Believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets/voices have gone out into the world.  1 John 4:1

We live in a layered reality, in this time/space/matter continuum – called “our day.”  Not that it has ever been different from the time our first parents were expelled from the Garden of Eden.  But we live now and experience our day.  Together. And this day, we are certain, is layered.  It is a 3D puzzle.

Nowhere is that more obvious than in the political theatre of US federal election campaigns.  The games people play are myriad, the machinations behind the scenes are often untold for decades or centuries – if they ever see the light of day.  But most observers – active, thinking citizens – are aware of the layers of manipulation and the role that money, power, and family/agenda ties have in how the story unfolds.

Decades ago, while a young woman working in a state-level lobbying organization, a seasoned veteran of the lobbying-without-direct-cash-to-dispense world gave my first peek at all this.  He would say things like, “Never be limited by the vocabulary of your adversary. Don’t let them control the language of the conversation.” Oh. Words matter. In the world of ideas, the flavor of words – matter.  He entertained me one lunch break with his musings about certain candidates then being run for office by the major parties.  One, put forward by the incumbent party, seemed weak compared to the opposition.  My friend tossed out the idea that the party now in power knew there was a mess coming, and they were offering up a sacrificial lamb so that – if he did win, he would take the heat and “take one for the team.” But if he lost, the other party would take blame for the mess, and power would revert back at the end of the shift.

This is not the way an average voting citizen sees or thinks; but this is how power brokers think and strategize.  And this gentleman was at the less sophisticated levels of such folk.

Notice that these puzzle pieces would fit together in any configuration of the four.  How often is the win-win simply a matter of rearranging the blocks – rephrasing the sentence – reordering the steps to the goal.  We can’t see this until we relax and trust each other’s motives – until we are negotiating in good faith with others of like heart.

I was reminded of all this a while back, in conversation with a young woman at our local library.  We were talking about the present candidates running for US President in the elections coming up, November 2016.  There were many contenders at the time. By the time this writing is read, the panorama will have changed a great deal.  Most states will have “spoken” re their preferences, and the money/morale/volunteers and sheer stamina will shift for those that have not come out ahead.  That’s why this process is called a race.  In some respects it is like a horse race.  What a pitiful way to select one of the major leaders of the so-called free world. It is very expensive, this free world, and it is highly restricted – more every day – so that term is obsolete language we still use because it makes us feel better… than… what, exactly?

Anyway, in this conversation at the library, my companion commented she was upset by the brash remarks of one front-runner regarding immigration, particularly the attitude toward Muslims and refugees.  I had been noticing that quotes and moves being reported re this one were not those of a person seriously contending for the post.  The world hardly needs that persona or set of expressed attitudes at the helm in the rocky days ahead for our shrinking planet.  But when she expressed her concerns, something dawned on me; the sun rose on my thinking, and details took on new color and clarity.  I played the devil’s advocate, after the pattern of my veteran lobbyist friend from so long ago.

What if he really doesn’t want to win, I ventured.  Her eyes widened in question – “Why would he run if he didn’t?”  “Well, what if he’s a spoiler,” I said, recalling the role in former races, played by Ross Perot, Jesse Jackson, and others.  Her lights went on and the level of consciousness changed.  We continued to consider the possibility that he was either running to help the opposite party, or to be able to spout off and say extreme and foolish things to get certain conversations on the table – but not with the idea of seriously trying to win.  And now that he was attracting surprising support, the potential of his being a final candidate was perhaps unnerving – even to him.  It is one thing to take potshots at the one in office; it is another to take that chair yourself, receiving all the potshots from others.

We ended our visit and went separate ways.  But as often happens, the topic stayed with me.  I usually talk things over with Holy Spirit – the Teacher and Counselor that Jesus has given us.  This was no exception.  I won’t say this is a “thus sayeth the Lord” – but it is something I came to wonder, and I’ll watch, listening, to see if it bears out.

I’m wondering if the two strong voices from the supposedly opposing parties are not put forward or pumped by the controlled media, with the permission or support (overt or covert) from the puppetmasters that back these major races.  Remember, in building celebrity, there is no such thing as bad publicity. But in running for office, this rule doesn’t hold.  If emphasis in media continues to show you at disadvantage or in twisted reports, public opinion formed thereby will follow the formers.

I’m wondering if these polarizing positions are set up and “allowed to be” so the party hardliners and money behind them can watch to see how the people will react to each.  Both parties have lost touch with their former constituencies – they have not kept faith with the US citizens or with the world of nations.  The backstreet deals, lies, copouts and sellouts have come so thick and fast that it is hard to tell what’s left of our real country.  No documents are interpreted to mean what they used to, and new voluminous ones are being agreed to, in our name, with major ramifications for us and our progeny – at a dizzying pace. (We have to pass bill this to see what’s in it?! Hello?! This is leadership?)

