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CONFIRMATION BY ARCHBISHOP OF ECUADOR

CONFIRMATION WITH ARCHBISHOP OF ECUADOR

WHO MET POPLE JOHN PAUL IN 1987

Mary Magdelina and Sophia with Archbishop Cisneros

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1963 ON HISTORIC COURTHOUSE STEPS ACROSS FROM BOOK DEPOSITORY BUILDING ON COMMERCE ST. DALLAS WATCHING FOR KENNEDY

         A Spoken Narrative - The Born-Again Experience


This is a true story from the deserts and jungles of the Yucatan of Mexico to the highlands of Bolivia.

It also is the story of how I met and spent the better part of a day with Pope John Paul in Christchurch , N.Z. November 22nd 1986.

I tell it to share the experience and reflection of becoming a Catholic by receiving confirmation of baptism in the Cathedral in Cuenca, Ecuador on February 10, 2008, with the delight and honor of sharing three conversations with Archbishop Cisneros.
I found we shared a mutual admiration for Meister Eckhart of whom it is said, "He whom God hid nothing from" . On our second meeting he remarked to the fellow priests who happened to be in his office...."Oh here is Rance DeWitt...from whom God hides nothing".
I consider that the greatest compliment that could be paid to a man.

Imagine a Rosary of beads that are events all connected on a string of time beginning November 23, 1963. They involve the Catholic Church.
Let us call the beads ‘Days'.

Kennedy in Dallas

The first day was an afternoon in downtown Dallas, Texas.
I was a young boy running down Commerce St to get ahead of the motorcade to perhaps catch a view of the Catholic President- John F. Kennedy.
Across from the book depository building is the old county courthouse. Three stories of red sandstone. On the second floor was a window that looked out on the street below. I ran up the stairs to that room to find that it was the office of the judge. I asked the judge if it would be alright to sit on the window ledge and watch the president drive by. He said yes, but by the time I got there the motorcade had sped away. It was not until I and the friend who was with me had walked to the Southland Life buildings view floor that an attorney in the elevator remarked cryptically that the president had been shot.
It was on this same day November 23rd and 23 years later that I had my next day encounter with Pope John Paul. Of course I had not made the connection then between the two days but enough had happened that I knew serendipity was at work.

University of Sydney to Opals at Lightning Ridge

You see, I had gone to Australia in 1986 after graduating in geology and had a job with CSR (Colonial Sugar Refining) from the managing director who was a friend of the family. It was now a company associated with Shell Oil and searching for minerals in ---------. Once the old East Indias Company.
I decided to think about it and bought an old Landcruser to see the country. Dennis Conners was racing for the America's Cup in Perth and it seemed like a good destination after driving up to Darwin.
Many people write and describe near-death experiences. And I am sure it is different for each. But, it is a unique experience that defies a complete explanation.
I was on the road to Fremantle from Alice Springs. One of the destinations was the zenith of the Southern Cross- a close drive west of Ayers Rock. At about that time I picked up two hitch-hikers who turned out to be murderous highway men.
Under the seat of my truck was a bowie knife by the famous knife maker in Dallas called Stone. Well, the knife had slide out the back of the seat on the floor and offered an opportunity for the other passenger to kill me and take the goods that I may have including the truck.
Imagine the scene as it were played out in a movie. However, the director was deciding what would or would not happen. The actors had to play out their parts without knowing what the director would allow.

The two passengers who were planning the murder did not know that the director was choreographing their actions. For me, it was like being lifted up out of the situation as a spectator. Often they would say, here turn this way down that road as a likely place to kill me. I would drive there and look about and say..."nothing here" and turn back to the road.
This went on all the way across Australia until we finally arrived on a dark road in a suburb of Perth and they got out. Shaking their heads in total amazement.
Of course I had no idea what had happened. It was not until several days later that the event was made known to me. When I saw the entire act I didn't quit know if I had been killed or not. But, the realization dropped me to my knees. I had like a cat lost a life...but was still here.
Needless to say, I quit the job in Freemantle where I was painting houses to watch the America's Cup race from and decided to get the hell out of Australia as fast as I could.
Carolyn Myss describes her near death experience of being allowed through a gang of inner-city rioters and the feeling she presented was similar to my own but this was a scripted act where the director was present. That makes it different in its own right. So, I really took it seriously.

Where Crocodile Dundee Got His Knife

Midway across Australia, I saw a lake and stopped and grabbed the bowie knife it is hand tooled scabbard and threw it as far as I could into the middle.
I never saw it again until the movie Crocodile Dundee came along. And by then it was too late to retrieve even if I had wanted to.
All I wanted was to get the hell out of that country. When I arrived at the Sydney airport after selling the truck the ticket agent said there were no standby flights to Aukland until next week. That wasn't good enough any flight would do.
So, I ended up in Christchurch New Zealand. I knew where I was going by instinct. I had to find a healer. Someone of my own tribe. I say tribe because on the way to Darwin I enrolled into the master's program in Anthropology at the University of Sydney to study the aboriginals as an alternate route from geology.
The healer that I would find actually was in St. Mary's- a small village in Bolivia. It was like being shot. You are mortally wounded looking for a medicine man. I landed in Rio and went south and found a lot of sympathy from the Argentinians but no medicine. So, I went north to Paraguay. I stopped at the Colorado Party Headquarters where another friend of the family should have been- General Stroussner. He wasn't so I had a drink with a colonel at the hotel-headquarters bar and continued on.

Paraguay and the Germans

High in the dry planos I met a young man who took me home to his family to spend the night. His father was the village shaman. I do not know what it was that happened but by the next day- the trauma of the near-death experience had been removed from my soul.
It was in this condition that I arrived in Christchurch N.Z. I was staggering. To make it worse, I walked into the city museum and there were three of the Chin dynasty solders made of clay in a model pit on exhibit. The woman curator was speaking in a way that I had to walk outside. Then I saw her.

A woman dressed like an American walking on the other side of the street.
I felt like running to her and throwing my arms around her knees. But asked, "are you American?". She did not answer. She just stated: "Are you here to see the Pope?". I stared at her blankly and replied...'not really,is he in town?"
With a smug reply she again stated, "are you coming with me?"
So, that was how it began, my day with Pope John Paul.



The Protestant


Pope John Paul in 1986 was making a world tour West from South America to Australia and then to South Africa.

The woman turned out to be a top level secretary to one of the conservative senators in Alexandria, Virginia and a hard-core Protestant who had zero tolerance for Catholics. Fortunately, when we got there no-one was there.
The pope was late and ultimately only a hundred of so people showed up for the affair.
We got the box office seat in front of the 2ft by 16 by 16ft plywood stage someone had constructed and painted with black paint.
We waited for quite a while until the small crowd appeared and the black limosine drove up with the pope and two priests.
He talked for a while..it was pleasant...the people were for the most part out on a picnic. This raised the ire in my host who was chastizing the people for being less than reverent on the occasion.
Pope John Paul had talked about 15 minutes and we were seated with our feet up against his at a distance of 2 feet- the height of the little stage when the next rosary event happened.
Personally, I call it being baptized with the pope.
We looked and saw it first and then John Paul turned slightly and lastly the people. It was what I described as the black ships that plied the seas between the gold fields of the Americas to the spices of the East. A row of black ship-shaped clouds in a column that came towards us from the peak of the volcanic cone off the coast of Christchurch.
The Black Ships

It was a clear summer day, warm and sunny. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with Mexican sandals made from car tires and leather. The hills were deep green and spotted with countless spots of white.
The seven black clouds came one by one in a row straight as an arrows.
Finally, John Paul stopped speaking and just looked. When they got overhead the heavens opened up and buckets of water fell from the sky.
One of the priests ran for a giant umbrella for the three but we did not move. It was so sudden. I was simply in a state of shock from the first wave.. I a moment we were sitting in a field of water.
When I gathered my senses I looked around and could not believe what I saw. Every single person who had been there was gone. Not a soul could be seen in any direction under trees, in cars, under doorways- nothing and nobody.
So there we were the five of us. She a Protestant, me a Greek Orthodox and well John Paul the Catholic- just staring at one another in the rain.
I was just too numb talk from the Perth affair and then the clay soldiers and now the pope. I just went into a meditation and began to study the man's eyes. He reminded my facially of my grandmother who was a grand lady that always wore big hats and drove until 90 and was a Christian Scientist who never saw a doctor or needed one until she died at 99.
Finally, after quite a while I told my Protestant lady friend that it would not look good if we out-lasted the Pope and that we should leave. So, without any ado we just got up and left the three of them standing in front of us under the umbrella.
I never got her name for her obvious political reasons and never really knew why she was there. But, I did know why I was there. It didn't dawn on me until another 23 years during another bead on the rosary. That event was a scientific convention in Vancouver B.C. on how to save the oceans and the seas.




>>>>That event was simply a spoken word that led me on a journey half way around the world that would get me married and then divorced and then confirmed and then baptized into the Catholic church.
The 23 year leap was significant because the hour of two I sat with Pope John Paul was the same hour, the same day, the same month that I had been on the streets as a kid in Dallas when a Catholic President's motorcade had rolled past at the corner of Main and Commerce Sts.
I did not see the President assasinated because when waiting, I had seen a window above in the old sandstone courthouse that would provide a perch to view from. It turned out to be the Judge's personal study. We ran up and entered his courtroom and asked if we could dangle out feet off the 2ft ledge of a window, but during our conversation the motorcade sped away.
I did not even know it happened.
There was another connection in karmas mysterious super strings. It happened some years later after Christchurch. I had met the archbishop at my Greek Orthodox Church in Dallas with my father for a sit down chat. And later got a letter from Father Bithos (in Greek) as an introduction to go to Athens and to Constantinople to study Greek.
Well, the intention was noble but I had been studying Arnold Toynbee and had an idea of buying a Greek sailing boat and re-tracing the journeys that Odysseus had made the way Toynbee did.
In the meantime, I ended up in Pristina, Bosnia staying with some Orthodox friends when it was still a hostage to the Russians. They had government television that had derogatory cartoons of the Pope at about the time that they made the assasination attempt on his life. Strange as fate is, I began protesting the negative advertizing to the extent that they finally told me to go the way of the ‘British' (towards Venice) in other words ‘get out of the country'.
I finally realized what Jesus meant when he said blessed are they who suffer for my sake. He does not say suffer because you are stupid, or poor or come from a bad family of choices. He says specifically blessed are they who suffer for "My Sake". Big difference.
It is the same with the ‘poor'. Blessed are the ‘poor in spirit'. Not the poor in health or wealth....but spirit. Big difference. So much is left out of the ‘rest of the story'.
So, for whatever reason, I had taken up the cause of Pope John Paul without even intending to.
It was later in British Columbia that I would get a call out of the blue to follow that golden strand of the next Rosary a little farther.
>>>>>>>>

in ChristChurch N.Z. and the religious education that began at the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church in Dallas, Texas.
I discovered a picture at the Mission Church in Cuenca of Pope John Paul in conference with the now ArchBishop of Ecuador during the same travels that I had personally had my blessed encounter with this great spiritual leader for the world.
We made copies of this picture and had it blessed by the Archbishop and then I added the picture of the Cathedral and my confirmation. I sent the picture to my Greek Orthodox church in Dallas, where years before I had met the Archbishop and the then Father Bithos had written a letter of introduction (in Greek) so I might go to Constantinople to study Greek. The pictures are at the bottom of this web page.
I then delivered a gold framed picture to my Yakima Orthodox church mission in Ellensburg as a gift from Catholic orthodox to Eastern Orthodox. A gold framed, Adriatic blue formatted blessed photo of Pope John Paul and Archbishop Cisneros. A gift from Ecuador. You could imagine my shock and dismay when the priests cast the picture outside with curses and anathemas against the Pope and the Catholic Church.
In all my years at the Greek Orthodox Church, I never heard a word against the Western Orthodox Church. But here we are today in the new age America with 40,000 different dialects of Protestant religion called Christianity.
I was further stunned and astonished to hear that the 2-hour liturgy and chant around the chapel had actually been aimed at the Catholic Church. Further, the Icons carried about the building were meant to ‘oppose' the Catholic saints and our Greco-Roman philosophers.
The priests later explained all this to the fault of "Filoque and Papal Authority". This is just my personal commentary and will change as I continue in the church in study and reflection. If one sentence can say it all..then that statement would be this: if Mary did not concieve Jesus miraculously...then Jesus as Christ could not have made his way alive through death. Without the immaculate conception- there is no resurrection. One opens the way for the other. Further, the Church is correct in it's two papal decrees of A.D. 381 and A.D. 1854 that Mary herself was naturally born but without the stain of original sin. The message of the mystery is that natural birth and its function between man and woman is not the origin of original sin. Original sin is not the work of man- it is the function of the Devil. For this reason, Mary could bear Jesus and give birth to brothers yet remain a virgin The best illustration of this mystery is in the confrontation between Thomas and Jesus Incarnate. "Although the doors were locked Jesus appeared in the room." This is not magic. This is instructional concerning the transformation that Jesus teaches by example. .







The question I propose to answer here is more than the Filoque and Papal Authority. It is to ask: what would the face of the Roman Catholic Church look like if it would invite back all those who have left that church since Martin Luther.
That ‘face' I believe has been given in the person of Pope John Paul and I will describe my reasons why.
In the Spring of 1981, I stayed with Orthodox Christians in Pristina, Bosnia. Little did I know the KGB was planning an assassination attempt on Pope John Paul at time. State television programs were making character assassinations against the Pope by showing cartoons and caricatures that ridiculed him to gain empathy from local Orthodox who like ‘hostages of Suleiman' supported this form of fratricide by not opposing it. I for one, objected and protested the cartoon caricatures and insults until the not-so-secret police told me to leave the country and pointed the way to Venice. This was my first encounter with Pope John Paul.
Pope John Paul says he survived that day by divine intervention through Mary in the chronological significance of Fatima- as President Ronald Reagan's describes his survival from an assassination attempt from an overwhelming feeling of forgiveness for his would-be assassin.
For me it all began in 1986, when I was in Australia on a geology mission. A woman from Alexandria, Va., the personal secretary of a most conservative Protestant United States Senator, invited me to attend a talk by Pope John Paul that November 23rd, 1986 while in Christchurch N.Z. Scarcely a hundred people attended the small courtyard church. We were the first to arrive and sat at arms length from the Pope. It was very casual. He spoke for 10 minutes until the first event occurred.From the crown of Mt. Cavendish came a small fleet of little black clouds. Across a clear blue sky they came for us in single file like a row of Spanish black ships from the South Pacific. My host and I saw them first. Pope John Paul also looked until finally the rest of the crowd turned to watch their approach. When overhead the heavens opened with buckets of water that fell with intention. The next event was the sudden disappearance of the people. In a single moment I looked and we were alone, my host and I sitting in the rain looking into the eyes of Pope John Paul and his two priests -who now stood under one large umbrella.
After 20 minutes of staring face to face in wonderment with the Pope, I said to my Protestant companion, "it would not look good if we outlasted the Pope". So, without a further word, we rose and left. That was November 23rd, 1986.

