose." said my stepsister, very much seeming to be being heartless and unforgiving towards me, as well.

 

"You didn't go to Viet Nam." she said,
referring possibly to my lack of diligence and timeliness in informing my draft board of my whereabouts following four years of university studying at WSU except without obtaining as yet then a degree from there; and when the money for returning home to my home state after such schooling was over was possibly not available until later on in the summer, after summer school was over. I was reclassified from being a 2-S during university to being a 1-A sometime that final Spring of the school year to being a 1-H after I wrote to my draft board upon finally arriving home in my home state of Alaska around August of that year of 1971.

 

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"You grew a beard."

 

"You didn't go to Viet Nam."

 

Her boyfriend Rick went to there, but my head has too much hair.

 

Too much to suit them, anyways.

 


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Some platitudes that come to mind:

 


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Hold Princi-ples higher than Princi-pals,
but be thankful for Principals who believe in and defend worthwhile Principles.

 

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Also be thankful for the concept that God is allegedly one such Principal, and possibly the main Defender of such worthwhile Principles, even allegedly a very Mighty and possibly the Mightiest, such Defender of such worthwhile Principles, such as the Principles of Respect for Life and Liberty; defending Justice and Mercy for all, and promoting voluntary unselfish agape'-love and true concern for the well-being of others, particularly
the less fortunate, including the animals; as well as the human beings.

 


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Give praise and thanks where helpful.

 


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To those of us who are weak or besieged by enemy spiritual forces, or beset by troubles of other kinds, then possibly we can “run to the name of the Lord” for it allegedly is, according to the book of Proverbs, “a strong tower” into which we may run for safety.

 

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From the online Blue Letter Bible, here is Proverbs 18:10; King James Version (KJV).

 

Pro 18:10 The name of the LORD [is] a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe.

 

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To those of us who perceive
ourselves as in conditions that are
stronger than those conditions however,

 

Who are to some extent stronger than
being weak, or stronger than unmanageably being crippled or unendurably
being besieged by enemy spiritual forces, or being
unmanageably plagued
by other problems or stressed excessively
in other ways,

 

We according to the Holy Bible are possibly are encouraged to “give unto the Lord” (or possibly to “give unto the Lord’s work”) power and strength, apparently to whatever extent we might be having such power and strength to give in the first place, whether that power and strength are little, or much.

 

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It has been said that compared to the starving billions
of people overseas,
that even a poor person in America is rich compared to them.

 

That means that even poor people or people who are weak, or who are besieged by enemy spiritual forces, or beset by problems of other kinds, possibly they should attempt, with God’s help to help other people less fortunate than they are, even if only a little, although the more the better, possibly, if they can manage to do so, and if they so desire to do such.

 


Please see also:

 

Psalm 41, Matthew 5, Matthew 6, Isaiah 58, James 2, Acts, and Psalm 29:1.

 

 

 

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Psa 29:1 [[A Psalm of David.]] Give unto the LORD, O ye mighty, give unto the LORD glory and strength.

 

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Try to be a positive and practical eclectic.

 


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Attempt to live justly.
Love mercy.
Walk humbly with God.

Please see Micah 6:8 in the Old Testament (O.T.) of the Holy Bible

 

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Esteem "Right makes Might",
more than "Might makes Right".

 

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Furthermore, according to either Farmer's Almanac or Poor Richard's Almanac, in an issue possibly dated sometime during this past few decades or so,

 

In colonial America before it seceded successfully from Britain with the American Revolutionary War starting around 1775-1776:

 

In Colonial American grammar allegedly there used to be word contractions of the words, "good", and "Good", (dropping an “o” from each word,

 

With those words allegedly thus becoming changed to the more compact forms,

 

“good” becoming changed by such
grammatical word contracting to be possibly “go’d” instead,

 

And “Good” becoming changed by such word contracting to be being “Go’d” instead.

 


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We then can say:
Praise Great Go'd our King.

 

Laud Great Good our Sovereign.

 

Thank and praise our Lord, Jesus Christ the Messiah, our Mighty Savior and King.

 


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"Our Fathers' God, to thee, Author of Liberty, to thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright, with Freedom's Holy Light;
Protect us by thy Might, great God our King!"

