an early emissary from Islam to the Vikings,
and a latter-day response
from a son of Vikings, Levites, and Christians,
calling for the sons of Abraham to unite
in forgiveness and peace
(A *very* rough draft. Still gonna send it up the flagpole, as is, for now.)
A call for peace and unity, written by a citizen of Canada, of European heritage through my fathers, and Levitical/Abrahamic heritage through my mothers. I served in Military Intelligence units in the United States Army National Guard, and stood down and withdrew into the Inactive Reserves for the the Gulf Wars, until honorably discharged, rather than wade into an unjust conflict and harm innocent peoples. For the basis of my confidence that 9/11 was not caused by Muslims, but was instead rumor of war and pretense generated by those who benefit from war, see elsewhere on this site, or any numerous posts by myself in public forums, stating and documenting that Muslims were not the instigators of the supposed war on terror.
I suggest starting by reading the early chapter in Odin's Toga on this site, titled "The Day All Hell Broke Loose," a reference to the first Viking attack in history, and a reference to two planes toppling towers centuries later in the 9/11 tragedy New York City. And then considering the account of Arab emissary Ibn Fadlan, cited later in that same account.
My initial gut analysis of the "war on terror," what Malcolm Gladwell might call Blink, was...that the war was a bogus pretense (in America, under the Constitution, the executive branch has no legal authority to declare war), based on a false-flag operation (Muslims didn't do it, but were made the scapegoat). And rather than being shipped off to fight unjust wars in a war without borders that seemed to have no end, and rather than harm innocent people, I requested my National Guard unit (a military intelligence linguistics unit) to downgrade my status to Inactive Reserves. At the time I said and did that, sergeants in my unit, which had the previous summer elected me soldier of the year, scorned my decision to withdraw. After receiving authorized transfer to the inactive reserves, as I packed up my things at my unit to leave, one of the sergeants assembled with others shook his said saying in essence, "you do this after what we elected you to be?" (A few months prior, I had been elected soldier of the year of Headquarters, Headquarters Company.)
At the same approximate juncture, my brother closest to me in age and friendship essentially claimed I was being an unpatriotic coward. Years later, after well over 100,000 Iraqi nationals had died (some estimate over half a million), he returned and admitted that my gut assessment of the situation had instead been accurate - and that the war had been an unjustified farce (as, I must add, are virtually all wars). My college studies in social sciences, culminating in a political-science class on "The Dilemmas of War and Peace" offered at Thomas Edison State, confirmed my earlier assessment, as did the likes of "In Plane Sight."
When I received news in America what Military Intelligence troops, specifically linguistics units, had cooperated and been complicit with, in places like Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo Bay, and in various rendition sites throughout the world, I was grateful to have no role in such things. And wished I had evidence back then to stay/sway an unjust conflict. When word arrived that a Mormon specialist from Arizona supposedly killed herself over what she saw (and objected to) happening there, after considering the matter, I concluded that she had *not* taken her own life, but had been silenced. (Shooting *yourself* with an M16 is highly unlikely, not to mention what her family said of her temperament and values.) Cui bono.
When I initially stood down, however, I had no factual basis for doing so. Other than a gut check that this conflict wasn't right. Trusting impressions of the spirit, something my father had taught me to trust. It took years to gather an extensive amount of evidence, a warchest, if you will, that later sustained and helped me understand/appreciate that initial impression to stand down.
- It took years to realize that without a Congressional declaration of war (which Congress hasn't declared since the 1940's), no U.S. troop or contractor was required or authorized to harm a soul in a foreign land, and that by abrogating the Constitution by marching to war without Congressional declaration of war, could be subject to domestic military justice, or international law.
- The anthrax scare in the wake of 9/11 attacked legistlators, judges, and the media. It challenged every bastion of American freedom except the executive branch, which is notable when one considers the source of that grade of anthrax.
- It concerned me considerably that the anthrax used against U.S. officials and the American media was discovered to be U.S. military grade.
- It concerned me even more that when the grade of anthrax was discovered (U.S. military grade), the American media almost immediately drew a cone of silence around the anthrax investigation. Whoever one deems to have been behind the curtain of that *internal* terror campaign, had sadly cowed the American media. And America's independent/free media, the unofficial 4th branch of a free government, seemed to enter a tragic vow of silence and misinformation.