But before I tell that story I must tell the first story that prepared me 19 years earlier at the age of 19.
It is an event known to a few and still described by some as the ‘born again experience'.
It happened during a specific generation- the decade of the 70's.
Franklin Graham for one describes it in good enough words.
But, it happened when the PARACLETE was at his zenith. The Paraclete I speak of is Pope John Paul when he was coming out of Catholic Poland.
The born again experience has nothing to do with getting to know Jesus.
It is not a ‘Christian' event. When the window of exposure closed in the late 70's so did the experience.
Anecdotally, there are no ‘born-again' Christians after the late 70's. There are of course people who convert from Americas Marxist Socialist Materialism to a sense of relationship with the image they have of the biblical man Jesus. But after the 70's the window to the born-again experience closed.
Here is the born-again experience told by one who witnessed it in 1969 in Dallas, Texas near White Rock Lake.
This is the poem that was spoken by spirits out of the air one night as I sat in a meditation at my table looking out the open door upon the night.
It was September and Autumn moved across the land like a giant curtain transforming from summer.
This season was in the genre of a Spirit that moves upon the earth and upon the waters.
It was a wild autumn evening as I sat with solitude.
Looking through the mist of time
Like it were an impassable river.
Looking and longing for the ark of my dreams
To carry me to the promised land
Yet in those mists I saw lives unlived and dreams undreampt
So I turned from the river of mists to find my dreams upon the face of life and in the heart of man.
Now I say your faith is the wind
And your soul the ark
Longing for the high seas
And time- a veil of illusion binding you with reluctance to the shores
Of your beginning.
A great wind swept across the land
Like a curtain reaching to the sky
And stopped eternally at my open door.
It was a wild autumn evening
With the dead leaves falling thick
When the winds began to sing the dirge of the dying year
A night where owls flew on silent wings
And trees hidden by shadows creapt out to dance like dirvishes
Upon fires of cackling leaves.
I was sitting at my desk
Looking through the mists of time
Like it were an impassable river
Looking and longing for the ark of my dreams
To carry me to the promised land
When out of the night the winds to me did say, ‘Have you not heard of Man and Man's Great Dream..the dream that fills the sails of travelers and
Builds in eternity a destiny for all?"
So I looked at time and eternity again and saw but a veil of illusion
And beyond that veil was but oblivion
So I turned from the river of mists to find my dream
Upon the face and in the heart of man."

And I looked again at time and the river of mists
That had bound me so
And saw but a veil of illusion and beyond that veil
Was but oblivion.

No sooner had I said this that I turned and saw standing before me
An old hermit glaring through thick shaggy brows
And behind him a mountain whose jaws yawned like a hungry lion.

And I walked to him and said: "oh noble hermit, friend of few and foe to the many,
I have come in search of man's house,
A traveler who bears good will as his token of welcome
An outcast of fortune, a stranger to all and yet a friend to none

My only contemporary has been time from whose shores I have just departed.
Long have I stood on those shores until I grew dizzy with its mirages
Until one night the winds to me did say: "Have you not heard of Man-
And Mans great dream..the dream that fills the sails of travelers and builds
In eternity a destiny for all? So, I left the river of mists
To find my dream upon Man
So, if you will please direct me to this great beginning."

And the Hermit laughed and said, " These are Autumns gifts
Which I share with you
I hope you find them pleasing
To your best tastes
Good nourishment to your body
And a refreshment to your soul."
And thus he began:

"The rivers are my beloved friends
Who run eagerly to the mountain tops
Those artists of patient gesture
Who slowly sculpt by the will of the stone

When summer marches up these hills proud and daring
I cast the rivers into the sea like mooring ropes of silver
And bring my ark to bay

I am like these proud pines bent by the wind
A sword tempered by time
Wisdom is my voice and experience my song

I have weighed too many philosophers in my scales
And found them to be like so many different clocks
Each set to motion by their own ticking

They count their thoughts in passing moments
Weighing them carefully to discern the time of day
I have walked through their halls like a jailer
Laden with a heavy ring of keys
Stopping to wind each clock hoping to find the right time

But all I found was an orchestra of inconsistent meter
But I like the sound of clocks ticking away
They pace along with such and indomitable determination
Till their springs unwind

Once I fell asleep in the great time machine
And moments of time and place fell layer after layer
Like geologic strata burying me beneath their historic superimpositions

Till a gong struck noon..and I awoke from their dream
And fled from the great time-piece back into time

I came into these mountains to find a wider vision of the valleys below
Climbing to the highest peaks to see them blush behind multicolored gowns
Laughing mischievously with each passing wind

And when we grew distant from one another
I came to love them best
Here the joys of children are heard in tiny voices
That scurry through wistful breezes

I left them to come into these hills and breathe the deep strong
Breath of knurled pines
And listen to their voices rasp through jagged teeth of granite

Here my heart rants and raves with their storms
And I become a seaman lost in their fury

These mountains become my ark
And the angry waves of eternity dash against their sides
Shouting sail or sink while I bellow rise or fall

And sail on upon this mountain through unknown skies
And across uncharted seas

My pilgrimage is up and my pilgrimage is down
It is high and low
Across and around


My friend I am an old scarred mountain lion and nimble footed goat
Who chases from these hills straying youth

But my young friend my past becomes your future
For you too will run down into the valleys
Where your youthful joy will grow flat and still

The earth will cloud your vision and silence your song
And in the end you will spill like so many tears into the sea

But now my lighthearted friend you sing and laugh at me I am sure


And the Hermit with a hollow rasping voice said, " Know you ‘friend of fortune' what journey you long to take?"
"Through those gates I have seen pass souls more numerous than stars
And more distant those seekers of Man's House.
No sooner should you enter than your faith will begin to flicker like a candle weary with the night
And you will slide into an abyss of doubt to sink forever".



I listened to those well-tempered words yet found them too hard and brittle and said: "Too wise Hermit, whose wisdom have you borrowed?
The owls or the blackbirds?
The house of Man may be an abyss but no more timeless than time itself.
So, give me no ill-fated omens but direct me to this great beginning."

Then suddenly the Hermit disappeared and the side of the mountain
Began to open

Like those jaws of the hungry lion
And into those depths I slowly walked.

Now there upon the walls of this dark cave were the shapes and figures
Of Man's beginning
Graven into stone.
Strange haunched creatures inflamed with hair
Grimacing through long yellow teeth.


Wide-eyed I crept through this darkness
Waiting any moment for a phantom to reach out
And draw my life upon those grim walls.

Until suddenly admist my doubts and fears
I saw a light approaching.
And as it grew close, a voice called out:

"Behold you who venture through these depths...
I am Reason, the son of Thought,
the Light and the Liberty of Man."

And there he stood with the eyes of Ages
And a fire burning in his right hand.

So I , walked to Him and said, " I am a young traveler
Born from the womb of Time.
Long have a stood upon the shores of my beginning


Looking and longing for the ark of my dreams
To carry me to the promised land.

Until one day the winds to me did say, "Have you
Not heard of man and man's great dream
The dream that fills the sails of travelers and builds
In eternity a destiny for all?

And when the winds had thus spoke
I looked again at time
And saw but a veil of illusion

And beyond that veil was but oblivion
So, turned from the the river of mists
And now fortune lies with this dream
And the dream lies with man.

When I had finished speaking
Reason looked long into my eyes
And said: "Come my young friend
And read the signs written upon these walls

The beginning and the end and the beginning again
He who reads these signs knows the path of the dream
And the fate and the fortune of man

So thus we began
our journey into the past and into the future


As we walked among the life-like images
Reason began: Man is an animal
As you see
was-is-and will always be...an animal



He rose among the animals as a victor
Who conquered and mastered each and all of their best arts

He first became sly and cautious like the snake
Then cunning as the wolf
And with a sly cunning conquered the mightiest and the strongest
And with their strengths
grew proud as the eagle
and noble as the lion


Then with a brave heart began to think and believe
Creating in himself- the image of this Dream.

Yet, there rose faces that his pride and his strength could not conquer
And these were:
The songs of sweetness
The face of beauty
And the highest art: the art of the dove and the lamb

Over these his sword would not rule""

At this point of the journey Reason grew silent

And stopped to look ahead.

Now there opening before us was a large cavern

Filled with fire and smoke.

In the middle was a pit of groaning embers
Tended by robed men crying out, " Never let the fire go out!"

And their voices set the cave to shaking
Till the walls began to ripple like the ribs of a whale

I held my breath with my heart ready to leap out
When I turned to Reason and said:
"Oh Reason, what is this darkened pit that we have entered?"

And Reason replied: "Here.....is the sun-less land
of thought's beginning
The land of images fed by fire
Magic, sorcery and moonlit dreams dwell here------

The beginning of Man's Thought..the realm of superstition
Lorded by the God of Fear.

In the realm of these skies
Man first opened his mind's eyes.

It was a great beginning for some
But many could not deny the God of Fear
That ruled their earlies passions...

"Fear and death, into the abyss---
The voice still echoes in their hearts.

Here Man's soul hides like a small child
Cowering before this gloomy god of Darkness.

But now my young friend take my hand
And we will run like small children

And chase the phantoms away with our folly.

Now, as we ran through the fire and smoke
I saw a pearl of light gleaming in the distance
And as we grew close, Reason halted and pointed
To the door and said:
"There ...lies the land of your forefathers
The seed of your becoming
And the fortunes of your children
Through those gates you must pass.

But I, turned to Reason
And said, "Oh Reason, I cannot leave without you
And surly neither Man nor his dream could be
Where you are not!"

And Reason smiled and said,
"My young friend,
I go with all men and all men go with me,
For all men share the same destiny

Now here, take of this fire of mine
For never will it go out
And hold it close to your breast
To know it well
For one day it will be
The compass and the rudder
The light and the lantern
For your most distant journey

So once more I looked upon Reason
Glowing in the darkened realm of superstition
Then leapt through that well lit door.








PART 11


The earth, so sweet and fair
Opened like a wilderness
With life growing wild and wontant

Fields and forest stretched without end
And above them hung a sapphire bell
Tolling in shades of white and blue

As I was walking through these new lands
I came upon an old woman
Sitting by the roadside

Her hair was grey like the ashes of a well burnt fire
And draped about her was a robe of tattered rags

I walked to her slowly as she sat so still
And looked upon her face
Where the deep lines of age
Had worn grain by grain
Like granite cliffs where time
Had etched the deep furrows of it's dream
And said, "I have come in search of Man
And the children of the great dream.

With eyes that shone like deep flasks of wine
She said, "Young song of promise
Many have come to this forest
In search of the great dream

Yet few have left
And fewer still returned to say
Which way that dream have went

In this forest
All thoughts are orphans
And wander like hunters in search
Of their home of prey

Here the earth
Is a garden flowing with abundance
Yet few are the fruits of sweetness
For bitter and gall are as many as the hands
That pick them

In this forest of thought
Some cling to their tree
While others wander
Yet some choose and by their choice
Build from chaos hand and fingers
To reach out and touch one another

Yet, a dark black fog
Has settled upon this land
And all are lost to its shapeless will

A cold wet fog
Where trees and shadows become one

A flood that sweeps the land like a tidal wave
Swallowing the highest peaks
And casting into its depths even the heaviest stones
Condemning to oblivion the sweetest and the best

And there....

Upon the surface swarms
The hollow debris of multitudity

The....
Sweet dreams of youth
Hurriedly flee from this awesome face

The water logged procession
Of the fog bearers,
Whose off-beat rhythm will drown your very own

Better to die than to live as a man without dreams

Thought without dreams
Grows wantont
And fills even the commonest of vessels

Laying its eggs upon the very ground
Easy prey for every creature that crawls
Slides, slithers and squirms]

It falls into the market place shorn of its flowers
Only the thorns remain - a snare for unwary prey

There, mean-handed hawkers
Buy and sell its charms to the lowest bidder
Strangling from it the last song of innocence

Street corner sorcerers turn fine gold into straw
Catching youthful imaginations
With sweet tooth spells

Thankless thought becomes fodder for innocent minds
And from this fodder-fed mentality, no new dreams will grow

In this fog-laden night the Pharisees rule
Denominated rebels
Who rob the truths of man
Condemming them to die in their
Hierarchy animal kingdom

And now those ghosts gather beneath the earth
Trembling like quakes
Waiting to break the soil
In wild confusion

Now who can dare look
Into the fierce eyes
Of their cold-hearted truths

Neither Thought, Wisdom or Religion
Can give shelter
From the awesome face of the Beast of Condemnation.

Superstition and preacher-craft rule today.
The ancient blood sacrifice with a modern twist
Everyman shall have his pyramid and all
Shall be pharaohs- even women.

Subtle subtle slavery slides like a snake
Into the very nest of freedom
Stealing its eggs before they hatch""

With those words she closed her eyes
And tilted her face into the sky
And I continued my journey.

Each day I ventured through forest and field
Finding scant trace of previous passing

Until one evening I came upon a meadow
Where a vineyard was growing
And fruit trees were waving in the wind
Proud of their heavy branches]

I knew what valley this was and called out,
"Knowledge- first child of thought
What might you give me in my passing
As a gift to the dream of man."

Then suddenly, a strong wind swept down from the hills
And pulled from those trees a bounty of fruit
Tossing them to the ground before me

When I began to gather them
I saw that most were hard and thick of shell
For few were soft and agreeable
But I gathered them all
The bitter and the sweet

Twenty three years earlier, at the same hour, same day, same date on the corner of Main and Commerce in Dallas, Texas November 23rd 1963 President Kennedy was assassinated.
.Is that coincidence? I was let out from school and ran ahead of the motorcade down Main St. to the county courthouse across from the book depository building and asked the Superior court judge on the second floor if my friend and I could sit in his window to watch the motorcade below. There was something in the Pope's eyes that brought that memory back. Since I was not ‘a' Catholic, I gave little thought to either incident- until 20 years after that- something happened at a conference of scientists in Vancouver, B.C. on "How to save the Oceans and the Seas. I was a trout farmer after working and studying aquaculture in Australia and the Republic of China. The conference was $500 a chair for two days. I arranged to work for my part and was given the task of carrying the microphone on one half of the conference hall. On the second day midway through the MC Crowley asked for the last statement from the assembly before going to the stage panel for decisions on how they various nations would agree to cooperate on the usage of the North Pacific ocean.
There were no more respondants and I waited. Then I saw the light.

"Out of the silence, a secret word was spoken to me": It was a flash of light in the air that 4 years later turned out to be a speech titled the 'Michaelangelo Code'. But, at that moment it was this overwhelming sense of dread and fear that I was being called (from above) to walk out upon the waters and say what was given to me to say.
I remembered what Jonah had done by turning from God and running the other way. That was exactly what I wanted to do. Drop the microphone and run.
But, I thought of what C.S. Lewis said about living and dying- we live and we die one picadillo at a time..so I decided with knees shaking and heart throbbing so loud my ears had made me deaf...I walked out in front of the audience and give this impromptu speech from the words of Archimedes.
I told the audience they have heard from many 'authorities' today and yesterday..but have they heard from a true authority on the oceans and the seas? Well..let me introduce you to that person. So, I began to walk towards 2 of the great doors at the end of the red carpet and said in a loud voice...'ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Jules Verne!"
And like the movie 'Oh God' with John Denver and George Burns...there came Jules Verne walking down the aisle with beard, pipe and black seaman cap.
I said," thank you Jules for coming here today. If there was one thing you could say to the people of today on how to save the oceans and the seas..what would it be?" (this dialogue is coming soon..it must be found in earlier writings on the subject)


Later, I called it the 'walking on water speech'.
Later, this 'secret word' became for me the groundwork for 5 years of speech-writing with Toastmasters International that led me eventually to the Michalangelo 'Code' and the realization of what the Holy Grail is and how it is operative in the world.
Eventually it was presented as a speech/play to a group of Anglo and Spanish masters graduates in Barco de Avila, Spain. The little book of poems that Pope John Paul wrote in his last years entitled, ‘Triptico Romano Meditations' summarizes Genesis and geology as seen through his eyes and the works of Michelangelo.