 


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“Mom and me.” Or should I say “Mom and Family.”?
To the tune of "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty":
My mother said to me, "No life or liberty" for you our son.No medical care for you, you who did not go, to Viet Nam."Your beard was what betrayed our land, not our despotic hand,You yellow traitor."
She said she's had me sent to Soviet Russia,To a "simulated American town" within the confines of the "former" Iron Curtain; (It's now being a "new Russia" of the "Russian Federation");
Such town to soon to become not a refuge from totalitarianism anymore, as I progress further to  discover such possible facts.
So then I'll not therefore be allowed to think up any lazy, intellectual thoughts; whether for myself, or for America, or for anywhere else than Russia; or for anywhere else than what my mother calls her "old country"; (which could be anywhere from Transylvania to Austria-Hungary to Nazi Germany to who knows wherever else).
A number of decades ago, while with my mother and two sibling-sisters, i.e., our family, at a summer Bible Camp facility near Puyallup, Washington, after a church-related activity of some kind, such as church services, there was hot chocolate being given out free to everyone, there in the cafeteria. But when I tried to avail myself of it, however, my mother came “online" in my mind again, insinuating that I was "getting something for nothing", again. I had to intellectually "fight" to continue to attempt to partake of it, even though it was apparently freely offered to everyone, i.e., in other words, for no cost to those partaking of it.
She also seems (or should I say "he, my stepfather also seems"?) to be involved with giving my thoughts and designs for products and processes ideas to juvenile delinquents, my social nemeses and social enemies from my high school times, as well as giving such thoughts and design ideas of mine, against my will, to my "adult" personal potential social and ideological/political enemies, including possibly the anti-liberty, and anti-life, Stalinist-Soviet variety of Russians, and possibly those who might be Neo-Nazis of a re-united Germany and elsewhere, as well or instead.
It's the relatively recent concept that nowadays the Russians and other Marxists are only pretending to have adopted capitalism these past few decades; them intending for the near future to re-open the Cold War or even to open a Hot War with the West, with the newly found wealth of their own “Marxist socialistic-capitalism” system; thus with Liberty possibly only nominally espoused (although, perhaps not; since possibly there may be a faction, even hopefully a large faction, that truly believes in respecting Life and Liberty and sincere Good Will toward others; including hopefully all our animal friends as well as human beings); and with such Hot War plans including possibly their Secret Underground Cities and relatedly, possibly their allegedly very much profuse and extensively developed underground subway tunnels system; which would possibly be  being of practical use for such possibilities as a nuclear exchange of nuclear weapons-bearing missiles raining down on each other's citizenry, whereas the West does not seem to have very many of such underground cities and tunnels for the general populace; if any at all, other than limitedly, involving our own subway systems, possibly, or those related to Deep Undergound Military Bases (D.U.M.B.)'s; and their necessary facilities, including allegedly undergound cities of our own country, the United Statesof America (the U.S.A.) with food growing factories and undergroung shops, libraries and universities; but not for the entire country; as allegedly the Russian Federation has for itself and allies; possibly.
My mother seems to act as if it didn't matter; no matter what I've thought of in the way of scientific principles and designs for products and processes, already.
“It will be theirs”; (the Neo-Soviets’s and/or the Neo-Nazis’s and/or the Transylvanians’s and/or  the Satanists and Luciferians; i.e., in other words, those muchly involved with oppression and violent murder and the evil activities of the goddamm devil.).
But it is allegedly all my fault:I grew a beard.
Eventually and allegedly, if I don't work manually, without any intellectuality on my part being permitted to me, (since I possibly am classed as something in the direction of an American “Intellingensia”); thus according to some, if I don't work entirely manually, ( manually without anything "High-Fallutin" according to my mother);  
I'll possibly end up dead.
No matter, whether or not I have osteo-arthritis;No matter, whether or not I have type 2 diabetes.No matter, whether or not I have schizophrenia.No matter, whether or not I possibly have cancer.
I must supposedly work manually for them, no matter what.I am supposedly his "boy": I must do as he says, no matter how old I am, even if I am 67, while he my stepfather is only 8 years older than I am, he becoming such a stepfather after I had spent about ten years by myself with my mother and two sibling-sisters, me being between 10 years old and about 20 years old; without my having had a father figure in our household at all, except for occasional remarks by male friends of our family and by boyfriends of my mother; that 10 years being from following the beginning of my fifth grade in elementary school until after my spending about two years attending Washington State University (WSU) as a Physics major without any girl friend; about 1958-1959 to about 1968-1970.
At WSU, I studied Physics and General Science, but they (my parents and family) do not seem to care.
"You don't work." said my stepfather George ("speaking" either from somewhere inside my mind or spirit, or speaking as the result of his apparent usurping my faculties of verbal speech, or of his usurping of my ability to whisper, or his usurping of my ability to subvocalize); in spite of my recent years' employment at various odd jobs and in spite of my recent efforts to do my ordinary manual household chores, in spite of my physical and soulical and/or spiritual impairments, in my apartment here.
And apparently he (my stepfather) regards me as not working anyways, in spite of my attempting to design, albeit somewhat amateur-ly, many potentially new commercial products and processes: me attempting to design such potential commercial products and processes has been being with the intent of facilitating the following:
1. For hopefully helping with my income needs, since if I were finally able to successfully apply for and to acquire patents for the products that I have been partly beginning to design, then that possible possibility would hopefully help my income by enabling me to submit such ideas to industry for manufacturing such new products without my needing to be fearing that they would either be stealing my ideas in the process of that submitting of ideas, and leaving me with no income-facilitating designs at all, and without them interfering with enabling me to attempt to manufacture, or to have manufactured, those products myself, since my patent rights obtaining could enable those personal financial defense activities to be more likely to be adequate; and:
2. For my attempting to help civilization in general, even with my only partial college education being so "incomplete"; including however, my having had some coursework in mathematics and science.
3. "Ideas are a dime a dozen", he my stepfather says; but intra-soulically anyways, my opinions don’t seem to count to him.
4. "It's not so much how much you are paid that matters, but how hard you work", he says.
5. With that though, he, the “online” version of my stepfather George; he sometimes seems to possibly be being an acquaintance or spiritual relative of Simon Legree of Uncle Tom's Cabin fame, a book written by Harriet Beecher Stowe during the times before and leading up to the U.S. Civil War period, about how slavery affected the slaves and about how one slave owner, Simon Legree, as far as I remember reading about it now, was apparently particularly cruel in his mistreatment of his slaves.
Those slaves were probably primarily "negros", i.e., in other words, black "African-Americans", as they allegedly prefer to be called nowadays; although my mother seems to like the term, “negros”, anyways; although I like to refer to them as they allegedly desire to be referred to as, namely, to use that particular “Black African-Americans” terminology; although perhaps my mother is simply unaware of what more up-to-date names are preferred by them, to be used by others in referring to them, although perhaps she persists in using the older terminology for other reasons.