What if – the kingmakers and government-buyers want we the people to either (1) attempt revolt to “justify” martial law and enslavement of our lives, usurping our liberties and resources — OR (2) go along enthusiastically with some dreadful combination of fascism/socialism that shrinks our lives to some surreal version of Matrix or Soylent Green scripts, while buying into the impossible dream of getting back to the future where everyone has a clear shot at thriving — according to “them.”   This was the scenario set up in the Nazi and Communist/Bolshevik drama of the two world wars, so far. History reveals that some vile, deep pockets were funding and profiting from both sides.  “Heads, I win; tails, you lose.”

What if – the two extreme voices are being given the media exposure and teased into making comments that are bound to bite them later, so the shadow-watchers can take the temperature of the populace and decide then which way to go with their next level of deprivation and mass dimishment for their own despicable, unconscionable power grabs and gain.

I’m writing to suggest that we all pull back from drinking the media Kool-Aid, that we fast from the toxic nectar; and rather, that we each get in touch with our core: our faith, values, conscience, dreams, and reality.  That we let the candidates sort out while we pray and call on the Creator – who sees it all – and His Holy Spirit that brings us into all truth..

We don’t have to let the media circus dominate our lives or relationships.  Stay friends with people you love – regardless of who they support or why.   Don’t let our emotions draw us into foolish actions or be polarized by varied conversations, dividing us to be conquored by the players of the game.

Let’s REASON TOGETHER AND BUILD TRUST – BRIDGES OF UNDERSTANDING.  Let’s strengthen the fabric of our humanity and enjoy the tapestry of God’s design.

I believe we are at a place – as humanity and in God’s timetable – where this is possible.


Will we be the generation that chooses LIFE & TRUTH – or will Earth have to go through another round “in the wilderness” before the enslaved mindset is purged and courage can rise in obedience to the invitation from the Divine?

As for me and my “house” – we will serve and joyfully follow – the Lord of Heaven and Earth.

Herein lies my hope.  Not mine alone, but the Hope for all the world.


It IS finished – can we comprehend this?

Here is the truth – the word of hope and joy for this day, and every day!  

Life DOES swallow death, and Jesus Christ/Isa/Yesua/Yeshua has won it!  

This Good News of His Kingdom is for EVERYONE, not just some little club… 

We need to GET this – it is ours, individually and collectively – the life and work of Jesus is complete! 

He declared this from the Cross and Father God/Allah/YHWH confirmed it by raising Him up on the Third Day and seating Him at His right hand forever.  

The Name… Ha Shem… Hashemites… Connect the dots… 

The Good News is out of the box! It is for everyone – no need to fight about it – we don’t kill for it, we LIVE for it — there’s plenty for all — Grace, forgiveness, cleansing, new life, light on the Straight Path to Father’s House, our first and last Home!

Delights from the Concert Hall

These are some links to a wide variety of music (as the list grows) that are some of my all-time favorites for one reason or another – usually having to do with the time and place of first experience with each. Added here in no particular order.

1.  This, by Van Cliburn, I had on 33-1/3 LP record as a young teenager.  He had won a prize at a major festival for his performance of this piece and I happened to love it then – and it refreshes and motivates me to go for the gold – even today.


2.  This piece was one of my earliest childhood memories of a specific classical piece that I remembered and that moved me deeply with longings and wistful dreams beyond my understanding.  Whenever I hear this melody well done, that call from the mysterious other world still calls me toward it.

Lifting the lid on Pandora’s nasty box

Psychiatry as mystical symbolism by Jon Rappoport May 31, 2016 (To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.) Every time I re-publish this piece, I find another angle to emphasize. This time, it’s reductionism, the strategy of making the truth, whatever it is, into something overly simple and, therefore, deceptive and false. […]

via Psychiatry as mystical symbolism — Jon Rappoport’s Blog

A Psalm of Life


Except a kernel of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it abides alone, but in its death, life responds to the command. Resurrection happens!! LIFE WINS!

– By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream!”
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act – act in the living Present!
Heart within and God o’erhead!
Lives of great ones all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
(I like to follow this with a couplet from
Longfellow’s “Footsteps of Angels”)
O, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only –
Such as these have lived and died!