I apologize, on behalf of the faith in which I was raised, for the lawyers and businessmen who claimed to be of my faith, who offered the executive branch what they deemed to be legal justification for torture in violation of decency and the Geneva Convention. And for businessmen who claimed to be of my faith who guided and profited by such things, even at Abu Ghraib. I make embarassing mistakes sometimes. And am ebarassed by theirs. I disavow belonging to any such faith that would advocate and profit from the torture and unjust confinement of people, and who profit from such, especially torture and extended confinement (which itself is torture) of those who had not even caused the 9/11 conflict. Rather than condemnation, I hope such people see the error of their ways, and promptly seek to make amends with the people and peoples they have offended, and then wheel into formation with the faith that I *do* love.
Until that matter is resolved, for now, I choose to stand with those who truly were and are of my faith Alyssa Peterson, such a a young linguist whose life and promising career were taken from her. She held the same rank that I held when I stood down from my military service. An appropriate rank for Alyssa, because she *was* and is a Specialist...whose specialty was justice, mercy, and compassion for supposed enemies who were wrongfully shot, killed, imprisoned, and otherwise mistreated.
Alyssa epitomizes Jesus of Nazareth's injunction to pray for our enemies, and illustrates *why* doing so bears important fruit...for the healing of hearts, among all nations. She is numbered with the prophet Joseph, and the New Testament witness Stephen, and with medieval/ancient Christians and Jews, and people of *every* nation and *every* faith who laid down their lives rather than surrender the truest of principles, which boil down to love for God, and for ones fellow mortals. She embodies the best traits of Abrahamic martyrs throughout history, and military officer Alexander Doniphan, who stood down refused to shed/add any more blood to the altar of martyrs that John saw, the ones who patiently pled with God, "How long...?"
In June of 921 AD, in the midst of the Viking Age, an emissary named Ibn Fadlan, departed Baghdad, commissioned by his Caliph, on a mission to the Bulgars to their northwest. Eleven months later, he arrived at the Bulgar capital, to instruct them in Islam. (He also later wrote extensively on the Vikings he spent a lengthy amount of his time abroad visiting.) In true tourist fashion, he belittled the customs of the people, including the Bulgars' repetition of prayer (reminiscent of NT, and suggesting Bulgars were practicing Muslims), and offered corrections on other religious matters. Apparently, the kingdom there, or at least some of the rulers, had accepted Islam. And they notably complained that Ibn Fadlan had arrived from the Caliph without the money they had been promised. Whatever one deems that to mean.
The context is this. Adjoining the Bulgar kingdom was a kingdom of Khazars, even known by the Chinese. They were a mix of peoples of various languages, ethnic origins, and religions, similar to America of today. In the 700's AD, the same century as the start of the Viking Age, the Khazars converted to Judaism, and become a great kingdom.
And subsequently adjoining them were the Rus vikings on the north, and kindred river-vikings on the western flank of the Bulgars and Khazars.
A few decades after Ibn Fadlan's mission to Bulgaria, the Bulgarians and the Rus (early Russ-ians) succeeded in toppling the Khazar kingdom that had stood as a bastion of Judaism for two centuries. As great a shock to some Jews of the diaspora as the fall of Jerusalem had been centuries earlier. So the Viking kingdom of the Rus, and the once-Muslim kingdom of the Bulgars, and Viking allies from other directions, sadly combined to end a Jewish nation.
In response, over a thousand years later, I offer this for consideration. Vikings (Europeans/Americans/Latin Americans), Muslims, and Jews share a common heritage, and no longer have just cause to fight. First, our heritage in faith (whether Muslim or Jewish or Christian) points to Abraham as a pillar of a righteous man of God, whose descendants were promised to be a blessing to those around them. Second, I submit that all three cultures (Germanic/Muslim/Jewish) derive literally and figuratively from shared Semitic forefathers. (We are brothers, sons of Abraham.) Again, the promise made to Abraham was that his descendants *shall be* a blessing to mankind. As in, "Thou shalt.., you will..."
In 1976, when I was twelve years old, three things happened, that would later converge.