Barco de Avila is a special historic place for the Basque and also the mystic Jewish revivalists of the 1300's called the Cabbalists. Suddenly, I began to realize all these events were connected- from Dallas to Christchurch- from Vancouver to Avila and from Noah to Michelangelo. As scientists discreetly say, a butterfly in New York affects the weather in Tokyo.
Is it possible that my protest in Pristina, Bosnia against television ‘character' assassination had any influence on the life of Pope John Paul? What was the connection with President Kennedy and later with President Reagan who I encountered on the Southern Methodist University campus?
While teaching in Barco de Avila I had the overwhelming feeling that the Pope was talking to me. And telling me to go to San Pedro's (St. Peters in Caracas) to meet a woman there who I had been in correspondence with. I had the instructions as it were in my mind what should happen. So, I contacted her and said meet me there at 11 a.m. Palm Sunday. So, from Barco de Avila to Caracas I went and sure enough there she was waiting exactly as it had been instructed. Two priests were sitting in the confessionals with smiles on their faces...like they had been waiting for me.The choreography was to the letter. It was as though John Paul had just thought the event to me...and there I went and it was exactly as I had seen it.Later, it was announced at our wedding ceremony that Pope John Paul had died- we were cutting the cake at her brothers house. I remember the hour. Yet, I considered it a blessing.
The event that took place that palm Sunday was the washing of the feet of seven men by the bishop-priest and I understood the significance that Maria was not Mary nor was she Martha...rather she was a close runner-up to Mary Magdalena.
This is an interpretation of the Code of Michaelangelo from the central picture of 'The Last Judgement'. Chirst is holding his hand over the first waters below with Mary (Magdelina) by his Adamic side.
I found myself opposing President Hugo Chavez was much the same as objecting to the television cartoons in Bosnia. I made a web page (www.pro-venezuela.com) as a petition to change the heart of President Chavez which later I realized was an expression of what I think Pope John Paul describes as the spirit of Fatima asking for the consecration of Russia.
I was asking for the consecration of Hugo Chavez. Well, he got wind of the message but didn't like it. I was dining with a captain and a colonel and Chavez' personal helicopter pilot and I am sure that the conversations of this one Americano on the streets of his military capital got around.
This leads me to the spirit of Fatima.
Now, you may ask what has this to do with Papal authority and the Filoque that has been such a stumbling block to the Orthodox and Protestants? Let us go to Fatima in Portugal to find that answer. As a geologist person, I was intrigued by the great comet that devastated 500 sq miles of Siberia around 1917--- I wondered, did God miss- or was it a shot across the bow? And what happened in Fatima at that same time? My answer is this: Mother Mary was calling to her children with an urgent message, Stop the Train- stop the message of Lenin. The train bound for Petrograd in April, 1917 did not stop. The Germans succeeded in sealing Vladimir Lenin in a dirge of death to defeat Kerenski' and the hope of a beginning for democratic expression for one third of the earth's people.
No-one really knows how many have died brutally from Stalin to Mao as a result of Lenin's edict. Our Lady of Fatima in May, 1917, explained to the children that war is a punishment for sin and warned that God would further castigate the world for its disobedience to His Will by means of war, hunger and the persecution of the Church, the Holy Father and the Catholic Faithful. Christ's Mother prophesied that Russia would be God's chosen "instrument of chastisement," spreading the "errors" of atheism and materialism across the earth, fomenting wars, annihilating nations and persecuting the Faithful everywhere.
Was that God's intent? No. I believe God tried to intervene through the skies of Siberia and Portugal- like the flooding rain that fell in Christchurch. to say, stop this train of events that brings the chastizement of communism upon the world.. Why did no one listen? Lenin says:
"The masses must be made to see that Military Deputies are the only possible form of revolutionary government, and our task is to present a patient, systematic, and persistent explanation of the errors of their tactics, an explanation especially adapted to the practical needs of the masses."
"A persistent explanation of error". Petrograd was the first stone in the edifice of evil.
Consider the question of Mary and the ‘Acts' of God as we perceive them historically. Why does God use Mother Mary through the power of "apparitions" (Guadalupe, Teresa etc) with women instead of choosing Jesus in a great "manifestation"? Jesus tell us himself: "It is expedient for you that I go away, for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you." Consequently, the physical and political Jesus is the impediment to the Holy Spirit.- a stumbling block. Television evangelism has made the Kingdom of Man omnipresent in the world. Television Baptists, evangelicals and other fundamentalists ritually go to Jerusalem to declare Satan as the ruler of this world. Of course it is done for Jesus. The book of Revelations written by John the unknown is the bible of Protestantism. Why?
Because it says to Jesus the same thing that Protestants say to the One Holy Apostolic Catholic Church- ‘get thee behind me.' It is the only book in the bible that puts Satan ahead of God.
This is a historical truth because Protestantism is not a church. It is a collection of people organized from dissent who can only increase from division. It is a fulfillment of Lenin's speech of protest and opposition.
Since Protestantism is not a church but a collection of people preaching the Bible as each and everyone sees it for themselves..... its spokespersons consequently think of themselves as shepherds.
But, Christ said there is only One Shepherd- all other are thieves and destroyers.
I consider that to mean the One Holy Catholic Apostolic Church.
How can you endorse Satan in one breath as the ruler of the earth - as the Protestants do and then proclaim Jesus as God in another?
What would the Comforter who Christ said he would send...what would he/she look like?
I believe that face is revealed in Fatima and Guadalupe and Pope John Paul.
The end of evangelism is 'Revelations'- not 'on earth as it is in Heaven".
Revelations is the only book that puts the devil before Jesus.
Consider Communism- each of its 'professors' came from the worst of experience and promulgated that experience into a tradition of ‘faith' with a message of vengence and denial.The Iranian prophet Zoroaster, Nietzsche, Hitler, Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao...it continues today with its handmaid- Protestantism.The keys of Protestantism is in the word: "Increase". It's 'corporate' Spirit increases by division and by volume. The name of Jesus must always be shouted louder and louder and always to more (people). Here we find the defining moment between the Historic Church and the protesters outside the Church....with Filoque, Holy Spirit and Papal Authority. In the one holy and apostolic Church, Apparitional Mary, Mother of Christ increases by the Saints and martyrs in the ontological procession of man's evolutionary journey from the animal kingdom (the Kingdom of Man) to the Kingdom of God. Not an increase in number- but an increase in value. The status of Mary is emblematic of that progress in evolution.

John Paul further explains that this evolutionary journey is marked by an increase of Mary. The measure of our progress in salvation history is a measure of Mary's virginity. Where Mary is not present salvation is not present. Virginity means her 'un-createdness'. Stature in beingness. Above it all.
Painted in the center-piece of Michaelangelo's the Last Judgement is the revelation of all revelations. The picture is of the risen Christ. By his side is Mary. Not his mother. But, Mary Magdeline- in her virginity in being-ness.
Christ and Mary Magdeline became One in the Heaven above in the picture because ontologically- that is the purpose of 'mankind'- to become one flesh, which is Heaven's definition is an Angel.
Angels do not have sex because they are two made into One. They are one Heavenly flesh. Animal reproduction makes one out of two. Marrage of the sprit makes two animals into one Angel. On earth as it is in heaven.
For this reason....Mary Mother of Christ...is forever Virgin.
For this reason, evolution is the creation of family. Archaeologically mankind has a greater spiritual affinity from the wolves than he does with the monkeys. Fidelity is the basis of family...and that took many eons of evolution.
Reflections of Michelangelo from Pope John Paul tells us that the Kingdom of Heaven resides in the place created by the SPACE between the persons of the Trinity.
If Jesus is touted as God......NO SPACE- NO PLACE.
So, the measure of the Kingdom of Heaven the height, the width and the breadth between the Persons in the Trinity is the literal space and place of Heaven. This is what we call the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Therefore, the increase of Mary through ‘apparitions' widens the road to Heaven for women and children- by making eternal the fundamentals of Mary's role as Mother of Christ and mother of the human family- with an eternal "virgin" spirit.
Satan closes this space by using Protestants to make Jesus God. The Trinity has no meaning. Nor does Mary.
Therefore, the light of satan is increase through division and dissent where faith in disorder is the basis of change.
Fundamentally, the One True Church never changes- it only moves foreword in its mission of salvation history.
The more the smoke the less the fire. Television divides by a religion of multiplicity. More is always better. Change is its fundamental rule.

Michelangelo reveals in the Sistine Chapel that Jesus is the "Keeper of the Human Heart".
It therefore becomes incumbent upon Mary to naturally increase through the Filoque. Evolution in salvation is interactive and implies movement.
Movement is not the same as change. No.
Remember Archimedes what said, "Give me a lever and with a fulcrum I will move the world?He did not say ‘change' the world.
Never would you hear that from the Greco-Romans.
Papal Authority is based upon the Church being the lever and Christ being the fulcrum.
The unfallable truth of the Church is this motion in eternity that never changes. Archimedes said to move the world is to change nothing.
When the lever is the church and the fulcrum is Chris- man evolves on his spiritual journey from the kingdom of animals to that of the Spirit.
Remember the purpose of life is to increase toward Heaven. How do you increase in Heaven? By becoming Born-Again- two spirits become One Soul. Marrage to the Spirit before creatures.
As Plato alluded: the soul of the individual is only half. An individual has three options in this life: (1) to become an Angel (two spirits One Soul). (2) to become a Saint (one spirit in Christ). (3) to lose the spirit and be the creature only.
The Protestant Schism is also spiritual. It lends itself to obstructing the increase of Mary and the increase of Heaven with saints and Angels.
The world did not hear the message of Fatima- why? Because of the schism. The eyes are two but see as One. The ear is two but hears as two. This is the babel that brought the waters down upon man. This is the noise that is called global warming. The noise of 'change' and 'division' and multiplicity gives man many ears to hear with.
But look: a lever two both sides and is in balance with Christ in the middle!
Christ promises a ‘New Heart'.
He says, "If I do not go- you cannot receive the Holy Spirit (and comforter).
You cannot serve two masters. You cannot be divided and Whole. You cannot be a progeny of division and a shepherd of unity. Christ is the shepherd and the Church is the Unity. All evangelism must point to the church first as the body of Christ.
Not the man- not the evangelists or the persona- outside the Catholic Church.
The Church is the Shepherd and is not a multiplicity- it is a Unity.
All else is division.
Now, consider Papal authority.
Nothing under the sun could give more satisfaction to the hostage takers of Sophia Hagia, (Babylonian Ottoman), the soul of Rasputin, the spirit of Lenin, the devices of Stalin, the chair of Mao, the Eastern autonomic nervous system called the KGB and even some heretic Protestants... than a disposal of Rome and Papal authority.
Is this the interest of Orthodoxy and general Protestants?
I think not.
If the gates of hell prevail against the rock of Peter- as it has against the Eastern Church, Christianity will no-longer exist.
Winston Churchill said, "Our doubts are our traitors". Do you doubt this?
We know what Satan said to Eve in the garden: ‘reach out and take what you will'. What he didn't say is, "surely, no-one dies from the bite of a snake- the teeth are too small... besides, how else could my venom live in the heart of man?" Christ is the domain keeper of the human heart- the only angel in Heaven given the power of Redemption. Remember an Angel is a Unity. He was One with Mary Magdeline in Heaven before he was a man. Ever Virgin also applies to Mary Magdeline- not because she had not been tempted but because she was One in Heaven with Jesus.
For this reason Heaven calls for those whom it has sent.
Mary, mother of Christ is un-related to Joseph in the ontological state of being united as One. Mary was One from Heaven.
And what is Redemption of Christ?
It is the power of Transfusion- the exchange of old blood for new.
This is the message of the Eucharist- "drink my blood"- it is the only blood that will 'transfuse' the poison and the venom of man's transition from post-animal to spirit.
Blood does not change- it moves through the body and gives it life.
Consider the creature-hood of man. It is fear, anxiety, hate, resentment and revenge. Just imagine the elk saying to one another, ‘the deer have eaten too much of our food, we must lie in wait for them and murder'.
That is not in God's creation. Nor natures plan.
C.S. Lewis says hell is the size of a mustard seed. Yet it too grows and spreads like a weed with communism. Be not deceived- communism is not a political system- it is a religious antithesis to Christianity and Judiasm like Mohammadism.
The Catholic Church is the only institution of man that opposes the fatality of character based upon revenge in the heart of man. Without the Church the world of man would have the blood of Cain in its veins -not that of Christ. That is the Eucharist.
The blood of Cain was renewed first in Rasputin spiritually and second in Lenin politically. Yet in its core it is spiritual denial. Elk do not make war upon deer for revenge. Animals do not know revenge. They defend nature naturally.
This communism can be traced spiritually and historically back to satan himself .
The philosophers, the apostles, the saints teach us to walk from man's kingdom to God's. The better part of that is the promise of a new heart - being born again...both a new heart inside and a new heart outside....this comes to us through the supporting ontology of another promise: Christ said he will send us a Paraclete. The moral counselor.
How do you know the Paraclete?
The evidence is an increase of Mary. I believe that Pope John Paul represents that Paraclete. And the apparitions represent the increase of Mary. The history of Catholic Poland is the metaphor for the future of Christianity. It is the fulcrum for a Holy Catholic Roman Church. The present Pope Benedict does not recognize John Paul as the Paraclete for he is 'passing through'. The Roman Church cannot be 'Holy' without the central heart of Christ breathing with the two lungs of East and West. The Roman Church cannot be infallable with one lung. Poland is the cavity that holds that breath. Russia will never extricate itself from the spirit of Rasputin or the politics of Lenin.Pope John Paul is the Paraclete who can bring Christ back into the church. Again, Pope John Paul said that Christians need to breathe with both lungs- East and West- separated only by the central heart of Christ. I believe this is urgently true.
We need not surrender the soul of the world to Protestant 'Revelations' and their end to the Natural world that God created.
Protestantism is not a religion- it is a political system- outside the Church.
It is no different than Communism....in its end game.
I believe that the 'manifestation' of salvation was given in the person of Pope John Paul.
And this 'manifestation' is what Christ described as the 'Paraclete'-- whom He would send.
The evidences of this is (1) the 'good works' done by President Ronald Reagan.
(2) the miracle of Catholic Poland
(3) the hope of a Christian Eastern Europe- without the KGB.
If ever there was a face of a shepherd that all Christians would recognize it is in the face of Pope John Paul... consecrated by Mary by Our Lady of Jasna Gora.The foundation of salvation comes from Mary's power of 'Consecration'.
It is more than apparition.
It is knowledge and tools made manifest through salvation history in the Apostolic tradition.
My dear friends, the difference between Jesus or Barrabas is fundamentally a question of one coin with two sides. Can one side raise while the other razes?
No. Both sides must reflect God's creation and His authority on earth. It took 500 years of Christian martyrdom to accomplish that with the replacement of Caesar with Constantantine and finally a Christian Pope.
Should that epoch of salvation history be disposed?
The Orthodox must be the same coin with Catholics.
From East to West and West to East.
Catholicism must not think of assimilating Eastern Orthodoxy in some Cyclopean clericals- it must breath the same air -in the same Spirit as John Paul says with two lungs.The winds that have prevailed against the East for a thousand years can be turned to a breath of fresh air- with a new heart .Open your ears to recognize one voice in the summons of Mary and recognize the Paraclete of Pope John Paul to widen and straighten the road from the kingdom of man to the Kingdom of Heaven. Rance DeWitt607 N. Ruby StEllensburg, Wa 98926
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Anfitrión, hija y madre de Cathoic con el arzobispo
PRESENTATION OF THE BLESSED PHOTO FROM THE ORDINATION OF ARCHBISHOP CISNEROS BY POPE JOHN PAUL 1987