Each of those potential slaves was allegedly probably captured against his/her will, from their native environment in Africa; and then each, along with the others on the ship, was transported across the vast, dangerous ocean against his/her will, on filthy, dangerous slave-trade ships, and then if, ("if" since many such captured future slaves apparently died en route to America, due to disease, or mistreatment, or other reasons). And then if and when they arrived in America, they were forced to work as slaves with not much pay, or with no pay at all, for the work that they were required to do, on the plantations there, mainly in the Southern States of the Union; which were mostly "pro-slavery"-oriented states.
Or at least he, my stepfather, from time to time, has been seeming, or is seeming, to be portrayed as such a potential slave owner, in my mind, by someone.
Could it have been an incompletely informed spirit, or an evil spirit, or an incompletely informed, or even an evil, psychologist or an evil psychiatrist who has been portraying him as such?
Thus, possibly he has been only portrayed, by such possibly evil, or by incompletely informed people, as having such a disposition as such a slave owner's disposition, when he actually possibly does not have such a disposition to such an extreme degree, although he has, however, externally in outward reality behaviors anyways, from time to time, been somewhat seeming to be on the verge of being somewhat impetuous or belligerent, and somewhat seeming to be overbearing.
However, portrayed by who knows whom? And with who knows what? With drugs, computer electronics software and circuitry, special procedural techniques, or what?