- A book called the Thirteenth Kingdom was published, offering one perspective on a medieval Jewish kingdom, claiming that the Ashkenazi Jews descended from the supposedly non-Semitic Khazars. Whether one agrees with the author's methodology or interpretation, the author's stated intent was to end racism and anti-Semitism.
- I received the priesthood of Aaron, by the laying on of hands from my father, and was ordained a deacon. Forty years later, I would realize that I descend from Levites (French-speaking Leavitts) through my mother.
- A conference of Christians was held in Copenhagen, Denmark, after which a prophet, and an apostle, and two representatives of the Seventy felt the need to visit Our Lady cathedral in Copenhagen, to see the original statues of twelve apostles and of the Kristus kept there. I won't describe here what happened there that day, but I suggest that others investigate carefully.
Seven years later, I was called to serve as a missionary in the Copenhagen Denmark mission. And among my earliest teaching experiences there was the privilege of teaching a very kind Muslim about the message I had been sent thousands of miles to share. Over a year later, towards the supposed end of my mission ministry to Denmark, I knocked on the apartment door of one young gentleman, who also happened to be Muslim. I told him we had a message to share with him. (This was during Western/Muslim tensions that would soon culminate in the Libyan hostage crisis.) During this time, the gentleman whose door I had knocked on invited us to meet him not far from there, outside what was either a mosque or a Muslim school, or both. My companion and I were led onto the property, down the outside stairs to a dark entry, where I paused for a moment in prayer to ensure we were doing the right thing, and received confirmation that all would be well, with no clarification of whether that meant our missiion there was about to end or not. That was sufficient, and I stepped across the dark threshold. We were escorted through long dark halls and what appeared to be a large washing/showering area, and an occasional room off to either side. At the end of the long dark hall, we were ushered into a small downstairs room that had light, and was packed with elderly, middle-aged, and young Muslim men.
And we were then invited to share our message. There being somewhat of a language gap for some there who spoke very little Danish or English, we illustrated our message using a picture notebook, testifying of a latter-day prophet named Joseph called by Jesus Christ, of angelic visitations, and of the Book of Mormon. And we proceed slowly enough to allow some of them to interpret, and to relay the occasional question and answer through Arabic.
Shortly afterward, we thanked them for their time, and were politely escorted back out of the darkened hallway.
Years later, I had what I thought was a privilege of working in sales at a health and beauty company, fielding inbound sales calls. Peoples from Asia, Africa, Europe, Latin America, the South Pacific, and the Middle East worked there, some in isolation (fx. one of the Asian groups) having no interaction, and not speaking any English. During what would become my last few days there, I asked two of the Muslim young coworkers there if I might visit their mosque soon, to which they readily said yes, and we agreed to solidify the when/where soon. In that same week, a coworker of Jewish descent, asked for my help. one who I had previously had several dicussions about him perhaps helping me build a business I was in the process of
launching on the side. A virtual travel experience. He mentioned to me having taken a virtual tour of Auschwitz, and explained how profoundly that experienced moved him. The week in question, he said his brother was in serious trouble, was being held, and needed my help. And I agreed to meet him in the near future on the day he requested. Then, the company announced an upcoming heritage day, and invited us to enter desserts into a taste competition. I offered to bake/bring Danish pastry (I called it Valkyrie Pastry)...something I had loved in Europe, and which I had often wanted to try making, and wanted others there to be able to experience. However, in response to my offer, the company rep said I had to choose whether to *submit* my entry as an American dish, or as a cultural/ethnic dish. I politely replied that it was both, since America was a cultural/ethnic melting pot. They insisted that I choose. I replied that I ethically couldn't but would be happy to enter a separate plate of identical pastry in *both* categories, and if that didn't suffice would simply bring it to work and share it with my coworkers in the sales team there. I politely replied that my coworkers, the cultural groups calling America their new home, might not appreciate being forced to submit to a choice between heritage and America.
Word had already spread of my making friends with Muslims, and of my impending visit to a mosque. And apparently also of my scheduled visit to help a Jewish coworker who was, per his brother, being held against his will by someone. And this manufactured divisiveness over dessert, and its errant cultural classifications, was apparently one of the final straws for HR. Despite having a solid closing ratio in sales, I was notified by HR that they were angry. And was called into their office to essentially be scolded. And received a call later that day (via phone) with zero notice that my assignment there was done, and was asked not to return to the building (not even to get books on my desk that I had been reading during lunch breaks.)