Preamble to preamble:
Speech opens with:
the highest state in the universe is not Alaska
it is the I AM.
The greatest power in the universe is the good word spoken or...the We ARe
as you see from the 3 persons here in Michaelangelo's painting in the Sistene Chapel.
Unfortunately, we are not in the state of I AM
nor do we possess the good word spoken
We exist on the plain of you and them.
However, we do have the good word written.
In fact, nations rise and fall depending upon the books that they read.
Just imagine never having algebra
or the Alhambra if the Moors had not
discovered Aristotle on the book shelves
of Alexandria.
So, you may ask..why do we not have the good word spoken: and I will tell you:
it was lost in the garden of eden and from there men have labored to find it since.
the good word may be construed as good will among men or mankind
think of a place like the black sea in a year 6000 (b.c.) .
For the last 12,000 years before this most if not all the fresh water had fallen as snow upon the higher latitudes. the gulf current had stopped
the summer days were hotter the winter nights were colder. it was the great warming season of the ice age cycle that comes every 36 thousand years. 4 seasons like the seasons of the sun and earth. but this was the celestial season of the sun in its orbital cycle upon the plain of the milky way .
18,000 was the dead of winter. all the fresh water that had fallen as snow was trapped into ice. then came spring and for 9,000 years the earth warmed and the glaciers melted. Then came summer for the next 9,000 years to the present day. In this season of the sun we are in early August.
Spring<18-17-16-15-14-13-12-11-10>
Summer<9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1>1-2006
18000 was the ice age maximum
January>18-17-16
February>15-14-13
March>12-11-10
April>9-8-7
May>6-5-4
June>3-2-1
July>0
Like being in a row boat you cannot see where you are going only where you have been.
During the month of Celestial April 8,000 years ago or 6,000 B.C., the sea levels rose to a level that the Mediterranean spilled over from the Sea of Marmara into the Black Sea Lake 300 feet below sea level.
This was the area that metallurgy, farming, domestication of animals, horse riding, wheat growing, copper mining, and language developed.
From here the Euskara languge spoken by the Basque peoples came. A people who followed the mountain passes from the Anatolian highlands to the North of Spain. This is the land that the 'Celtic' peoples crossed the river valley today called the English Channel into the coastal lowlands of the continental shelf.
From here the pre-Aryan peoples moved south into India. From here the people of the land of Ur were settled.
It was the Garden of Eden.
It was a community of Lake People
from which we get the name Lady of the Lake.
They had one language of trade and commerce.
It was the only region where fresh water was in abundance enough for sharing communities to exist. The rest of the world was hunting and gathering peoples.
Which brings us to the most important question-
The knowledge of Good and evil.
Think of the deer and the elk. Suppose one day the elk said to one another...look at how little grass there is for us to eat. see how it has diminished.
Do you see how the deer eat it...and leave nothing for us. We must invent war. And with war we will invent rationalization. We will justify war by saying the ends justify the means. So we will make war upon our neighbors the deer.
This is what the knowledge of good and evil became in the garden of Eden or the first community of peoples know as the most ancient ones. Yes, they were an Aryan people...light skinned and fair haired. Because the sun had not shown upon these peoples yet.
Following the great flood, the people who lived around the shores of the Black Sea Lake mostly excaped the flood waters because the waters rose less than a foot per day given the great expanse of the Black Sea region.
This was the first Diaspora as the Hebrews record the word. Gilgamesh is the first telling of the flood, Noah was the second telling of the flood that was recorded in writing.
Before the garden of eden, mankind did not know war. This is the story of the Kennewick Man in the North Americas. The original First Americans lived like the deer and the elk. They did not hunt to murder. They hunted for food. They did not hunt or kill other tribal peoples because the seed of murder had not been planted. This is the telling of Genesis One...these were the children of the earth...not sons of men, sons of Adam. The story of Cain killing Abel tells this story of how war was first invented. Arnold Toynbee describes the region before the black sea flood was discovered
with the people of the hills later coming to raid the people of the farms. Hunters verses the farmers. The farmers and shepherds had food that was more easily available to the hunters than wild game.
this was the state of the world where gods will began to interact with mans will
man was killing man
two wills were in conflict.
god no longer walked with man in the garden
man had invented killing his own species.
like the elk killing the deer.
and from this came all the evils of
revenge, hatred, fear, anxiety, sorrow,
and most of all evils: the second death.
The oversoul of man is one soul in communion with the Creator...but as in heaven as on earth, with the invention of murder with Cain in the
first black sea community against the introduction of agriculture...the soul of man has an un-natural end.
nature has not claimed it...but man has claimed his own soul through war and murder.
the vision that god has for man is represented in Michaelangelos last judgement
a cross section of gods mind shows that ideally his wish for man...is that
of Abraham...reaching out and back and to
adam who is alone...all alone..but with Abraham
is the full fecundity of family and nations.
this is in the mind of god..
the image he has of and for man..
in this image of gods mind we find the trinity expressed
from the first language we have
three persons...the I
the first person you and the WE
after the falling of Adam
and the invention of war and murder
with Cain
the language changed
now we have I...not I AM
but more exactly I IS
this is the prelude to the building of the tower of babel and all the idolatries of Egypt and Babylon
this is a watershed.
follow this thought.
C.S. Lewis says that man is amphibian:
half animal and half spirit.
before Adam and the invention of war of Wills against God, man was a animal
his spirit walked with God as did the spirits or souls of the animals.
After Adam,
he was made in gods image
that is to say his spirit was angelic.
all the idols until the rise of the Hellenic people
were made in the image of man the spirit in union with god the animal.
animals were mans God.
Why? because they were more closer to
god than man.
this is why the animals were the sacred totems.
It was only through the recognition of
mans fallen state (war against his own species and setting his will against god and nature)
that a history began to be written which became the sacred books of Hebrews, second the greeks and third the Indians and last the Orientals who in 550 BC shared the trade routes of thought with the Mediterranean peoples.
So, the black sea flood gives us the location where all the stories of the eastern Mediterranean peoples have a common interpretation.
from this history comes mans interaction
with god first as an animal idol and next as a human idol and lastly as a Word wherein the will of both God and man intermingle in spoken word first and text second.
Now, we return to the Word as three persons.
I am you are he is we are you are they are
three persons singular and plural.
Winston Churhill said that doubts are traitors
but he was repeating the warning that the devil said to Eve in the garden: reach out-take what you will the teeth of the serpent are not large-surely you will not die. But what he did not say was no-one dies from the bite of the snake, for how else
would the venom live in the blood of man?
Mankind is the only animal that harbors fear, hate, anxiety, resentment and revenge.
Why? Because the venom lives in the blood of man.
Is there hope? Well, what was lost can be found...so where would we look for the good word spoken? I can tell you- it is somewhere above and below the waters but to find it will take and act of magic.
I found this magic at an international conference
in Vancouver BC on how to save the oceans and the seas. It was $500 a chair and as a student I volunteered to carry the microphone throughout the audience. On the second day
........Christ was given teh domain name 'Keeper of the Human Heart"- the only angel in heaven with the power to intercede between heaven and earth for mankind. No other animal has such and intercessor. The power over death the power of redemption.
So, what is redemption? It is the power of transfusion...the exchanging of the old blood for the new.
Can you imagine....having a heart free from the effects of hate, fear, anxiety, resentment or revenge? Can you imagine...death would just pass us by.
My friends the petition of Archemedes, "Give me a fulcrum and with a lever I will move the world was granted 2,000 years ago with the birth of a man...who did not change the world ...but moved the world...to a closer walk with thee.
And now, where is this man today..?
I can tell you- wherever the good word is spoken that man is. Toastmasters.

Preamble to speech:
It is said that Jacob had a vision of a ladder
between heaven and earth
Now, Einstein said that all things are relative
to time and place
So what would Jacob see today in the sky?
A ladder or an escalator
And would it be going to where it came from.
In English we call this escatology-
the science of seeing the end by knowing
the beginning.
How do you know the Word that is spoken?
by hearing so,
In Spanish I think we could just say: Eschuco:
I hear.
Well, today I bring to you something to hear
and see- the mystery treasure of one in three.

6-8 Minute Toastmasters Speech rdance@kvalley.com to spain

Some English speakers would know what the word escatology means. But all Spanish speaker would know.. It means to listen. Eschuco- I listen.

If you were to ask, what is the greatest power in the physical universe, the answer would be: the power of the good word- that is spoken.

A geologist looks down at his feet...does he see solid ground...no. He sees liquid rock that is cooling.
Or a carpet of sand or silt carried by water or wind. If he looks up into the sky he sees water that is rising. Waters below and waters above.

We do not have the good word spoken.
It has been lost. We have good word written
that we speak- taken from what was written about what was spoken in the oral tradition.
Gilgamesh tells a story about Noah. Moses tells the story of Gilgamesh. This is the generation gap between the oral and written tradition. As Abraham Lincoln said: the first 40 is the text and the second 40 is the commentary. It is for this reason that the good word is not with man. It is for this reason why one is three.

Soy, eres, nosotros- - I am, you are, we are.

Historically, we lost the good word
in the garden of eden nearly..6,000 years before Christ At a time when the Mediterranean spilled over the Dardinells into what is now the Black Sea .
Winston Churchill was quoting the bible when he said 'our doubts are our traitors'.


He simply affirms what the snake, the witchdoctor or the devil had already said: 'that no-one really dies from a snake bite'....how else could the venom live
in the blood of man.?
The 'good word' was not lost...it was taken ?
As Aristotle said: two things cannot occupy the same place at the same time.
Adam could say, I Am. But, no man can. For everyman is dust in the wind. All that we can call our own is that we are we. 3rd in person only.
I am is uncorruptable. We are many. And by ourselves, nothing. Dust dust in the wind.
. Like the law of the jungle the law runneth forward and back. If we listen for the good word then the separation between 3rd 2nd and 1st person narrows. Man cannot occupy the position of 1st person. He can only be considered in the third person 'we'. The second person is only a variation of bone pointing or the recognition of Man's separation from the 1st person.
So, how do we hear our way back to the 1st person?
The answer to that is through the second person as the second person relates singularly to the 1st Person.

The following speech is an illustration of asking the second person to speak on behalf of the 1st person.
I call this event story...Walking on Water..as it happened at a conference in British Columbia called How to Save the Oceans and the Seas.
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Not long after becoming a toastmaster, I entered a competition in a Tall Tale contest. I told a tall tale, but it was a true story. It was about coincidence or to be more specific how people and events coincide in ways that simply have no explanation. Consequently, they remain an enigma forever after. The tale was not tall...it was shimmering like a mirage in my memory..but, the facts were all there as were the people.
It began in 1986 during the summer. I happened upon the Southern Cross in an anthropology book. It is a little cross of stars far in the sky high above Ayers Rock a sacred site in Alice Springs. It fancied me to go and see what magical powers I would find that the natives attribute to this confluence of energy.
So I went. But, along the way I stopped at the University of Sydney and enrolled into their master's program in anthropology after having just graduated in geology. It was October and the holidays were starting, so I bought an old Toyota Landcruiser and set off to see the countryside. Up the coast and down the center through all that red red dirt.
When I got to Alice and the Southern Cross..I did not find anything particular so I travelled on. Along the way I happeded to pick up two hitchhikkers.
It was about 400 miles to Perth and little did I know that the two hitchhikers were highwaymen looking for someone to rob.
I have read much about people who have gone through near-death experiences. It is a singular phenomena I believe. Like going outside the boundary of our particular universe- not far enough to die but far enough to see the separation.
What was so unique about this experience is that the one person in the back saw my bowie knife below my seat and had picked it up looking for an OK from his front-seat friend. Well, I am looking back on all this now because for some reason...some spiritual agency was at work controlling the minds of us all. For them, it was a frustration that the opportunity to kill just never seemed right as we drove on hour after hour.
Here, turn down this desolate road...we have friends there...but nothing was there, so I turned around and got back on the highway. This may sound strange to you...you may want to ask...why I did not avoid the situation or remove them from the truck.
That is a problem. You see, it was not until several days later...that I realized what had happened. It was as though I was suspended from the real world for 8 hours. They say taken up in the Spirit.
The world around was like watching a movie with the characters just fictional actors. It was later that the sober and somber reality of that situation dawned upon me.
When I got to Freemantle, I went to work as a carpenter while watching the America's Cup races. Then one afternoon, the full memory of the almost dying event dawned upon me.
Needless to say , I was shaken to my very bones.
The first thing I did was quit my job, pack my truck and head straight east across the continent. It is difficult to describe the feeling that I felt.
When I was outside of the city I happened to pass a lake and stopped and picked up the knife that was still on the back floor-board and took it scabard and all and threw it as far as I could into the middle of the lake. It was made by Stone , a very famous knife maker in Texas. The irony that was to follow did not suprise me when Crocidile Dundee turned up with my knife a few years later. Of course, it was not the same knife...but remember we are talking about escatology and hearing.
The first thing I wanted was to get back into the company of my own people. Nothing against the Aussies or their history...I just needed to be with spiritual comrades. Now this is where the ears must perk up. The people that wound up with was South Americas...Argentinians, Paraguayans and Bolivians.
And it is true that when I finally got there...they embraced me like a lost child. But, we are still in Australia for the moment.
When I arrived at the Sydney International airport, the nice lady informed me that no flights were left this week to Aukland for round the world stand-by. I should go to the South Island she suggested.
It was not too many days later, after selling my truck that I was walking down the streets of Christchurch.
Remember, that after a near-death experience..(however interpreted)...one is
never the same. After that I never really knew if I was really alive or living in some borrowed life.
That day,

I walked into a museum where three of the Chin soldiers from China had been dis-interred and placed in a dirt pit for observation. There with the horses they rode in on...so long ago...A woman was giving a lecture on them...but she was talking like someone out of the Twilight Zone...so I left...and began walking down the main st. of Christchurch. It was November 23rd, 1986.
Across the street a attractive woman was walking, I could tell be her general demeanor that she was American and I really needed to speak to someone of my own territory...if just for a moment.
I will never forget what she said when I asked if she was an American. She replied bluntly..are you here to see PJP? I looked at her for a moment..and asked if PJP was 'in town'? Yes, she said...he is speaking at a little church on the other side of town...do you want to come with me?
Yes, I said...and we walked there. It is not far across the city of Christchurch, it took us about 20 minutes. We found a small church with a small soccer field yard in the back where a platform of black-painted plywood had been constructed. It was 6 sheets or 16ft wide and 12ft deep and two feet high I estimated.