My mother Dorie, and my stepsister Debbie also either have been actually somewhat intra-soulically (or more than somewhat) evil towards me, or have been seeming to be portrayed as very intra-soulically evilly inclined towards me;
Although my mother Dorie of course should be thanked for her raising us kids in general and for financially for the most part supporting us kids with room and board after our father Larry died when I was only two years old; and after our first stepfather Bill and she had fights with each other to the point of her taking us kids to the Pacific Northwest region to get away from such difficulties when I was only 10 years old until I was about 20 years old and through almost two years of college at Washington State University, when she moved to Alaska with my two sisters, getting married again, this time to our chronologically second stepfather George; and when I visited her and them during vacation periods while at WSU, and later, for about 5 months after those four years down here in the eastern part of Washington state over there at WSU in Pullman, Washington had transpired; me afterwards being employed by my stepfather George in his boat-building shop up there in Alaska out on the end of Homer Spit out in the middle of Kachemak Bay for 5 months, after which 5 months I was fired from that job of my having worked for him, working for him as a general employee, doing such activities as doing courier work to retrieve for example, boat parts from nearby businesses on the Kenai Peninsula, photography of the boats as they were being built, janitorial work cleaning up the shop, and miscellaneous other tasks, including installing a CB radio antenna on the roof of the shop building, and including my painting the exterior of the shop building with paint that his father Clarence showed me how to stir and mix thoroughly with a good method.
He, George, however, did help me to get in touch with a military friend of his who had an old vintage WWII 1945 Willys Jeep for sale for $400. And since I had the pay from painting the shop building and general employment with the boat building business of his, I was able to afford to purchase that jeep for to be my very own vehicle. It was the first vehicle that I had ever owned, except for bicycles that I had owned, earlier in my life.

Of recent decades, Debbie has also however been outwardly very helpful to me, both materially with many material Christmas gifts and birthday gifts, and has been mostly encouraging towards me, motivationally, although at various other times she has seemed to be not respecting of my efforts at being independently opinioned and at being aspirational.
Also, one of my other siblings, Deni, has been alluded to as if she were using Marijuana on a regular basis to somehow gain access to my supposedly secret thoughts, including, apparently, access to my scientific and technical thoughts, that I have desired to use myself only, for doing hopefully unique research towards applying for U.S. utility patents concerning potentially useful new scientific/technical processes, and/or for applying for U.S.design patents for commercial products; for hopefully making money for myself to support myself with, financially;
And for hopefully helping, potentially at least, to benefit life-protecting and liberty-protecting and compassion-for-the-poor-and-infirm-and-destitute-human beings-and-compassion-for-the-poor-and-infirm-and-destitute-animals-and for attempting to help defend and protect Libertarian Good Willed Civilization on Earth, whether American or otherwise.