According to HR that day, the receptionist claimed to HR that I had misrepresented myself that day as the manager of a placement agency in order to get a tour of the building. I had not at *all* represented myself that way, as I walking through that lobby for months, greeting that receptionist each time I saw him, typically only to be ignored by, and had been daily serving that company as a temp-to-hire worker, handling their incoming sales calls. More to the point of representing myself accurately, during the personalized tour received on that weekday (my day off), I specifically pointed out to the nice lady of Japanese heritage (her role: reponsible for quality) who gave me the tour, the cubicle where my manager (her coworker, a sales team lead) sat, there in the middle of the call floor as we walked by.
Will need to rewrite this, but:
Coworkers near the airport - Muslim coworkers there had agreed to let me visit their mosque. Management got wind of the crosscultural blending that was beginning to happen there. Where there was apparently a preferece to keep peoples for the most part in their own distrustful cultural silos. There was a discrepancy on my time sheet, and I asked politely for a reconciliation, and a second time politely several days later, (something which, if my calculations were correct, called the fairness of clock-in machines used by a hundred workers from six continents into question - a potential extrapolation which I suspected...but hadn't voiced.). At the same juncture, they learned of my previous role within the Department of Labor, and my encounters with Gadianton types there, and my service within military intelligence units, and an encounter with a corrupt judge insisting on a bribe and my take on operation wrinkled robe. Despite having a high sales closing ratio, I was terminate, apparently in part, over an unwillingness to be shoehorned into classifying a Danish dessert into either an "American" or an "Ethnic" category. I politely said it was rightfully both American *and* ethnic, as was *any* food in the melting pot of America. I wouldn't/couldn't ethically align with either false dichotomy. And when they said I *had* to choose one category or the other, I politely said I'd simply enter my dessert into both categories, and bring a separate place for each, since both were true. Or would simply bring it and share it quietly within my team. I did suggest that the ethnic/cultural mixes in that building, some of which lacked a common language to communicate (Asian, Latin American, African, South Pacific...) likely wouldn't appreciate being forced to say they *weren't* American simply because they acknowledged being part of one of the many cultures that makes up America.
(I was notified the next day, on my day off, by HR, that they were angry with me for requesting/accepting a tour of the building, and for requesting contact info for a male coworker in need. Had been ushered into HR for that discussion, immediately after a no-show retirement benefits meeting, where the scheduled speaker, supposedly also named John Nelson, never showed up. Oddly, I was the only worker on the sales floor invited to that meeting. Whereupon I was oddly invited to stand up and present my financial plan, which I declined to do, (as it had nothing to do with their business). The other half dozen or so attendees at that odd brief meeting were from the likes of Marketing, Research, and Accounting.
When I asked HR one of the people over sales there why they were angry, they claimed it was because I had requested and accepted a tour of the facility (even though it was all done off the clock), and because I requested the address (through *their* HR office) of a male coworker/team member (the one who happened to be of Jewish descent...who had told me in tears that his brother was in dire trouble...and needed my help. A coworker who, the morning we were supposed to meet wasn't answering his phone, so I needed an address to try to locate him to go knock on his door.)
So being interested/engaged enough in the place I worked at to request and accept a tour of our building was supposedly cause for termination. As was trying to reach out and help a coworker whose brother reportedly needed help. And to this day, my wife, mother, brother, and children use that termination, of what was already a temp assignment, as the final nail in the coffin, supposed proof that I am of no value as a worker, and am somehow too unstable to hold down a paying job. Whether I am an unstable element as they claim, or a noble gas, as others claim, or some combination...a shape-shifting element that spans the Periodic Table, I'll let each reader determine.
And then I started to apply the principle embedded in words associated with the company's identity, and started to do "basic research." It was only later that I noticed how odd it was that one couldn't simply enter the company's lobby (as one can in most places of business). It was instead a secured building. And getting access to any part of the building, including the lobby required having a security badge that could be scanned, or waiting for the receptionist to recognize you standing outside, and choosing to buzz you in. And I wondered why a company in the health and beauty industry would need to keep the public at arms' length like that.