Noone was there. We didnt mind waiting. The weather in New Zealand in the summer is nice- warm and sunny...not a cloud in the sky.
I have forgotten her name. I remember her telling me that she was the personal secretary to one of the senior and very conservative United States Senators back in Washington and she commuted from Alexandria,Virginia . I was bemused at the intensity of antipathy she had for the catholics. She said...look...PJP is coming here soon to preach to these people and they will bring box lunches, their children and probably transisitor radios to make a picnic of it. I just laughed. I was more concerned with the apparent symbolism at hand. She was definitely Protestant...I was a born-again Christian who strangely enough was raised in the Greek Orthodox Church at Swiss and Apple Sts. in Dallas, Texas. And I thought, the other side of this triangle is definitely a person of Catholic heritage.
So, we waited. PJP was late is turned out...but only one hour. What I remember as so peculiar was how the people arrived all at once. There were not that many...a hundred I suppose. But, they were just there suddenly. No cars were visible. No bicycles...just all the people sitting on the lawn waiting for PJP.
Well, he did arrive. A black limousine pulled up from a little grassy road. Three men in long black robes got out. They all looked about the same age...in their 60's.
There was no microphone. There was no electricity. Only a platform of black painted plywood. One of the men walked out boldly and glared at the audience..and muttered something...he looked everyone in the eyes...then smiled and turned around to the others. I suppose he was seeing if the audience represented a threat. For a moment there I thought it was Pope John Paul. But, it was just a priest who kinda looked like him with a magic trick.
Then Pope John Paul walked forward and began speaking to the small crowd of Catholics who lived on the south island.
I cannot remember what exactly he was talking about when warming up to his subject...because what was to happen was so bazarre that everything else fades in comparison.
I was remenising on the Popes face...he looked a lot like my grandmother. My grandmother had her picture when she was 99 on the front page of Autumn Pages...I think that is the name of the magazine that is published in Texas. Jimmy Carter had called her on the phone. She had those great piercing blue eyes of a majestic woman who I remember received her 40 year pin at the age of 40 from the Eastern Star Masons. She drove her car until the age of 95. But, she was not Catholic...I do not remember all the churches that she took me to as a kid...but I do remember the group of old women all born in the late 1800's who studied Mary Baker Eddies book: , Science and Keys to the Scripture. It was to this book that she attributed her longevity and perfect health for 95 years. How can you argue with the facts?
I didnt enjoy John Paul's reverie very long of staring into his eyes before it happened. I say into his eyes..because my lady friend- let me just call her Sophie....had picked out the square exactly a leg length of where the pope stood. We could have put our feet out against the platform we were that close. Her biggest concern was that we would not be squeezed...you know how these Catholics are about squeexing together. But, they didnt, they allowed us our little square in front of the Pope.
Looking back on this, I wish I had gotten her name and address. I also wanted to write a letter to Pope John Paul and ask his opinion of what happend that day. I never did though. And now, he is too old to remember. He would have remembered I knew that.
So, he had talked for about 5 minutes... and I looked off to the west towards a volcanic cone that rides the waters off shore. Around the edge came a little black cloud. It was odd...the sky was clear blue. Generally, cloud fomations act withing a weather pattern... I knew this from flight school.
The little black cloud was followed by another..and then another...and then another and then another. They formed a line in a row. One by one they steered straight to us.
I nudged my friend and said...'look at this'. She looked and at that moment Pope John Paul stopped talking and he looked. After a moment or two all the other people they too looked. A clear blue sky with no wind just a little row of black ships sailing from the top of an extinct volcano straight towards us.
The Pope stopped speaking and turned a little to look. The cloud came and dropped chasms of water, it fell in buckets. In a moment we were sitting in several inches of water in the grass. But , it was not cold..it was summer time. We had the presence of mind not to move. The two priests went to the car and emerged with a huge black umbrella for the three. We just sat in the rain. But , we were face to face. All the people had departed as quickly as they came.
So, what was this little communion in the rain about?
All I knew at the time was that symbolically the entire history of the Austral lands..the South of the hemisphere...in regards to the church were being commented on by God.
The seven clouds...like seven black ships just dumped so much water on us that we could only just sit and stare at one another. And Pope John Paul was included...he was not gazing around wondering where his flock had gone..he just looked so human at us..without a single commentary in his eyes.
We just shared the same eyes the three of us for 20 minutes in the rain.
Then I told her that it would not look good
(to whom I do not know) if we outlasted Him
so we got up and walked back to town.
I was told later by someone that the rain stopped a little while later and the people came back and the speech continued. Well, I guess we had our private baptismal conference with the pope.
I wondered since why the dates were so coincidental
I was on the street corner of main and commerce streets at the same time and on the same date November 23rd...but this was 1963 when
the first catholic president was assassinated
Strangely, I looked up to the window..not of the book depository building but of the old courthouse across the street at a 3rd floor window and told my friend we have enough time to go there and sit on the wide ledge (sandstone) and watch the president. But, by the time we asked permission of the Judge to go into his study and look out the window...the president had already gone past...in a hurry we later were to learn. All we saw was police putting up yellow tape along the sidewalks.
We did not know what happened until an hour later when riding in the Southland Life elevator to the observatory that an attorney looking fellow asked if we knew the president had been assassinated.
Well, I do not think I was responsible for any of that but who knows how the will of man works out in the play of history. I do not think the pope was blaming me....there was nothing in his eyes to suggest that.
But, I will never forget his eyes. It was different from the television programs that followed for the next 18 years.
Before I met my wife in St. Peters in Caracas, I was in Spain and had this obsession to go to Vatican City and shout out to the Pope that it is ok to die. It was so sad to see him carried out all the time in front of the world..to mumble something....unable even to speak..
but at least I had the satisfaction of another coincidence.
Five minutes after my marrage in Caracas the brother in law of my wife ran into the room and said Pope Paul died. For me it was a great relief and a blessing of sorts. We had tried to get the catholic church thing together for our wedding ...but there was so much red tape that it seemed not possible. So, this was a little white cross that was put on our sacramental cake that no hands have touched.
From Dallas to Christchurch to Caracas..a thread
of connectivity runs through time and circumstance.
What the meaning is is lost in the mystery of Christianity.
I am familar with the history of the lands under the southern cross. I attended school in Cholula, Mexico in 1970 to study anthropology. And I knew how the lust for gold had destroyed entire civilizations. Soon, in a matter of weeks, I go to Cordova and Sevilla to see some of this gold now symbolically plastered on the church walls there.
But, this was New Zealand, a neutral country as far as the cross goes. These are Anglican peoples.
My father had taken me out of the Protestant circle and at the age of 5 enrolled me and my 12 year old brother into the Greek school. He liked the Greeks.
He said that the only real difference between the two political schools was the habit of their clergy. He said the Orthodox must be men of the family- with a wife and children. The Catholic on the other hand imposed chasity of sorts and poverty of sorts. My father did not subscribe to that. He thought that if a man is going to be a man ...he must experience the world..and then from a position of detachment apply his own self-discipline. Beyond that , there was not a lot of difference he thought. So, he had a lot of Catholic friends too...the Italian community and the Greek community of Dallas.
I remember Father Bithos. He asked my dad to replace the carpet in the church. I was there to help. It was a ritual of sorts...how and where to walk...to stay in reverence. And then replacing the icons. That was a great honor to hold those objects.
Once even the Archbishop came to the church so my dad took me there privately to meet with him. The three of us sat together on a bench inside with me in the middle. I don't recall what they talked about. But, a year or so later...I got the inspiration to travel to Sofia in byzantium to study Greek. That is another story.
lets put the question in perspective. I have told you how I met and was baptixed with pope john paul...but i have not told you why.
the answer to this goes back 10 years to my born again experience. I say born again but what i really mean is born from above..
it was something that was current during the 7o's. you do not hear much about the born again expeirence today...simply becuase it is not happening. . we will have to talk about it to some extent in order to anser the question of why i met and was mystically baptized with pople john paul. in a social sense, being born again is likeened to the lottery. a person is 'called' to come forth and purshcse with faith the lotto ticket of hope. not hoe in any particular event just hoe for itself. hope is an article of faith and faith is an article of gods grace and grace is an article of the intercessionary power of jesus the christst to to transform an individual from the dissembling power of hate to eh assembling power of love..so in this respect hope is also communial.
many are called to experience tis hope. ironicall, this state of hope could be called in terminology of Lewis and Tookein..the middle kingdom. middle meaning that it can go back or forth depending upon circumstances. it is an alternating currency...this hope-faith phenomenah. what lies abofe it is the act of being chosen. as it is written many are called but few are chosen.
being chosen is the result of an act of free will. it is not an arbitrary act of faith. faith and hope are always arbitrary...because the will of the individual is alway depeendent upon exterior events...tat is why it is alternating. herein lies the great temptation for america....it could come to pass that for some reason of circumstance or another...the great majority are given to knwo that they are not chosen...they have only been called.. if this did come to pass then the venom that lies in teh blood of the middle kingdom- the heart of Adamac man would spread out upon the nation as a whole. think about it for a minute. all the fundamental indoctrination of protestant dogma for and against the church...hinges upon reason. what holds together the community of christians...is not therr faith..but their reason. as winston churhhill sid our doubts are our traitors. if the churshes today bursting at the seams with christians every came to lose their reason...and this is the reason that stands against superstition...the reason that holds back the dark ages. if they began to beli3v in the un-reasonable the miraculous, the the magic of man then..they would spill out and make pqalestinans in the streets of jeruswlem look like shool chiuldrne.
throwing rocks. they would take stoning to a new level of art.
sok thiis givs a picure of what the born again experience portends. now, we ask who partakes of this experience and why. Man y have....even today. the anser is sometimes written on th e subway walls. Kalil Gibran said that if you giv me an ear i will giv you a voice. he was defining th difference btween john of patmos and nostradamus. John of Patmos first was on a very special island. i hav slept bare on those rocky crags and know what dreams may come. but, john had an audience too. the audience of th sons of .
church while still the actual ligh of Christ left an after glow upon t whle region. john was perhaps one of th first born again christians. he was born from above...where was he born ...the intercessionalry plateau between th waer below and waters abovu
Sdark caves bri bisions. many people go in caves buonly a very ey few are welcomed in into the laschaeax of transcendent art.
a modern day example is bachelor of h sabbatical church...here is an individual who wenino a cave and returned to speak to s small group of americans. in tis respect he is no different from Mohammad.
here is the great irony of the muslim-jewish-christian triangle. by all jewish accounts of old testamen prophesy....jesus if he was he messiah was born of joseph and mary without the miraculous...where joseph was of the house o fdavid and jesus rose
bisions. many people go in caves buonly a very ey few are welcomed in innS
to start over...
the experiences of john of patmos and nostradamous are
try again
December 27thS

Across America we have legionw ofpeople who own the lotto ticket of hope based on faith, based on grace based on
So here we were eye to eye with the vicar of Christ waiting to see what was next. As you might expect, when the little armada of clouds got directly overhead they let loose. I have seen downpours in Texas...when we were kids...the streets would flood so much that we would raft down the sides by the curbs. I have seen rain fall in Georgia where the windshild wipers simply could not keep up. And in Central America is rains. It also rains in Hawaii. I have seen the rain when it falls. But not like this.
Someone upstairs has a sense of humor. I have alway sensed that. I remember as a 12 year old...we would get these thunder storms in Dallas. Gee..it would really rain in the summer. But, it was so hot that it was fun to just run out in your short into the rain. I did that once looking up as far as I could see between the rain drops...and the clouds broke and the sun came out. As it did, a rainbow appeared. I felt the presence of something, so I fell on my knees looking up at the rainbow. And then something happened that made me cry...a second rainbow appeared right above it. I do not know if falling on my knees had any influence on that event...but , I alway felt that it did.
The water fell out of the sky like sheets unbroken into drops. I didn't care...it was summer and the sun was still shining. I had a t-shirt and jeans and sandals.
But I looked around and to my sheer amazement...every single person was gone. No , not under trees or sitting in cars or riding away on bicycles between the little flocks of sheep that cover everything green in New Zealand. They simply disappeared. I remember stories I heard as a student of Carlor Castaneda while at the University of the Americas back in 1970. No, he did not teach there, but we had the books he wrote and we were out there in the desert looking for the Yaki way of knowledge. And I knew about all the legends of Aztecs, Mistecs, Toltecs, Mayans and Incas and such. And how they did not leave their land in a conventional sense from drought or famine. They left by going somewhere else. Actually, it was this train of thought that scared me right out of Mexico. When you approach invisibility and the schism between the waters and the worlds , you know you have gone too far and it is time to get back into the general consensu of reality.
I think that was where we were that day in Christchurch New Zealand sitting in the rain alone with Pope John Paul looking into one another's eyes.
I think back now that it was the near death experience that tempered my spirit for this coincidence of events.
What was peculiar was that the Pope was going the same direction I was but in reverse. I was going as it were from Perth, Western Australia to Sydney, Christchurch and then over Tierra del Fuego to Sa Paulo. This was the same track he was on enroute to South Africa. For what it is worth. Strange.
What happened for those 20 minutes that we sat there eye to eye being baptized by a power greater than us both..
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the answer is escatalogical..that is hearing. this is not new. it was said long ago in India. and tibet and in etruria. my pre-baptismal connection with pjp goes back to the Etruscians. it has to do with my gorn again experience...or if you wish to be more exact..my born above experience. the truth remains the same...the words are just changed to suit the people and events. so, for our purposes, the truth is perennial. call it the tree of life, call it the kaballah call it the Kaba if you wish. the origin s go foreward and back not back to a black hole...but back to what is now the Black Sea. we may entertain the description given to us from olympian mythology of the gods moving men about like puppets on a string...or strings. it would be valid. but not in the anthropomophic sense. if we called the gods emotions...which the greeks did then you would agree that we re indeed moved along mby our emotions. e..motion if you please. in this case we may want to pluralize the gods if we want to be individual in time. we can go back to the time of the eturians...not bytheir monumental subculture but by where they exist in the emotion of time. do not let me lose uou ere. we are occupying the boundeary between heaven and earth not in space or time but in emotion. the emotion of the good word.. we have found the place....a lake a black hole where all beginnings go to. and from where all beginning come from. we need the physical anthroplology just as we need the phsical world. without it we would not have the material of existing. my search along the frontera of the boundary of the etruscans came after returning from a long long walk with carlos castaneda through mexico. I gathereed around me all the books of substance to create a surface..as emerson would call it...to skate upon. since i had been leed as a yhououng person along the path of edgar cayce...i encountered the fact that the purpose of reading a book is not to look at the grammar...or evne to catelogue what the writer is or has said...rather it is to hear what the writer is hearing. eschuco. i hear . the book that i found as my magic carpet hopn this unfroxen lake ws the golden bough by frazier. the king of the wood. yes, it is scary...those are a mystical woods that any child of with harry potter would be familiar.
in this experience of knowing the commmon terrietory between myself and pope john paul..i found that books if read with the stated purpose of hearing what the writer hears when he writes....led me to the fact that the writers are alive in the word they entertain or translate from their hearing. so, in a sense all the books i gathered around my table were strings to the gods who moved us and all of us like their puttets. you can call them superstrings if you wish. yes, it ks like the maypole..a very ancient celtic ritual of symbolizing the connection we all individually have to the pole star. to santify this fo rmodern readers...just ting of the symbolizm of the christmas tree. brances reach out holding bulbs like poeople...we have a galazy of lights upon this shere of three dimensional edistence and below the tree removed from ourselfves are the gifts of mystery from shomeone we believ in by faith...and far above is that all seeing star that wwatches over all and sees beyond all things below but at the same time is sustained by the tree below and all its magical activities. i was seeking for a solid plane of reality by gathering all these bulbs, lights and branches together in the form of books. teh walk into the morld of meso america is a dark place that has an after glow amber in color...but its most singual characteristic is planar. that is the problem there. it goes forever upon one dimension. we will not go there. the black sea is contingetgous with eturia. we will find that the base of our christmas tree is planted in its muds. but as a living tree. the cup of the mediterranean runneth over.. when i read a book , i would stop at the point of hearing what the author hear...wehne we both shared the same ears..then i would bookmark the book and put it on the large round table in the place that was reserved for it. then i would go on. the purpose of this is not to lose you place. after man u months, i hafd quite a collection of spirits who in a certain way have me thier attention. no let us be careful here. this is not a seance. although some of th rpinciples of a seance are used. my purpose was to hear the good word from the souce of the good word. it would be anacronistic to say here at this moment th e name jesus or +. we afe not at the year 6,000. it may be arbitrary but let us assign a measur of time here. not exactly 4004 bc at nine am on monday morning. well, we did say that god does have a sense of humor didnt we. let us just put time like this... 2 thousand years will take us to christ...2,000 more years will take us to abraham and moses. 2,000 more years will take us to the story as it was spoken of gilgamesh. and another 2.000 years will take us to the base of our christmas tree alive and well in the middle of what we call th eblack sea now.
we can adjust this a little if you like. e could kame a hologram from teh entersection of Abraham at 1860b c and abraham lincolm at 1860 ad. yes the pont i s pivotal. but we want to stary on th eplance not force the fulcrm.
The mentor asked the new Toastmaster...'where do you get your speeches?' and he answered: 'they appear right here in front of me like a tickertape- I just read them'.