Anyways, she my sister (sibling) Deni, however, has been accused by someone communicating with me in my mind and/or spirit (Was it actually the Holy Spirit? Or was it an evil spirit?); as accessing my thoughts and ideas by Marijuana use thusly (if that is possible), and then selling such ideas to other people, even selling my ideas to "the Russians", allegedly for $70 apiece. (Apparently, the more thoughts that I think up, the more remunerative it is for her.)
However, I did not give her permission to use those ideas that I have thought up; and I had hoped to use them for making money for my own income; for me to eventually thereby to become at least as "self-supporting" as could be feasible:
1. Whether I have had "fleeting glimpses" varieties of conceptual thoughts; i.e., in other words, only "instant inspiration" concerning scientific concepts, or concerning designs for products and processes that occur to me "out of the blue", seemingly without much effort on my part being involved; or:
2. Whether I have spent more time on such ideas, even albeit somewhat amateurly, doing at least some intellectual working on such ideas, even though, only almost to the point of my not using my partially completed college education that much while attempting to do so.
She therefore has been portrayed as thusly stealing my intellectual property from me, even stealing ideas that could, potentially at least, if patented and defended successfully in the U.S. patent litigation courts adequately; that could be worth millions of dollars each; or possibly worth billions of dollars each.
Additionally however, and very probably not true insinuations, there have been "thought-voices" in my head that keep insinuating that the actual figures of what my ideas and designs have become worth have amounted to trillions of dollars of total commercial value, figures such as $40 trillion to$100 trillion, now “$155 trillion”, were referred to more than just a few times.
But perhaps obviously, bad spirits are only trying to feed my self-esteem excessively, by saying such comments as those comments within my "hearing" of those comments being discussed. Then even repeating them as if they were something true, over and over again.
Possibly they are trying to get me to believe their half-truths and possible their outright lies by repeating those allegations over and over, thusly.
Whatever the actual amounts of the financial worth of those hopefully patentable ideas could be though, my “losing” them seems to be a very large waste of resources.
I do not know however, whether or not such an activity of obtaining access to a person's personal thoughts (and possibly also access to a person's memories) is possible to do, using Marijuana, or not.
Possibly relatedly, during my junior high school times, my mother being at work after we kids got home from school, I once had a fight with that particular sister (“Deni”, or “Denielle” back then). During that fight, she threw me headlong into the "full-length" vertically-extending mirror in the bathroom of our family's very little approximately 5 to 7 small rooms small old house across the street from the Presbyterian church that my mother was then organist for. Being thusly propelled by her, my head cracked the mirror, as far as I remember it now, when my sister threw me into the mirror.
Regretfully though, during that same fight, I ended up striking her, quite ignorantly, with my albeit quasi-obese-weakling feebly-strengthed clenched fist, overhand with a direct blow to the top mid section of her breast area, my not knowing then, that such an area of the human female body is sensitive to touch and pain. I later was told that in a female it is so delicately configured there that it is similar to the sensitivity and engenderable pain concerning a human male's testicle area, if someone were to strike a male person there. I did not know that then, however; me being a fatherless boy ever since our father died when I was two years old, (except for having a stepfather off and on until I was about 10 years old after which time period my mother and first stepfather had fights with each other even to point of them throwing plates of food at each other during supper, and my mother had other problems concerning him, eventually resulting in my mother moving with us kids to elsewhere and later her getting a divorce from him); and neither my mother nor anyone else discussed such matters with me concerning it's not being permissible to strike a female on the breast or chest region of her body, even in a fight with her.
Being such a son of a one-parent family with my mother at work mostly all of the time during the day after I got home from school and in the evening times when she taught piano lessons to various people for additional income, and being somewhat naturally timid and shy, and during those times being overweight even if only somewhat overweight (although I am now 67+ years old, almost 68 years old, and hopefully only temporarily almost “morbidly” obese at around 300# weight); back during those times being such a fatherless boy, and not having much if any at all success at befriending girls enough for any of them to become my girl friend, I often spent a lot of time at home alone. Thus I did not learn about female breast areas’ sensitivity, either from parental instruction, nor from peer conversations, nor from any experiential activity at all.
Possibly related to that, during one particular junior high school Physical Education (PE) class period back then, a fellow student, named John, started to grab delinquently, and potentially maliciously, at my testicles through my gym shorts and pinched on those to the point of its hurting me. I tried to prevent him from further pinching on me to cause such pain, by my lying on my stomach on the gym floor, with my groin underneath me so that possibly he could not reach my testicles as well. Fortunately, a teacher came by and came to my aid.
Perhaps it served me right though, my having struck my sister on her breast area there, ignorantly or not; for me to have been subjected to such a pain myself as well as her, my sibling-sister. Although, as to whether or not the PE class incident came before or after the at-home-fight with my sibling, I do not remember or know the facts concerning it.
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The power of the human imagination is said to be vast, even relative to the capability of powerful computers.
What has been, or what is, or what can be, therefore, the power of an angelic imagination, if they have such, what is the power of such an angelic imagination; since mankind, according to the Holy Bible has been created "a little lower than the angels"?
A little lower, that is, possibly, with reference to wisdom, knowledge and strength.
Possibly both the angels on God's side, and also the fallen angels on Lucifer's or Satan the Devil's side, thusly with their imaginations alone could portray such a person's relatives that way, therefore; they possibly having "watched them all their lives"; (which is a phrase from the book, War on the Saints by Jessie Penn-Lewis and Evan Roberts, Christian Literature Crusade, possibly P.O. box 1449, Fort Washington, Pennsylvania 19034).