The clincher clue that eventually led to that realization was this: one of the odd phone calls I received from a potential customer claimed the main product, ...begining with a word meaning "serum", and ending in the word...vital, was made of embryos. And I thought at first that it was a crank call. But from that inkling, I eventually realized why the Asian team (Korean, IIRC) was the only team assigned to the lockdown bottling area, a team that, according to my tour, didn't speak English. They had been brought over as a sub community to work in isolation from everyone else.
But later exploration of the small-print ingredients on the product box, and discussion with others with medical/scientific background and further research, demonstrated the caller to have spoken the truth. The building blocks of their flagship product was human remains. Essentially, Soylent Green. Which reminded me of what prison guards tried to do to an imprisoned Joseph Smith - the prophet who shortly before his death, and what would become the reason some secretly combined to have him killed, would advocate in his political platform for the honorable release/redemption of every slave in America. Something boldly and publicy advocated a mere seven years after Elijah Lovejoy had been killed nearby for advocating the end of slavery.
The guards had reportedly tried to make the prophet and his companions in jail eat human flesh. Likely to let them know afterward, in an attempt to humiliate and dishearten them, and an attempt to discredit them with believers and nonbelievers alike. False claims of cannibalism have been tossed at Jews and Christians for generations, pretense for stealing and killing people of Abrahamic faith. It was in such a context that the following happened, as reported by an apostle who shared the cell with Joseph.
When I discovered what the secret ingredient of the product in question was, and that it was also an ingredient in some energy drinks, I immediately stopped taking the company's product. And when offered an energy drink (while working demolition/construction in a different county for a different company a few weeks later), I declined.
I was troubled to have worked for a company (ca. 3 months) that profited from dead infants, and the lab cultivation of their remains. The workplace I had originally appreciated as a melting pot of peoples and languages, was at its core, a petri dish of the remains of innocents.
In 1850, as the first apostle to Denmark was enroute on a lengthy trip to Denmark, the Danish government passed a refreshing Scandinavian law granting all Danish citizens religious freedom, the right to choose their own faith. It was an outgrowth of much-early fortified sanctuary cities like Fredericia, where the king had invited Jews to come help build a prosperous city. And a foreshadowing of heroic Danes' roles in saving Jews from the Holocaust. And of Denmark later welcoming many Muslim refugees, several of which I had the privilege to meet while serving there. In 1856, the Nelson family moved from Sweden to Denmark, likely in part to benefit from the religious freedom in Denmark that other Scandinavian nations did not yet enjoy. In 1858, they were baptized into the LDS church. And their son (my great-great grandfather) would later marry a Danish woman there. Over three decades later, they would leave for America...some of which would subsequently continue on to Canada, where I was eventually born. And before leaving the Seattle area for Utah, I had the privilege of making friends with a man from the Middle East, who had a vision that led him and his family to abandon their business and goods, and come to America, where he later discovered the Nephite record, and became a member of a faith associated with it.
I won't go into detail here of the taunting of the prison guards to the prophet in chains, of the terrible things they claimed to have done to others, reminiscent of later Abu Ghraib psychological abuse/torture, but I will share this account, an apostle's report of what played out in that dungeon prison cell in Missouri, where he was imprisoned almost two hundred years ago, alongside a prophet of God. That apostle's name is Parley, and when people wish to lay down arms and discuss building an honorable peace, they are best invoke such a name.
"I had listened till I became so disgusted, shocked, horrified, and so filled with the spirit of indignant justice that I could scarcely refrain from rising upon my feet and rebuking the guards; but had said nothing to Joseph, or any one else, although I lay next to him and knew he was awake. On a sudden he arose to his feet, and spoke in a voice of thunder, as the roaring lion, uttering, as near as I can recollect, the following words:
"SILENCE, ye fiends of the infernal pit. In the name of Jesus Christ I rebuke you, and command you to be still. I will not live another minute and bear such language. Cease such talk, or you or I die THIS INSTANT!"
"He ceased to speak. He stood erect in terrible majesty. Chained, and without a weapon: calm, unruffled and dignified as an angel, he looked upon the quailing guards, whose weapons were lowered or dropped to the ground ; whose knees smote together, and who, shrinking into a corner, or crouching at his feet, begged his pardon, and remained quiet till a change of guards."