Soon after this, I attended a scientific conference in British Columbia...on 'how to save the oceans and the seas'. It cost $500 per chair so I volunteered to work and they gave me a micrphone
to carry.

On the second day, the MC on the stage asks, "Does anyone out in the audience have a last question or statement to make?" I looked in each direction and then I looked up
and saw the
ticker tape in the air.
I stepped back and said, "No way!, I am not walking out there and saying that!" Impossible! Forget it!
But, sometimes you have no choice...like C.S. Lewis
said, "You live and you die..one picadillo at a time".
So, I raised my hand and walked down to the front of the convention center and faced a thousand people.

With knees trembling and tears streaming down my face, I said: 'I just became a Toastmaster." Everyone laughed and pointed at me. No, I didn't say that!
I said , "JESUS ! The boat is sinking."
And JESUS appeared as if walking on the waters and said, "what's the matter...losing your faith...losing your courage?".



And I said to Him, "Jesus, I do not want to sound like Jonah, who got swallowed by a whale for not doing what God asked him to do...but don't you know whose these people are...scientists, phd's, provincial governors...you want me to say and do that!"

"Provincial governors"...sorry...I will do it.

So, I stepped out and began talking about myself:
"I bought a Massey Ferguson 135 orchard tractor, a John Deere back hoe, torch, welding rig and put them together to dug ponds for an trout farm for educating kids on how salmonid live and breed. Worked and studied fish farms in Australia, China, Texas and Central America
Well, that was the easy part...anyone can talk about themselves...so, I stepped out and began to walk across the red carpet to the big doors. At this point everyone is wondering ...who is this guy?
Is he crazy?
Now, do you rememember the movie "Oh God", where George Burns plays the part of God and talks to John Denver over the radio......where the judge in the courtroom asks John Denver, sitting in the witness stand...


"So, God's been talking to you...well, who is going to be your witness today!"
And John Denver looks to the doors at the end of the carpet and says..."God!...God is going to be my witness!" And everyone...turns -for a doubtless moment to look toward the doors. That was when George (Burns) walks in smoking his cigar.



So, in my mind...(reading the script) I see the doors opening...
and I say in the mirophone..."Ladies and gentlemen..
you have heard
from many today...but have you heard
from One true authority on how to save our oceans and the seas?


"Let me introduce to you to that authority: Jules Verne." (Jules Verne is the first science fiction writer of the 1800's!).
I extended my hand and gave him the microphone and asked, "Jules, is there anything you can tell us about how to manage our use of the oceans and seas? "

"Thank you Rance," and says he to the audience:
"If you wish to succeed, you must have an all encompassing vision."
If you wish to live...you must honor that which bore you.
If you wish to prevail, you must remember those who came before you.
Do you?
Remember...the Ark...
Do you remember the Arch...
Do you remember Archamedes who said: "Give me a fulcrum..and with a lever, I will move the world..."
He did not say, 'change the world'...He said : 'move the world'.
Because the purpose of Mankind is to cultivate the garden- above and below the wutah.
Extending my hand I said,
"Thank you Jules...Ladies and Gentlemen...Jules Verne!" and retrieved the speakers microphone.

Day 6

Preamble to preamble:
Speech opens with:
the highest state in the universe is not Alaska
it is the I AM.
The greatest power in the universe is the good word spoken or...the We ARe
as you see from the 3 persons here in Michaelangelo's painting in the Sistene Chapel.
Unfortunately, we are not in the state of I AM
nor do we possess the good word spoken
We exist on the plain of you and them.
However, we do have the good word written.
In fact, nations rise and fall depending upon the books that they read.
Just imagine never having algebra
or the Alhambra if the Moors had not
discovered Aristotle on the book shelves
of Alexandria.
So, you may ask..why do we not have the good word spoken: and I will tell you:
it was lost in the garden of eden and from there men have labored to find it since.
the good word may be construed as good will among men or mankind
think of a place like the black sea in a year 6000 (b.c.) .
For the last 12,000 years before this most if not all the fresh water had fallen as snow upon the higher latitudes. the gulf current had stopped
the summer days were hotter the winter nights were colder. it was the great warming season of the ice age cycle that comes every 36 thousand years. 4 seasons like the seasons of the sun and earth. but this was the celestial season of the sun in its orbital cycle upon the plain of the milky way .
18,000 was the dead of winter. all the fresh water that had fallen as snow was trapped into ice. then came spring and for 9,000 years the earth warmed and the glaciers melted. Then came summer for the next 9,000 years to the present day. In this season of the sun we are in early August.
Spring<18-17-16-15-14-13-12-11-10>
Summer<9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1>1-2006
18000 was the ice age maximum
January>18-17-16
February>15-14-13
March>12-11-10
April>9-8-7
May>6-5-4
June>3-2-1
July>0
Like being in a row boat you cannot see where you are going only where you have been.
During the month of Celestial April 8,000 years ago or 6,000 B.C., the sea levels rose to a level that the Mediterranean spilled over from the Sea of Marmara into the Black Sea Lake 300 feet below sea level.
This was the area that metallurgy, farming, domestication of animals, horse riding, wheat growing, copper mining, and language developed.
From here the Euskara languge spoken by the Basque peoples came. A people who followed the mountain passes from the Anatolian highlands to the North of Spain. This is the land that the 'Celtic' peoples crossed the river valley today called the English Channel into the coastal lowlands of the continental shelf.
From here the pre-Aryan peoples moved south into India. From here the people of the land of Ur were settled.
It was the Garden of Eden.
It was a community of Lake People
from which we get the name Lady of the Lake.
They had one language of trade and commerce.
It was the only region where fresh water was in abundance enough for sharing communities to exist. The rest of the world was hunting and gathering peoples.
Which brings us to the most important question-
The knowledge of Good and evil.
Think of the deer and the elk. Suppose one day the elk said to one another...look at how little grass there is for us to eat. see how it has diminished.
Do you see how the deer eat it...and leave nothing for us. We must invent war. And with war we will invent rationalization. We will justify war by saying the ends justify the means. So we will make war upon our neighbors the deer.
This is what the knowledge of good and evil became in the garden of Eden or the first community of peoples know as the most ancient ones. Yes, they were an Aryan people...light skinned and fair haired. Because the sun had not shown upon these peoples yet.
Following the great flood, the people who lived around the shores of the Black Sea Lake mostly excaped the flood waters because the waters rose less than a foot per day given the great expanse of the Black Sea region.
This was the first Diaspora as the Hebrews record the word. Gilgamesh is the first telling of the flood, Noah was the second telling of the flood that was recorded in writing.
Before the garden of eden, mankind did not know war. This is the story of the Kennewick Man in the North Americas. The original First Americans lived like the deer and the elk. They did not hunt to murder. They hunted for food. They did not hunt or kill other tribal peoples because the seed of murder had not been planted. This is the telling of Genesis One...these were the children of the earth...not sons of men, sons of Adam. The story of Cain killing Abel tells this story of how war was first invented. Arnold Toynbee describes the region before the black sea flood was discovered
with the people of the hills later coming to raid the people of the farms. Hunters verses the farmers. The farmers and shepherds had food that was more easily available to the hunters than wild game.
this was the state of the world where gods will began to interact with mans will
man was killing man
two wills were in conflict.
god no longer walked with man in the garden
man had invented killing his own species.
like the elk killing the deer.
and from this came all the evils of
revenge, hatred, fear, anxiety, sorrow,
and most of all evils: the second death.
The oversoul of man is one soul in communion with the Creator...but as in heaven as on earth, with the invention of murder with Cain in the
first black sea community against the introduction of agriculture...the soul of man has an un-natural end.
nature has not claimed it...but man has claimed his own soul through war and murder.
the vision that god has for man is represented in Michaelangelos last judgement
a cross section of gods mind shows that ideally his wish for man...is that
of Abraham...reaching out and back and to
adam who is alone...all alone..but with Abraham
is the full fecundity of family and nations.
this is in the mind of god..
the image he has of and for man..
in this image of gods mind we find the trinity expressed
from the first language we have
three persons...the I
the first person you and the WE
after the falling of Adam
and the invention of war and murder
with Cain
the language changed
now we have I...not I AM
but more exactly I IS
this is the prelude to the building of the tower of babel and all the idolatries of Egypt and Babylon
this is a watershed.
follow this thought.
C.S. Lewis says that man is amphibian:
half animal and half spirit.
before Adam and the invention of war of Wills against God, man was a animal
his spirit walked with God as did the spirits or souls of the animals.
After Adam,
he was made in gods image
that is to say his spirit was angelic.
all the idols until the rise of the Hellenic people
were made in the image of man the spirit in union with god the animal.
animals were mans God.
Why? because they were more closer to
god than man.
this is why the animals were the sacred totems.
It was only through the recognition of
mans fallen state (war against his own species and setting his will against god and nature)
that a history began to be written which became the sacred books of Hebrews, second the greeks and third the Indians and last the Orientals who in 550 BC shared the trade routes of thought with the Mediterranean peoples.
So, the black sea flood gives us the location where all the stories of the eastern Mediterranean peoples have a common interpretation.
from this history comes mans interaction
with god first as an animal idol and next as a human idol and lastly as a Word wherein the will of both God and man intermingle in spoken word first and text second.
Now, we return to the Word as three persons.
I am you are he is we are you are they are
three persons singular and plural.
Winston Churhill said that doubts are traitors
but he was repeating the warning that the devil said to Eve in the garden: reach out-take what you will the teeth of the serpent are not large-surely you will not die. But what he did not say was no-one dies from the bite of the snake, for how else
would the venom live in the blood of man?
Mankind is the only animal that harbors fear, hate, anxiety, resentment and revenge.
Why? Because the venom lives in the blood of man.
Is there hope? Well, what was lost can be found...so where would we look for the good word spoken? I can tell you- it is somewhere above and below the waters but to find it will take and act of magic.
I found this magic at an international conference
in Vancouver BC on how to save the oceans and the seas. It was $500 a chair and as a student I volunteered to carry the microphone throughout the audience. On the second day
........Christ was given teh domain name 'Keeper of the Human Heart"- the only angel in heaven with the power to intercede between heaven and earth for mankind. No other animal has such and intercessor. The power over death the power of redemption.
So, what is redemption? It is the power of transfusion...the exchanging of the old blood for the new.
Can you imagine....having a heart free from the effects of hate, fear, anxiety, resentment or revenge? Can you imagine...death would just pass us by.
My friends the petition of Archemedes, "Give me a fulcrum and with a lever I will move the world was granted 2,000 years ago with the birth of a man...who did not change the world ...but moved the world...to a closer walk with thee.
And now, where is this man today..?
I can tell you- wherever the good word is spoken that man is. Toastmasters.

Preamble to speech:
It is said that Jacob had a vision of a ladder
between heaven and earth
Now, Einstein said that all things are relative
to time and place
So what would Jacob see today in the sky?
A ladder or an escalator
And would it be going to where it came from.
In English we call this escatology-
the science of seeing the end by knowing
the beginning.
How do you know the Word that is spoken?
by hearing so,
In Spanish I think we could just say: Eschuco:
I hear.
Well, today I bring to you something to hear
and see- the mystery treasure of one in three.

6-8 Minute Toastmasters Speech rdance@kvalley.com to spain

Some English speakers would know what the word escatology means. But all Spanish speaker would know.. It means to listen. Eschuco- I listen.

If you were to ask, what is the greatest power in the physical universe, the answer would be: the power of the good word- that is spoken.

A geologist looks down at his feet...does he see solid ground...no. He sees liquid rock that is cooling.
Or a carpet of sand or silt carried by water or wind. If he looks up into the sky he sees water that is rising. Waters below and waters above.

We do not have the good word spoken.
It has been lost. We have good word written
that we speak- taken from what was written about what was spoken in the oral tradition.
Gilgamesh tells a story about Noah. Moses tells the story of Gilgamesh. This is the generation gap between the oral and written tradition. As Abraham Lincoln said: the first 40 is the text and the second 40 is the commentary. It is for this reason that the good word is not with man. It is for this reason why one is three.

Soy, eres, nosotros- - I am, you are, we are.

Historically, we lost the good word
in the garden of eden nearly..6,000 years before Christ At a time when the Mediterranean spilled over the Dardinells into what is now the Black Sea .
Winston Churchill was quoting the bible when he said 'our doubts are our traitors'.


He simply affirms what the snake, the witchdoctor or the devil had already said: 'that no-one really dies from a snake bite'....how else could the venom live
in the blood of man.?
The 'good word' was not lost...it was taken ?
As Aristotle said: two things cannot occupy the same place at the same time.
Adam could say, I Am. But, no man can. For everyman is dust in the wind. All that we can call our own is that we are we. 3rd in person only.
I am is uncorruptable. We are many. And by ourselves, nothing. Dust dust in the wind.
. Like the law of the jungle the law runneth forward and back. If we listen for the good word then the separation between 3rd 2nd and 1st person narrows. Man cannot occupy the position of 1st person. He can only be considered in the third person 'we'. The second person is only a variation of bone pointing or the recognition of Man's separation from the 1st person.
So, how do we hear our way back to the 1st person?
The answer to that is through the second person as the second person relates singularly to the 1st Person.