The basic concept is that evil spirits watch us human beings closely while we are living our lives; and then after we eventually die, or possibly even before we die; our personalities, even if containing personal and family secrets, are represented or mis-represented to our living posterity to lead them astray or for to further whatever other purpose may be intended by those evil spirits; which, according to that book titled, War on the Saints (WOTS) by Jessie Penn-Lewis and Evan Roberts; which is what that book claims.
Such a concept is also somewhat referred to in the book, The Holy Spirit and You by Reverend Dennis and Rita Bennett, two Episcopalian charismatics of Seattle, Washington during the late 1960s:
The concept discussed in that book is that the demons know what you're looking for when you seek to involve yourself with telepathic communication, and that they then bring you the information you are seeking, made to order, made to seem as though you have acquired "real-time", "live" telepathic connections with other people yourself; when in actuality it is only the demons who have such telepathic abilities, they only making it seem as though you have acquired such abilities yourself.
In another book, The Spiritual Man by Watchman Nee, it also speaks of evil spirits' telepathic abilities, and mankind's lack of such abilities, saying: "They possess an ability to communicate with man's mind, which man does not possess."
That assertion concerning the relative capabilities of the human mind compared to the primitive computers of yesteryear, however, does not seem to cover how much might have been possible in the recent past, or what might either be possible now or be possible in the near or distant future even with "ordinary" personal computers; not to speak of what might be possible with supercomputers.
Potentially these could be wielded by either evil totalitarian human soulish "cyber-neurologists", or wielded by evil fallen angels, demons; which are of Satan, the devil;
Or wielded by human evil spirits (if that supposed ability to manipulate and wield computers is possible to do), as spirits, independently of the actions and activities of their souls and/or bodies; which it may not be possible so to do, since possibly for a spirit to have interactability in the material world, it possibly may need to have a body of some kind; That is said, me not knowing very much about whatever the truth is concerning spirits and souls and bodies and the material world and the spiritual world.

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A number of years ago, the local news told of a man who was murdered out in the county because, the radio broadcast said, "He wouldn't work". The radio broadcast then said, ("Too bad...").
About a few decades ago, on my bicycle, I wandered around out in the county myself, possibly, as far as I remember it now, Looking for Employment.

While after I had stopped for a rest alongside the road next to a farm though, an elderly man met me and said to me,
"You aren't a Jew, are you?”
I didn't know what to say in response to that comment of his; and I therefore possibly mumbled something to him in response; but I wondered what he had meant by his saying that; and I mulled it over to myself later, possibly, pondering as to its possible meanings.
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And with every new thought, you'll be forever a blot on America.
Then, or now, all your productivity will be allegedly for the community, or for the Workers, for "the Proletariat"; whether a democratic Life-respecting, Liberty respecting, Voluntary good will towards others respecting Proletariat or whether otherwise.
No matter, whether or not they respect freedom or whether or not they spare life.
"It will be them, the Marxist or Neo-Marxist socialists, or the Neo Nazis, or the Transylvanians, or the witchcrafts-oriented Satanists, becoming more powerful, quasi-egalitarian, possibly pseudo-egalitarian, possibly ruled again by an oligarchian clique of Inner Party members; although admittedly them not necessarily being automatically un-interested in attempting to promote the Public Good on all topics (since they conceivably might be somewhat sincerely attempting to promote the general welfare of the population; but with, as before 1989, when there may have been much moral corruption within their ranks, and much intra-party power struggling going on, and with suppression of opposing groups and opposing individuals within the general population, even to the point of gross violations of human rights to life and liberty allegedly going on; there being mass murders of members of the Public; with allegedly 20-35 million persons having been murdered by the government in Josef Stalinist Soviet Union; and 60 million persons having been murdered in Mao Tse Tung's China; and possibly 2 million people having been murdered in Pol Pot's Cambodia).
Therefore, it may be better instead to re-assess the concept that such oligarchian Marxist-socialist ruling class members worked generally for the overall good of the populace; for example, especially if any residues remain in the world of whatever caused such heinous debacles of murder in recent world history as thus the following:
1. The undocumented claim that allegedly 20 to 35 million people were murdered by the government in Stalinist/Marxist/Communist/Soviet Russia; or
2. The undocumented claims that 11 million people were murdered by the government in Hitlerian/Sangerian/Nazi Germany, 6 million of whom were Jews; and with World War II that allegedly was started by Germany taking between 50 million and possibly more than 70 million lives total; or:
3. The undocumented claim that 60 million people were murdered by the government in Mao Tse Tungian/Marxist/Communist China; and
4. The undocumented claim that 2 million people were murdered by the government in Pol-Pot-ian/Marxist/Communist Cambodia;

Thus it may be worthwhile to attempt to re-consider from a better perspective such topics of whether or not such oligarchian Inner Party members actually sincerely believed very much in doing good for the general population,
Rather than in them mostly being involved with considering other, possibly more selfish ends,
Or them being overpowered by coercive, violent, clever, powerful evil dictatorial persons who possibly forced themselves on such inner party members, who then did similar murderings amongst the general population.
Although perhaps many social programs helpful to the poor and infirm and to the general public were able to be afforded by the fact that there were governments which paid for such programs apparently by taxation of the populace, which in those cases, happened to be socialist governments.
However, other varieties of governments, such as capitalist governments, can also provide help to the poor and infirm with helpful governmental programs without murdering the opposition.
Or is that not the case either?