"I have seen the ministers of justice, clothed in magisterial robes, and criminals arraigned before them, while life was suspended on a breath, in the courts of England; I have witnessed a Congress in solemn session to give laws to nations; Ihave tried to conceive of kings, of royal courts, of thrones and crowns; and of emperors assembled to decide the fate of kingdoms; but dignity and majesty have I seen but once, as it stood in chains, at midnight, in a dungeon in an obscure village of Missouri."
Years later, a coal mine exploded in West Virginia, killing over two dozen hard-working Americans, later determined by federal investigators to be due to avarice of a CEO, otherwise described by 60 Minutes as King of Coal, who was subsequently found guilty of conspiracy, and who was reportedly released earlier this year after a very short confinment...long after buying the campaign to elect a judge that subsequently reversed a multi-million dollar judgment against his company. A judge who subsequently issued a gag order on the widows and orphans of those killed in the blast...requiring them to not speak a word of complaint for their loss.
The day after that blast, half way across the continent, my phone rang, with a headhunter representing the Department of Labor, asking me if I would consider coming to help shore up the nation's mine-safety training, within in the somber shadow of the blast. I said yes. The day after President Obama delivered the eulogy for those miners, the headhunter extended an official initial offer. And I packed up my things, said goodbye to wife and kids, and drove west to prepare a place for them.
I realized not long after arriving at MSHA's national Mine Safety Training Center that no amount of safety training would solve the problem there. The issue was cultural. Federal inspectors were said to be taking money under the table to allow unsafe working conditions underground to continue. And threats were extended to those not going along with such collusion. I was concerned about brining my family into an enironment with such graft, where death threats were part of the culture. I spoke with my mother in law about it, before deciding to bring my wife and kids to join me there. And proceed to prepare a place for them. On our journey east to the place I had prepared, we stopped to tour Liberty Jail in Missouri, the place where Parley witnessed guards akin to Abu Ghraib, and saw a prophet of God arise in majesty.
Not long after their arrival, in the context of the state of the federal investigation into the explosion, I mentioned to one of the employees conducting part of the investigation (I was merely a short-term contractor) my initial belief, based on the state of the investigation (of which I was merely an observer, not a participant, although I had volunteered to be part of the investigation team...an offer that was declined by the center's director.), that the CEO of the company should spend some time in jail for what happened. I was surprised that the employer turned to me and said that *I* needed to spend time in jail. And I realized that he was one of the ones that was part of the problem. Or had been coerced by threat to become part of the problem. And then he said, in essence, that the reason they had waited until my wife and children arrived was so they could have leverage on me.
After pondering what to do, over sleepless nights, I attempted to remove my family from the area, but they refused, insisting I was unstable, neurotic, and schizo for even suggesting such a supposed danger. My father, who had done the same decades earlier, when he encountered extensive ruthless corruption in his workplace, moved the family far away to a safer environment. He was deemed honorable for doing so. I was instead deemed irresponsible and off my rocker.
At about the same time, as part of being a federal contractor, every federal worker was required to take regularly training on a number of issues. One at that time was how to identify a specific crime, and how to thwart it. At about the same time, I was alerted by a local reputable man of responsibility nearby that the local police could not be trusted...something which at first didn't seem believable, but which emerged as a fractal later in places like Ferguson, Missouri. (No offense intended to the vast majority of men and women in blue who honor their sworn duty to serve and protect us.)
Not long afterward, I saw something that I deemed meriting closer investigation, and being told I couldn't trust local police there, after weighing whether to do nothing or do something, I got in my car that evening and drove to investigate myself.
Again, I had been through several sleepless nights regarding the safety of my family. So the reader can come to their own conclusion if they opt to explore further. But I asked a few customers that night to please stay on site until police arrived, to be eyewitnesses. Not long after, police arrived, I was maced, tazed three times, and brought to the ground in a choke hold, and croaked out to the officer as blackness descended that the country would be better off if I survived.
I emerged from unconsciousness some time later, laying on the ground. Surrounded by police (that I could hear but not see...still largely blinded by the mace), realizing that a running police car had been spewing carbon monoxide in my face the entire time, with no way of knowing how long I had gone without clean oxygen (how long I had been choked, or had lain there breathing fumes.) But my head was completely fuzzy, and one officer said to another: "Is he dead?" And another said, "No, he's just playing possum. Look, he's moving."