Mom youngKathryn                                   as demure young wife
Mom olderKathryn as confident widow & grandmother of many
This poem and excerpt became especially dear at the time of my Mother’s death in the spring of 1992.  In processing this loss, I had assembled memorial booklets for the family with several key photos, stories, Psalm 34, and some of Mom’s favorite hymns.  Since my Father had died 19 years earlier, part of the impact of Mom’s passing had to do with the reality that my siblings and I had no parent living among us — we were now “it” as the covering generation.
In that frame of mind, I’d written a pledge to each other and our collective children – and children’s children.  Here it goes:
We pledge our loyalty and love; our prayers for your salvation, safety, holiness and development — that you will become all God designed you to be and serve Him and each other with excellence and humility.  That you will bond with one another in love, and pray for each other and for us.
We would encourage you to reach for your highest – in Jesus, whom to know is life eternal.                                                                            Do not be content with merely passing through this life — live it!
If, by some chance, you should die before Christ returns,                                                                                                                                               let those who remain behind take comfort in knowing you are in heaven                                                                  and that you truly lived while you had your turn.
We love you dearly — ever so dearly.
Mom's memorial book cover
Kathryn Ella Lundeen Leavenworth’s    memorial booklet
 Postscript – written March 17, 1992, by Mary Ellen Leavenworth Chico
What has it felt like to have Mother die – and what is the meaning and change involved?
After years of stages of separation and closeness, the finality was bigger and sharper than I’d expected – even expecting it to be so.
The sadness as I contemplated her life and exit was unbearable and extremely weighty, once I’d let that come.  I was a little sorry that there was no satisfying answer or resolution.  I could only acknowledge that in some ways her life looked worse from the outside than perhaps it did from the inside.  That is, the aspects I would have wanted her to enjoy – or that I would have enjoyed in her shoes – she seemed to suffer through or dread; but the parts I would have found boring, she cherished!
As my mind and soul searched madly through the inventory of experiences, attitudes, and emotions, I came across many things – sweet and sour, and salty – that came from Mama, but nothing that touched the moment.  All was a swirl of ups and downs, fears and questions in that night of March 14, 1992, three short nights ago, as I tossed on the sofa, unable to breathe well.
A groundswell of longing developed within me like a tidal wave suddenly out of a flat sea – a longing to be immersed in praise and worship.  I longed to be swept into the presence of the living God – to His throne.  My husband Keen hungered, instead, for solitude and could not bear the “crowd” however; so in tender love and realization of his loss, too, we did not go to church the morning of March 15, but to breakfast at Louie’s by the Cliffhouse, instead.  We watched the birds, squirrels, tourists, and ocean and rock-garden San Francisco coast in the beauty of being themselves.  But by nightfall, my need was so strong, and Keen agreed for me to go solo to church.
It was communion night!  The praise and worship were just what The Doctor ordered, and the release was  — large — the glories and relaxation, comfort and awe opened up the deeps.  Tears flowed, arms shot upward as I pressed into the intense warm of Heaven, of Jesus, of Daddy God, of the Holy Spirit – seeming to cuddle me in the midst of the glories and grandeur that are the presence of God.  I was sensing this to be Mama’s experience as she stood, surprisingly shy, taking in the total shift in her reality.   I still can’t say in a word or words what that felt like; it was a most complex set of emotions – not the pure exhilaration I had experienced on the passing of my Father, 19 years before.
As I am taking the time to write these thoughts, I am having breakfast: 6-grain pancakes, a fruit cup, and a double latte (not de-caf).  Toward the end of my pancakes, I realize I am full to the point where, although tasty, the pancakes are no longer a meal; they threaten to become an obligation!  At this point, I realize I don’t have to accept that and could simply leave the rest – which I do!
Oh, the liberty!  Now I realize that the old, expected tape is silent….
I wonder how many other behaviors will change as I learn what it means to be “my own woman” in relation to Mom’s ideas and sayings.
Of course, hers was only one of many such voices, but it was a dominant one, to be sure.  Looking out on the open days before me, there is a loneliness in the freedom, but the curiosity and trust is compelling.


Denouncing the Recent Gang Rapes in Brazil


Two gang rapes of teenage girls with one of them involving 30 men was videoed and posted online has brought outrage in Brazil.

The Public Safety Forum said in a study that Brazilian police recorded a sexual assault every 11 minutes in the country in 2014.

An estimated half a million such assaults take place each year overall.[i]

This savagery is indicative of the reduction of the value of women in a subculture that has metastasized into total depravity. It is looking at a woman through the perverted lens that has changed her equality to that of an inanimate object. She now becomes nothing more than a tool used when needed for some sadistic pleasure and then returned to the shelf for future use. How despicable!

How does this happen?

Ideas have consequences. People act the way that they do because they think in certain ways, because they hold…

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Rome is Burning Again


An anonymous member of Congress writes in a new book

“My main job is to keep my job, to get reelected. It takes precedence over everything”

This is what happens when leaders go from serving the people to ruling. When a person becomes intoxicated on their self-importance and baptize their position in being served instead of serving, then job security is of the highest importance. An “us and them” is created in the cesspool of a putrid mind marinating in narcissism and make no mistake about it, this will lead to an oppression somewhere along the way. 

The truth is, the main job is not keep his job, but to serve and to protect them. Where did this idea come from? It comes from greed that has taken over a fragile will that silently screams to remain moral. Lobbyists and the money that flows from the special interests feeds the…

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