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Back to some of my spiritual, soulical and other types of personal problems:
"And it's all your fault," my mother effectively says as a thought-voice in my mind, my speaking of it now in this essay.
"You grew a beard", as if growing a beard were somehow a felony in itself.
"You chose." said my stepsister, very much seeming to be being heartless and unforgiving towards me, as well.
"You didn't go to Viet Nam." she said, referring possibly to my lack of diligence and timeliness in informing my draft board of my whereabouts following four years of university studying at WSU except without obtaining as yet then a degree from there; and when the money for returning home to my home state after such schooling was over was possibly not available until later on in the summer, after summer school was over. I was reclassified from being a 2-S during university to being a 1-A sometime that final Spring of the school year to being a 1-H after I wrote to my draft board upon finally arriving home in my home state of Alaska around August of that year of 1971.
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"You grew a beard."
"You didn't go to Viet Nam."
Her boyfriend Rick went to there, but my head has too much hair.
Too much to suit them, anyways.

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Some platitudes that come to mind:

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Hold Princi-ples higher than Princi-pals, but be thankful for Principals who believe in and defend worthwhile Principles.
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Also be thankful for the concept that God is allegedly one such Principal, and possibly the main Defender of such worthwhile Principles, even allegedly a very Mighty and possibly the Mightiest, such Defender of such worthwhile Principles, such as the Principles of Respect for Life and Liberty; defending Justice and Mercy for all, and promoting voluntary unselfish agape'-love and true concern for the well-being of others, particularlythe less fortunate, including the animals; as well as the human beings.

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Give praise and thanks where helpful.

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To those of us who are weak or besieged by enemy spiritual forces, or beset by troubles of other kinds, then possibly we can “run to the name of the Lord” for it allegedly is, according to the book of Proverbs, “a strong tower” into which we may run for safety.
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Pro 18:10 The name of the LORD [is] a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe.
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To those of us who perceive ourselves as in conditions that are stronger than those conditions however,
Who are to some extent stronger than being weak, or stronger than unmanageably being crippled or unendurablybeing besieged by enemy spiritual forces, or being unmanageably plaguedby other problems or stressed excessivelyin other ways,
We according to the Holy Bible are possibly are encouraged to “give unto the Lord” (or possibly to “give unto the Lord’s work”) power and strength, apparently to whatever extent we might be having such power and strength to give in the first place, whether that power and strength are little, or much.
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It has been said that compared to the starving billions of people overseas,that even a poor person in America is rich compared to them.
That means that even poor people or people who are weak, or who are besieged by enemy spiritual forces, or beset by problems of other kinds, possibly they should attempt, with God’s help to help other people less fortunate than they are, even if only a little, although the more the better, possibly, if they can manage to do so, and if they so desire to do such.

Please see also:
Psalm 41, Matthew 5, Matthew 6, Isaiah 58, James 2, Acts, and Psalm 29:1.
 
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Psa 29:1 [[A Psalm of David.]] Give unto the LORD, O ye mighty, give unto the LORD glory and strength.
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Try to be a positive and practical eclectic.

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Esteem "Right makes Might", more than "Might makes Right".
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Furthermore, according to either Farmer's Almanac or Poor Richard's Almanac, in an issue possibly dated sometime during this past few decades or so,
In colonial America before it seceded successfully from Britain with the American Revolutionary War starting around 1775-1776:
In Colonial American grammar allegedly there used to be word contractions of the words, "good", and "Good", dropping an “o” from each word,
With those words allegedly thus becoming changed to the more compact forms,
“good” becoming changed by such grammatical word contracting to be possibly “go’d” instead,
And “Good” becoming changed by such word contracting to be being “Go’d” instead.

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We then can say:Praise Great Go'd our King.
Laud Great Good our Sovereign.
Thank and praise our Lord, Jesus Christ the Messiah, our Mighty Savior and King.

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"Our Fathers' God, to thee, Author of Liberty, to thee we sing:Long may our land be bright, with Freedom's Holy Light;Protect us by thy Might, great God our King!"

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