Wanting to move from the exhaust, I asked if I could stand, and receiving no answer, rose to my feet. I was promptly hit full force with a police baton in the lower leg, which brought me back to the ground. Was dumped unceremoniously into the back of a cruiser, and hauled off to the local jail. So many police officers escorted me into the jail lobby, that even the guards asked aloud what I could have possibly done to merit such a large escort.
I was charged with nine crimes, including theft and public intoxication (having never drunk a drop of alcohol), a bail of $250,000 dollars was set over teleconference with some judge while I stood there in the jail hearing his tentative judgment while he sat in some comfortable chair somewhere, and I was then marched off to solitary confinement, where I spent the lion's share of the next 11 months. Each time I was summoned before a judge, I was first shackled hand and foot...as if that allows a judge or a jury to truly deem a man innocent before being proven guilty. I refused to plea bargain. When I was finally released, 11 months later, a benevolent government official said to me, I hope you believe in miracles, because they never wanted to let you go."
I attest, for the record, that there is a living God of miracles. The God of Abraham, Isaac, Esau, and Jacob. The angel Gabriel visited the Jewish prophet Daniel per the Old Testament with a timely message. And in partial fulfillment of that message, Gabriel later visited the parents of the greatest prophet John the Baptist, and the mother of Jesus Christ per the New Testament. And Mohammed per the Koran. The year 1260, reckoning per the Arabic calendar, per Gabriel's timeline in Daniel, and per the prophetic timelines in the New Testament,
I attest that this nation and this world is on the brink of troubled times, and that nations and boundaries will soon give way to a greater, lasting kingdom, foretold by Daniel to shatter the image of the latter, in the last days. The prophet Joseph was accused of treason for believing Gabriel's promise to Daniel...and while under arrest for such unconstitutional charges, was killed alongside his brother in that jail in the summer of 1844. According to Revelation, at the end of 1260 days/years, two witnesses would be slain. The end of the year 1260, per the Muslim calendar, points to 1844. And the end of the 2300 days/years revealed to the Jewish prophet Daniel by Gabrial, per the Christian Millerites of that time, also terminated in 1844. Carthage Jail, Illinois, is the confluence of three covenants from Gabriel, Jewish prophecy through Daniel, Christian prophecy through John the Revelator, and the timeline provided by the Muslim faith that would govern, for a time, John's audience, the churches of Asia Minor.
Days after planes hurtled into the twin towers, the elected leader of America stood on the rubble, and with bullhorn in hand, rattled the saber, saying, "We hear
His prepared speech the day of the attack bears repeating:
"We will make no distinction between the terrorists who commited these acts and those who harbor them.
...American and our friends and allies join with all those who want peace and security in the world, and we stand together to win the war against terrorism."
Yet he then enlisted the intelligence community to seek out the instigators. The likes of wish shattered the very foundations of American justice by not only renditioning and imprisoning, but torturing prisoners who were repeatedly denied representation, visitation, and their day in court, let alone other aspects of decent Geneva-convention treatment.
As a guest in America, seeing that aliens were denied the protections of the Constitution that untold thousands of patriots had died establishing and defending, I was stunned that the intelligence community, a shackled media including other corporate allies could so rapidly swing the American mindset so far from its foundations...as to willfully acede to the denying guests and prisoners (non-citizens) Constitutional rights, due process, and internationally-agreed-upon Geneva Convention protections.
That under the so-called Patriot Act, all pretense of being deemed innocent before being proven guilty, all sense of due process, of compassion and justice for so-called guests and wayfaring strangers in the land was revoked. All pretense of following Christ's parting "When Saw I Thee" commands set to the side. When a pious Muslim man was imprisoned for supposedly burning down his own mosque, I requested people in his state to please go gather his side of the story. Crickets. And Lady Liberty, who once stood beckoning to huddled masses, would have blushed in embarrassment if copper could de-oxidize. We have cause to repent, to apologize, and to make reasonable amends to those peoples we have so wronged.
Is it any wonder so many of our troops return from the Gulf Conflicts, shattered by the inner turmoil of what is unfolding there?That more of our troops die each year, at their own hands, within these borders, than do those who die on the front lines?