The following speech is an illustration of asking the second person to speak on behalf of the 1st person.
I call this event story...Walking on Water..as it happened at a conference in British Columbia called How to Save the Oceans and the Seas.
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Not long after becoming a toastmaster, I entered a competition in a Tall Tale contest. I told a tall tale, but it was a true story. It was about coincidence or to be more specific how people and events coincide in ways that simply have no explanation. Consequently, they remain an enigma forever after. The tale was not tall...it was shimmering like a mirage in my memory..but, the facts were all there as were the people.
It began in 1986 during the summer. I happened upon the Southern Cross in an anthropology book. It is a little cross of stars far in the sky high above Ayers Rock a sacred site in Alice Springs. It fancied me to go and see what magical powers I would find that the natives attribute to this confluence of energy.
So I went. But, along the way I stopped at the University of Sydney and enrolled into their master's program in anthropology after having just graduated in geology. It was October and the holidays were starting, so I bought an old Toyota Landcruiser and set off to see the countryside. Up the coast and down the center through all that red red dirt.
When I got to Alice and the Southern Cross..I did not find anything particular so I travelled on. Along the way I happeded to pick up two hitchhikkers.
It was about 400 miles to Perth and little did I know that the two hitchhikers were highwaymen looking for someone to rob.
I have read much about people who have gone through near-death experiences. It is a singular phenomena I believe. Like going outside the boundary of our particular universe- not far enough to die but far enough to see the separation.
What was so unique about this experience is that the one person in the back saw my bowie knife below my seat and had picked it up looking for an OK from his front-seat friend. Well, I am looking back on all this now because for some reason...some spiritual agency was at work controlling the minds of us all. For them, it was a frustration that the opportunity to kill just never seemed right as we drove on hour after hour.
Here, turn down this desolate road...we have friends there...but nothing was there, so I turned around and got back on the highway. This may sound strange to you...you may want to ask...why I did not avoid the situation or remove them from the truck.
That is a problem. You see, it was not until several days later...that I realized what had happened. It was as though I was suspended from the real world for 8 hours. They say taken up in the Spirit.
The world around was like watching a movie with the characters just fictional actors. It was later that the sober and somber reality of that situation dawned upon me.
When I got to Freemantle, I went to work as a carpenter while watching the America's Cup races. Then one afternoon, the full memory of the almost dying event dawned upon me.
Needless to say , I was shaken to my very bones.
The first thing I did was quit my job, pack my truck and head straight east across the continent. It is difficult to describe the feeling that I felt.
When I was outside of the city I happened to pass a lake and stopped and picked up the knife that was still on the back floor-board and took it scabard and all and threw it as far as I could into the middle of the lake. It was made by Stone , a very famous knife maker in Texas. The irony that was to follow did not suprise me when Crocidile Dundee turned up with my knife a few years later. Of course, it was not the same knife...but remember we are talking about escatology and hearing.
The first thing I wanted was to get back into the company of my own people. Nothing against the Aussies or their history...I just needed to be with spiritual comrades. Now this is where the ears must perk up. The people that wound up with was South Americas...Argentinians, Paraguayans and Bolivians.
And it is true that when I finally got there...they embraced me like a lost child. But, we are still in Australia for the moment.
When I arrived at the Sydney International airport, the nice lady informed me that no flights were left this week to Aukland for round the world stand-by. I should go to the South Island she suggested.
It was not too many days later, after selling my truck that I was walking down the streets of Christchurch.
Remember, that after a near-death experience..(however interpreted)...one is
never the same. After that I never really knew if I was really alive or living in some borrowed life.
That day,

I walked into a museum where three of the Chin soldiers from China had been dis-interred and placed in a dirt pit for observation. There with the horses they rode in on...so long ago...A woman was giving a lecture on them...but she was talking like someone out of the Twilight Zone...so I left...and began walking down the main st. of Christchurch. It was November 23rd, 1986.
Across the street a attractive woman was walking, I could tell be her general demeanor that she was American and I really needed to speak to someone of my own territory...if just for a moment.
I will never forget what she said when I asked if she was an American. She replied bluntly..are you here to see PJP? I looked at her for a moment..and asked if PJP was 'in town'? Yes, she said...he is speaking at a little church on the other side of town...do you want to come with me?
Yes, I said...and we walked there. It is not far across the city of Christchurch, it took us about 20 minutes. We found a small church with a small soccer field yard in the back where a platform of black-painted plywood had been constructed. It was 6 sheets or 16ft wide and 12ft deep and two feet high I estimated.

Noone was there. We didnt mind waiting. The weather in New Zealand in the summer is nice- warm and sunny...not a cloud in the sky.
I have forgotten her name. I remember her telling me that she was the personal secretary to one of the senior and very conservative United States Senators back in Washington and she commuted from Alexandria,Virginia . I was bemused at the intensity of antipathy she had for the catholics. She said...look...PJP is coming here soon to preach to these people and they will bring box lunches, their children and probably transisitor radios to make a picnic of it. I just laughed. I was more concerned with the apparent symbolism at hand. She was definitely Protestant...I was a born-again Christian who strangely enough was raised in the Greek Orthodox Church at Swiss and Apple Sts. in Dallas, Texas. And I thought, the other side of this triangle is definitely a person of Catholic heritage.
So, we waited. PJP was late is turned out...but only one hour. What I remember as so peculiar was how the people arrived all at once. There were not that many...a hundred I suppose. But, they were just there suddenly. No cars were visible. No bicycles...just all the people sitting on the lawn waiting for PJP.
Well, he did arrive. A black limousine pulled up from a little grassy road. Three men in long black robes got out. They all looked about the same age...in their 60's.
There was no microphone. There was no electricity. Only a platform of black painted plywood. One of the men walked out boldly and glared at the audience..and muttered something...he looked everyone in the eyes...then smiled and turned around to the others. I suppose he was seeing if the audience represented a threat. For a moment there I thought it was Pope John Paul. But, it was just a priest who kinda looked like him with a magic trick.
Then Pope John Paul walked forward and began speaking to the small crowd of Catholics who lived on the south island.
I cannot remember what exactly he was talking about when warming up to his subject...because what was to happen was so bazarre that everything else fades in comparison.
I was remenising on the Popes face...he looked a lot like my grandmother. My grandmother had her picture when she was 99 on the front page of Autumn Pages...I think that is the name of the magazine that is published in Texas. Jimmy Carter had called her on the phone. She had those great piercing blue eyes of a majestic woman who I remember received her 40 year pin at the age of 40 from the Eastern Star Masons. She drove her car until the age of 95. But, she was not Catholic...I do not remember all the churches that she took me to as a kid...but I do remember the group of old women all born in the late 1800's who studied Mary Baker Eddies book: , Science and Keys to the Scripture. It was to this book that she attributed her longevity and perfect health for 95 years. How can you argue with the facts?
I didnt enjoy John Paul's reverie very long of staring into his eyes before it happened. I say into his eyes..because my lady friend- let me just call her Sophie....had picked out the square exactly a leg length of where the pope stood. We could have put our feet out against the platform we were that close. Her biggest concern was that we would not be squeezed...you know how these Catholics are about squeexing together. But, they didnt, they allowed us our little square in front of the Pope.
Looking back on this, I wish I had gotten her name and address. I also wanted to write a letter to Pope John Paul and ask his opinion of what happend that day. I never did though. And now, he is too old to remember. He would have remembered I knew that.
So, he had talked for about 5 minutes... and I looked off to the west towards a volcanic cone that rides the waters off shore. Around the edge came a little black cloud. It was odd...the sky was clear blue. Generally, cloud fomations act within a weather pattern... I knew this from flight school.
The little black cloud was followed by another..and then another...and then another and then another. They formed a line in a row. One by one they steered straight to us.
I nudged my friend and said...'look at this'. She looked and at that moment Pope John Paul stopped talking and he looked. After a moment or two all the other people they too looked. A clear blue sky with no wind just a little row of black ships sailing from the top of an extinct volcano straight towards us.
The Pope stopped speaking and turned a little to look. The cloud came and dropped chasms of water, it fell in buckets. In a moment we were sitting in several inches of water in the grass. But , it was not cold..it was summer time. We had the presence of mind not to move. The two priests went to the car and emerged with a huge black umbrella for the three. We just sat in the rain. But , we were face to face. All the people had departed as quickly as they came.
So, what was this little communion in the rain about?
All I knew at the time was that symbolically the entire history of the Austral lands..the South of the hemisphere...in regards to the church were being commented on by God.
The seven clouds...like seven black ships just dumped so much water on us that we could only just sit and stare at one another. And Pope John Paul was included...he was not gazing around wondering where his flock had gone..he just looked so human at us..without a single commentary in his eyes.
We just shared the same eyes the three of us for 20 minutes in the rain.
Then I told her that it would not look good
(to whom I do not know) if we outlasted Him
so we got up and walked back to town.
I was told later by someone that the rain stopped a little while later and the people came back and the speech continued. Well, I guess we had our private baptismal conference with the pope.
I wondered since why the dates were so coincidental
I was on the street corner of main and commerce streets at the same time and on the same date November 23rd...but this was 1963 when
the first catholic president was assassinated
Strangely, I looked up to the window..not of the book depository building but of the old courthouse across the street at a 3rd floor window and told my friend we have enough time to go there and sit on the wide ledge (sandstone) and watch the president. But, by the time we asked permission of the Judge to go into his study and look out the window...the president had already gone past...in a hurry we later were to learn. All we saw was police putting up yellow tape along the sidewalks.
We did not know what happened until an hour later when riding in the Southland Life elevator to the observatory that an attorney looking fellow asked if we knew the president had been assassinated.
Well, I do not think I was responsible for any of that but who knows how the will of man works out in the play of history. I do not think the pope was blaming me....there was nothing in his eyes to suggest that.
But, I will never forget his eyes. It was different from the television programs that followed for the next 18 years.
Before I met my wife in St. Peters in Caracas, I was in Spain and had this obsession to go to Vatican City and shout out to the Pope that it is ok to die. It was so sad to see him carried out all the time in front of the world..to mumble something....unable even to speak..
but at least I had the satisfaction of another coincidence.
Five minutes after my marrage in Caracas the brother in law of my wife ran into the room and said Pope Paul died. For me it was a great relief and a blessing of sorts. We had tried to get the catholic church thing together for our wedding ...but there was so much red tape that it seemed not possible. So, this was a little white cross that was put on our sacramental cake that no hands have touched.
From Dallas to Christchurch to Caracas..a thread
of connectivity runs through time and circumstance.
What the meaning is is lost in the mystery of Christianity.
I am familar with the history of the lands under the southern cross. I attended school in Cholula, Mexico in 1970 to study anthropology. And I knew how the lust for gold had destroyed entire civilizations. Soon, in a matter of weeks, I go to Cordova and Sevilla to see some of this gold now symbolically plastered on the church walls there.
But, this was New Zealand, a neutral country as far as the cross goes. These are Anglican peoples.
My father had taken me out of the Protestant circle and at the age of 5 enrolled me and my 12 year old brother into the Greek school. He liked the Greeks.
He said that the only real difference between the two political schools was the habit of their clergy. He said the Orthodox must be men of the family- with a wife and children. The Catholic on the other hand imposed chasity of sorts and poverty of sorts. My father did not subscribe to that. He thought that if a man is going to be a man ...he must experience the world..and then from a position of detachment apply his own self-discipline. Beyond that , there was not a lot of difference he thought. So, he had a lot of Catholic friends too...the Italian community and the Greek community of Dallas.
I remember Father Bithos. He asked my dad to replace the carpet in the church. I was there to help. It was a ritual of sorts...how and where to walk...to stay in reverence. And then replacing the icons. That was a great honor to hold those objects.
Once even the Archbishop came to the church so my dad took me there privately to meet with him. The three of us sat together on a bench inside with me in the middle. I don't recall what they talked about. But, a year or so later...I got the inspiration to travel to Sofia in byzantium to study Greek. That is another story.
lets put the question in perspective. I have told you how I met and was baptixed with pope john paul...but i have not told you why.
the answer to this goes back 10 years to my born again experience. I say born again but what i really mean is born from above..
it was something that was current during the 7o's. you do not hear much about the born again expeirence today...simply becuase it is not happening. . we will have to talk about it to some extent in order to anser the question of why i met and was mystically baptized with pople john paul. in a social sense, being born again is likeened to the lottery. a person is 'called' to come forth and purshcse with faith the lotto ticket of hope. not hoe in any particular event just hoe for itself. hope is an article of faith and faith is an article of gods grace and grace is an article of the intercessionary power of jesus the christst to to transform an individual from the dissembling power of hate to eh assembling power of love..so in this respect hope is also communial.
many are called to experience tis hope. ironicall, this state of hope could be called in terminology of Lewis and Tookein..the middle kingdom. middle meaning that it can go back or forth depending upon circumstances. it is an alternating currency...this hope-faith phenomenah. what lies abofe it is the act of being chosen. as it is written many are called but few are chosen.
being chosen is the result of an act of free will. it is not an arbitrary act of faith. faith and hope are always arbitrary...because the will of the individual is alway depeendent upon exterior events...tat is why it is alternating. herein lies the great temptation for america....it could come to pass that for some reason of circumstance or another...the great majority are given to knwo that they are not chosen...they have only been called.. if this did come to pass then the venom that lies in teh blood of the middle kingdom- the heart of Adamac man would spread out upon the nation as a whole. think about it for a minute. all the fundamental indoctrination of protestant dogma for and against the church...hinges upon reason. what holds together the community of christians...is not therr faith..but their reason. as winston churhhill sid our doubts are our traitors. if the churshes today bursting at the seams with christians every came to lose their reason...and this is the reason that stands against superstition...the reason that holds back the dark ages. if they began to beli3v in the un-reasonable the miraculous, the the magic of man then..they would spill out and make pqalestinans in the streets of jeruswlem look like shool chiuldrne.
throwing rocks. they would take stoning to a new level of art.
sok thiis givs a picure of what the born again experience portends. now, we ask who partakes of this experience and why. Man y have....even today. the anser is sometimes written on th e subway walls. Kalil Gibran said that if you giv me an ear i will giv you a voice. he was defining th difference btween john of patmos and nostradamus. John of Patmos first was on a very special island. i hav slept bare on those rocky crags and know what dreams may come. but, john had an audience too. the audience of th sons of .
church while still the actual ligh of Christ left an after glow upon t whle region. john was perhaps one of th first born again christians. he was born from above...where was he born ...the intercessionalry plateau between th waer below and waters abovu
Sdark caves bri bisions. many people go in caves buonly a very ey few are welcomed in into the laschaeax of transcendent art.
a modern day example is bachelor of h sabbatical church...here is an individual who wenino a cave and returned to speak to s small group of americans. in tis respect he is no different from Mohammad.
here is the great irony of the muslim-jewish-christian triangle. by all jewish accounts of old testamen prophesy....jesus if he was he messiah was born of joseph and mary without the miraculous...where joseph was of the house o fdavid and jesus rose
bisions. many people go in caves buonly a very ey few are welcomed in innS
to start over...
the experiences of john of patmos and nostradamous are
try again
December 27thS

Across America we have legionw ofpeople who own the lotto ticket of hope based on faith, based on grace based on
So here we were eye to eye with the vicar of Christ waiting to see what was next. As you might expect, when the little armada of clouds got directly overhead they let loose. I have seen downpours in Texas...when we were kids...the streets would flood so much that we would raft down the sides by the curbs. I have seen rain fall in Georgia where the windshild wipers simply could not keep up. And in Central America is rains. It also rains in Hawaii. I have seen the rain when it falls. But not like this.
Someone upstairs has a sense of humor. I have alway sensed that. I remember as a 12 year old...we would get these thunder storms in Dallas. Gee..it would really rain in the summer. But, it was so hot that it was fun to just run out in your short into the rain. I did that once looking up as far as I could see between the rain drops...and the clouds broke and the sun came out. As it did, a rainbow appeared. I felt the presence of something, so I fell on my knees looking up at the rainbow. And then something happened that made me cry...a second rainbow appeared right above it. I do not know if falling on my knees had any influence on that event...but , I alway felt that it did.
The water fell out of the sky like sheets unbroken into drops. I didn't care...it was summer and the sun was still shining. I had a t-shirt and jeans and sandals.
But I looked around and to my sheer amazement...every single person was gone. No , not under trees or sitting in cars or riding away on bicycles between the little flocks of sheep that cover everything green in New Zealand. They simply disappeared. I remember stories I heard as a student of Carlor Castaneda while at the University of the Americas back in 1970. No, he did not teach there, but we had the books he wrote and we were out there in the desert looking for the Yaki way of knowledge. And I knew about all the legends of Aztecs, Mistecs, Toltecs, Mayans and Incas and such. And how they did not leave their land in a conventional sense from drought or famine. They left by going somewhere else. Actually, it was this train of thought that scared me right out of Mexico. When you approach invisibility and the schism between the waters and the worlds , you know you have gone too far and it is time to get back into the general consensu of reality.
I think that was where we were that day in Christchurch New Zealand sitting in the rain alone with Pope John Paul looking into one another's eyes.
I think back now that it was the near death experience that tempered my spirit for this coincidence of events.
What was peculiar was that the Pope was going the same direction I was but in reverse. I was going as it were from Perth, Western Australia to Sydney, Christchurch and then over Tierra del Fuego to Sa Paulo. This was the same track he was on enroute to South Africa. For what it is worth. Strange.
What happened for those 20 minutes that we sat there eye to eye being baptized by a power greater than us both..
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the answer is escatalogical..that is hearing. this is not new. it was said long ago in India. and tibet and in etruria. my pre-baptismal connection with pjp goes back to the Etruscians. it has to do with my gorn again experience...or if you wish to be more exact..my born above experience. the truth remains the same...the words are just changed to suit the people and events. so, for our purposes, the truth is perennial. call it the tree of life, call it the kaballah call it the Kaba if you wish. the origin s go foreward and back not back to a black hole...but back to what is now the Black Sea. we may entertain the description given to us from olympian mythology of the gods moving men about like puppets on a string...or strings. it would be valid. but not in the anthropomophic sense. if we called the gods emotions...which the greeks did then you would agree that we re indeed moved along mby our emotions. e..motion if you please. in this case we may want to pluralize the gods if we want to be individual in time. we can go back to the time of the eturians...not bytheir monumental subculture but by where they exist in the emotion of time. do not let me lose uou ere. we are occupying the boundeary between heaven and earth not in space or time but in emotion. the emotion of the good word.. we have found the place....a lake a black hole where all beginnings go to. and from where all beginning come from. we need the physical anthroplology just as we need the phsical world. without it we would not have the material of existing. my search along the frontera of the boundary of the etruscans came after returning from a long long walk with carlos castaneda through mexico. I gathereed around me all the books of substance to create a surface..as emerson would call it...to skate upon. since i had been leed as a yhououng person along the path of edgar cayce...i encountered the fact that the purpose of reading a book is not to look at the grammar...or evne to catelogue what the writer is or has said...rather it is to hear what the writer is hearing. eschuco. i hear . the book that i found as my magic carpet hopn this unfroxen lake ws the golden bough by frazier. the king of the wood. yes, it is scary...those are a mystical woods that any child of with harry potter would be familiar.
in this experience of knowing the commmon terrietory between myself and pope john paul..i found that books if read with the stated purpose of hearing what the writer hears when he writes....led me to the fact that the writers are alive in the word they entertain or translate from their hearing. so, in a sense all the books i gathered around my table were strings to the gods who moved us and all of us like their puttets. you can call them superstrings if you wish. yes, it ks like the maypole..a very ancient celtic ritual of symbolizing the connection we all individually have to the pole star. to santify this fo rmodern readers...just ting of the symbolizm of the christmas tree. brances reach out holding bulbs like poeople...we have a galazy of lights upon this shere of three dimensional edistence and below the tree removed from ourselfves are the gifts of mystery from shomeone we believ in by faith...and far above is that all seeing star that wwatches over all and sees beyond all things below but at the same time is sustained by the tree below and all its magical activities. i was seeking for a solid plane of reality by gathering all these bulbs, lights and branches together in the form of books. teh walk into the morld of meso america is a dark place that has an after glow amber in color...but its most singual characteristic is planar. that is the problem there. it goes forever upon one dimension. we will not go there. the black sea is contingetgous with eturia. we will find that the base of our christmas tree is planted in its muds. but as a living tree. the cup of the mediterranean runneth over.. when i read a book , i would stop at the point of hearing what the author hear...wehne we both shared the same ears..then i would bookmark the book and put it on the large round table in the place that was reserved for it. then i would go on. the purpose of this is not to lose you place. after man u months, i hafd quite a collection of spirits who in a certain way have me thier attention. no let us be careful here. this is not a seance. although some of th rpinciples of a seance are used. my purpose was to hear the good word from the souce of the good word. it would be anacronistic to say here at this moment th e name jesus or +. we afe not at the year 6,000. it may be arbitrary but let us assign a measur of time here. not exactly 4004 bc at nine am on monday morning. well, we did say that god does have a sense of humor didnt we. let us just put time like this... 2 thousand years will take us to christ...2,000 more years will take us to abraham and moses. 2,000 more years will take us to the story as it was spoken of gilgamesh. and another 2.000 years will take us to the base of our christmas tree alive and well in the middle of what we call th eblack sea now.
we can adjust this a little if you like. e could kame a hologram from teh entersection of Abraham at 1860b c and abraham lincolm at 1860 ad. yes the pont i s pivotal. but we want to stary on th eplance not force the fulcrm.
The mentor asked the new Toastmaster...'where do you get your speeches?' and he answered: 'they appear right here in front of me like a tickertape- I just read them'.

Soon after this, I attended a scientific conference in British Columbia...on 'how to save the oceans and the seas'. It cost $500 per chair so I volunteered to work and they gave me a micrphone
to carry.

On the second day, the MC on the stage asks, "Does anyone out in the audience have a last question or statement to make?" I looked in each direction and then I looked up
and saw the
ticker tape in the air.
I stepped back and said, "No way!, I am not walking out there and saying that!" Impossible! Forget it!
But, sometimes you have no choice...like C.S. Lewis
said, "You live and you die..one picadillo at a time".
So, I raised my hand and walked down to the front of the convention center and faced a thousand people.

With knees trembling and tears streaming down my face, I said: 'I just became a Toastmaster." Everyone laughed and pointed at me. No, I didn't say that!
I said , "JESUS ! The boat is sinking."
And JESUS appeared as if walking on the waters and said, "what's the matter...losing your faith...losing your courage?".



And I said to Him, "Jesus, I do not want to sound like Jonah, who got swallowed by a whale for not doing what God asked him to do...but don't you know whose these people are...scientists, phd's, provincial governors...you want me to say and do that!"

"Provincial governors"...sorry...I will do it.

So, I stepped out and began talking about myself:
"I bought a Massey Ferguson 135 orchard tractor, a John Deere back hoe, torch, welding rig and put them together to dug ponds for an trout farm for educating kids on how salmonid live and breed. Worked and studied fish farms in Australia, China, Texas and Central America
Well, that was the easy part...anyone can talk about themselves...so, I stepped out and began to walk across the red carpet to the big doors. At this point everyone is wondering ...who is this guy?
Is he crazy?
Now, do you rememember the movie "Oh God", where George Burns plays the part of God and talks to John Denver over the radio......where the judge in the courtroom asks John Denver, sitting in the witness stand...


"So, God's been talking to you...well, who is going to be your witness today!"
And John Denver looks to the doors at the end of the carpet and says..."God!...God is going to be my witness!" And everyone...turns -for a doubtless moment to look toward the doors. That was when George (Burns) walks in smoking his cigar.



So, in my mind...(reading the script) I see the doors opening...
and I say in the mirophone..."Ladies and gentlemen..
you have heard
from many today...but have you heard
from One true authority on how to save our oceans and the seas?


"Let me introduce to you to that authority: Jules Verne." (Jules Verne is the first science fiction writer of the 1800's!).
I extended my hand and gave him the microphone and asked, "Jules, is there anything you can tell us about how to manage our use of the oceans and seas? "

"Thank you Rance," and says he to the audience:
"If you wish to succeed, you must have an all encompassing vision."
If you wish to live...you must honor that which bore you.
If you wish to prevail, you must remember those who came before you.
Do you?
Remember...the Ark...
Do you remember the Arch...
Do you remember Archamedes who said: "Give me a fulcrum..and with a lever, I will move the world..."
He did not say, 'change the world'...He said : 'move the world'.
Because the purpose of Mankind is to cultivate the garden- above and below the wutah.
Extending my hand I said,
"Thank you Jules...Ladies and Gentlemen...Jules Verne!" and retrieved the speakers microphone.















Day 4:
Crusades for Christ in the 20th century.
The Americas (North-Central-South) need to develop a co-operative policy with Spain, Italy, Germany and France to stop the intrusion of Middle East laborers into Europe.

It is time to put the Monroe Doctrine aside and allow reconciliation between Europe and the Americas. Millions of Catholic-Christian workers seek employment. Many honest and hard-working Peruvians and Bolivians already help the Spanish economy. There is no conflict of cultures...there is no terrorism.

The Old World owes a debt to the native people of the Southern Hemisphere. Natural resources were taken, land confiscated and cultures destroyed. It is time to pay that debt in a way that all will benefit.
Send to Europe an army of goodwill workers- ambassadors of the Christian faith.

An orthodox truth says good fences make good neighbors. It is time to stop the Islamification of Europe. It is time to repair the fences that have kept cultures unique. Stop the flood of Muslims into Europe by building a bridge from the New World to the Old- with honest hard working Catholic Christians.

Support our cause....the cause of Jesus Christ in the 20th Century. South America is falling prey to Stalin-style communism. Hugo Chavez is an example of how Christianity has lost its call to the Catholic peoples.

It is predicted that in the next 20 years Europe will be predominantly Muslim like Indonesia. This does not have to happen. There are millions of Catholic peoples in the Americas who are desperate for honest work and a closer witness to Christ in their lives.

Terrorism has to be the most visible and audible sign of our times. It is not about militarism. It is about broken fences. De-fuse the hate-charged enclaves of Muslims


who fill the ghettos of Europe. Honor the culture of these people and send them back to their own nations. Honor the debt to the poor of Central and South America and bring these good Christians into the fold of the modern world.

We want to make a statement against Castro-Chavez-China in the Americas. Cuba is the poorest nation in the hemisphere of the Americas. Despite its oil-wealth, Venezuela has a population of poor that comprise more than 50% of the population and these people...many beggars on the street...earn less than $10 per day and prices are comparable to the United States. The poor are political hostages of government sponsored poverty. The four armies of Hugo Chavez are: (1) the poor (2) the un-official police (3) the official police (4) the military. Inside this quadrangle is the middle class who are intimidated every moment of their lives by the threats of the criminal poor and the symbiotic protection of the un-official police.

If you believe as we do, that Jesus Christ is the closest we have to a living representative of God of the Bible and a wise and loving benefactor to mankind then you will know that Jesus is the most important knowledge a person can have.
And He can only be known through the Holy Bible.

Mohammadism like Buddhism was a faith that became a religion. Not so with Christianity. Christianity is a religion that became a Faith. Every book of the Old Testament echoes of the coming of the Righteous One. Jesus Christ was the last Prophet and the First Apostle. Religion follows in the steps of good sages and good soldiers. But only one religion in the history of humankind became a Faith. Before the 6th Century, Islam did not exist. It is solely the creation of a man and his followers. Jesus Christ is the creation of God witnessed as a fulfillment by and of Hebrew people since the days of Abraham- whether they are conscious of it or not.




For this reason, good fences make good neighbors. The Middle East must eventually have representative governments. But this will not be accomplished by the cultural and religious destruction of Europe- which needs Christianity. Catholicism needs a personal identity with Christ. Catholicism needs to be evangelical. Protestants need to be Catholic. Muslims need to be Muslim.

If you believe as we do...help us provide the means to air-lift thousands- if not millions of honest, hard-working Catholic Christians from Central and South America to Spain, Germany, France and Italy. Let the bond of a working faith unite the New World with the Old. Let the darkness of dictators and communists be replaced by the light of fellowship between kinsmen. Let the New World be a fulfillment for the Old World.

Buy a t-shirt like a war-bond. Email us your thoughts and considerations. Reach out to the governments on both sides of the Atlantic to build this bridge for Christ. We will provide contact throughout Central and South America so you can be involved in stopping terrorism and benefiting peoples around the world.


Day 7
Sargent at Arms, Toastmaster's and guests...how many surfaces have you walked on today?
Carpet, linoleum, pavement, grass, soil... try walking on water.

My mentor of three years, asked me after a competition, Rance where do you get your speeches? I said, well Sandy... they just appear like a ticker tape right here and I read them.

Several years ago I became a TM to speak to groups concerning the environment, our watershed, wildlife - rivers, creeks and steams.

I attended a $500 a chair conference in Vancouver B.C. on how to manage the oceans and the seas. Scientists, governors, mayors, provincials and tribes. I called on the phone, hey, can I work my through this? Sure, so they gave me a microphone and to someone else on the other side of the convention hall.

Midway thru the conference Saturday after noon during recess, a lady from Ottowa said over her shoulder, today they will find someone to blame. So I followed her and asked what she meant. She told me.

The conference started up again. It was the hour of recogning. The MC asked, "Does anyone in the audience have any last thing to say....?

And I looked up and the ticker tape began. No way, I'm not going to walk out there and say that!!! The Gods must be Crazy!!!
Woopie, coined that sentiment so well,,,, 'uhhh' she says.
I won't do it!
Your ears pound, your heart is thundering..."you have no choice"!!
(pointing to the audience)
You do or you die!
Like C.S. Lewis said: you live or you die...one picadillo at a time.

"Yes....yes...", uhh.....uhh.....

I turned an looked at this audience...Jesus...I know how the disciples felt when the boat filled with water and Jesus appeared on the waters..."you boys a little afraid are you"
losing your courage, losing your faith?

uhhh...! uhhhh...!

I began talking about myself...I bought a Massey 135 in Yakima, an old John Deere 14ft backhoe in Ellensburg and built a trout farm and education site for kids. (People were looking at me like...who is this guy?) I went on, I was called to this because water, fish, river, the oceans and the seas are important. Hatcheries- feed lots on every river from Sacremento to the Kenei... in Man's Creation...is there no place where the Wild Things Are?

Laughing, that was the easy part...anybody can talk about themselves.

I walked up the red carpet towards the two great doors and said, " Ladies and Gentlemen, you have heard from Tribes, from scientists, from government officials..but have you heard from a True Authority?"

Today, I bring to you a True Authority.

Oh God!!! What is that movie....the judge asked John Denver..."who is going to be your witness?" and Denver says,,,God!! God is going to be my witness!"

And George Burns walks in.

uhhhh... I looked at the door and wished that anybody would open it and walk in.

Ladies and gentlemen, Today I bring to you ....- JULES VERNE!
I tell you the rows of people who had fallen prone in their chairs with their feet sticking in the air...who had followed me all the time with their glazed eyes...said to one another..."Who did he Say?

So, I took His Hand, "Thank You", Mr. Verne if you had just one thing to say what would it be?
Rance....."you must have an all-encompasssing vision if you wish to succeed."
You must remember where you came from. You must remember those who came before you. Do you remember....the Arch? Do you remember Archa medes? Who said....give me a fulcrum and with a lever I will move the world. "Move the world...don't change it"
Ladies and gentlemen....and toastmaster's: Jules Verne.