Why send more of our sons and brothers and husbands, and their female counterparts, off to kill, (and then to die internally, if not literally) fighting wars arising from mere rumor of war, mere unsubstantiated innuendo, wars of dubious merit?
Please, please, consider "In Plane Sight," and reconsider *your* rights as citizens, mothers, wives, and children. In early Germanic society, the chieftains didn't decide to go to war. That wasn't their right. Other matters? Yes. But not the issue of war. When it came to deliberations and decisions of whether to march to war, their law required an assembly of the entire community, and each was given voice and the right to vote before sending their sons, daughters, husbands, and fathers off to questionable conflict. With a wee bullhorn, if I may close saying, citizens of a nation, and more importantly of a world community that once looked to you as an example, as a city on a hill, whose right passed down to you through an inspired Constitution is to govern, know that the executive branch has zero right to declare war, or to deploy troops into war undeclared by Congress. And Congress abdicated that right/power/responsibilty to declare war generations ago (hasn't happened since Pearl Harbor), a right which through abdication of the powers once lent to them, thereby reverts back to the people who once granted it to them. Please never march to war again without the explicit consent of the women and children among you. An era of peace was promised to be one where we are led by the hand, by the likes of women and small children.
An American president has stood on the ruins of the World Trade Center, bullhorn in hand, promising that those who incited such a war would be found out.
As a mere guest from the North, perhaps to be deemed rude, perhaps to be deemed welcome, I stand with Gallehus horn, and Gabriel's clear message of the martrydom of a latter-day prophet, declaring that those who incited such destruction, and subsequent years of economic waste and human suffering in both East and West, were Wormtongue/warmonger advisors to the West Wing, those who stood most to profit from fomenting war. As Cicero taught over 2,000 years ago, "Cui bono." People already feeding from the public trough, fomenting war by staging Twin Towers death and cultural inuendo and division. Fearmongering. Rumors of war that we were clearly warned of in end-times promises (fx., the parting chapters of Matthew). War-mongers (sellers). The craft of those who, to paraphrase Vessini in Princess Bride, come from "a long and dishonorable tradition." A Roman writer, contemporary with Hagoth, described the fate of such, who, when given the chance, fail to repent from the business of harming others.
As Marley tried to teach Ebeneezer, "Man-kind *is* your business." Learn to be kind, learn to have heart, to make amends, before it becomes to late to spare what you call "civilization," and the very notion of such a "free" country crumbles under its own weight.
O, Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
In the northeast Atlantic Ocean, A U.S. naval destroyer (or battleship, hinging on who is relaying the account) had both radar and radio encounter with an unidentified party. And the deck of the destroyer advised the other party to immediately change course to avoid collission. The other party advised the U.S. vessel to instead be the one to change course. The U.S. bridge bristled and advised the other party to be the one to alter course. But again, the same response. Finally, the war vessel retorted angrily, in essence, "This is a U.S.S. war vessel, change course now!" The firm but patient response was: "This is a Canadian lighthouse. Do what you deem is right. But we recommend you change course.")
If any wish such a lighthouse, pictures are available online. Simply search. In fulfillment of a promises extended previously, if any wish a to-scale replica of the lighthouse, some among the amazing Anabaptist faiths (genuine heirs of the Reformation) some among them can direct you to a craftsman I had the privilege to meet who specializes in making a to-scale model of that specific lighthouse, and only that lighthouse. You might have to ask around with such awesome people. (Promise kept.)
Be prepared. Before letting you know whether they have clues to help you in their search, (many won't have such clues) they might first invite you to a feast of study, or of worship, or a post-worship lunch. Please make them your friends. Please listen to them. And please sustain and protect them with your lives. They are the salt of the earth, the most loyal friends and prayer warriors anyone could want. Without their ministry, this message would likely have never reached you.
To any so inclined, if you wish to change course, I invite you to promptly and prayerfully "be our guest" and have a meal (or snack) of study and reflection that might just stick to the roof of your heart, in a good way, by comparing what you learn from peace-loving Abraham's heirs Muslims, Baha'is, Jews, Christians, and Mormons (a separate category for Mormons, lest Christians initially take unjust offense). The day will come when more Christians of good heart will gladly receive Mormons (and others) as fellowcitizens in the kingdom of God. Please enjoy a snack at this site and what you find on one of its sister sites: a nibble or two by candlelight/candelabra.