"Consider how thine heart is cheered, thy soul delighted by the spirit of the love of God....When thirst grows the bounty of the cloud becomes agreeable to the taste of man. This is the mystery of supplication and the wisdom of stating one’s wants."Paraphrased from A Gift of Prayers
I wouldn't call this a script for a movie, like the Wizard of Oz, but I did get a letter from Dorothy Story at CPS indicating that she had no record of the name I was led to believe belonged to a vulnerable girl in the area. So I've carried on by challenging the Elders in our region to name a Directory built for the Local Missions. They're leading the way with concern for their missing children, and because I too have lost my own, I try to help out.
To have complained is perhaps my first mistake because complaints may be used to move our children out of the area. I have no right to make judgements in the matter, but was encouraged to sign a petition to end the corporal punishment of children, and asked to empower just one corridor of our city. In order to do so, I occasionally voice my concern about one subject or another to support the people who live there.
In this case however, I believed the safest course for me to proceed was to leave room for doubt. After all, I live on Hennepin Bluffs, and this article is hosted at Council Bluffs. Besides, there are no boys in The Wizard of Oz, so what do I know? Because our community has had a very convoluted history of dealing with problems like these, I can't be too quick to make any judgements at all.
When I was a child, I had daydreams, and there were many very important things that I didn't remember at all until I was reminded of them by admonition or focus. But beliefs held by the First Nation, and others now suggest that we must live together as One Being. I viewed this belief widely shared by Black Elk in the late 1800s as a prediction of what has occurred as a result of the Internet, so challenges to the faith, or creed were considered by me to be defamation of a Prophet.
However, claims that I slept with a native daughter are completely lost upon me. I reported the concern to an officer at a safety center, and have done my best to be thorough about my history to help others better understand the peculiarities of our region. It’s typical of people in our area to encounter difficulties whenever we try to describe our childhood and, it’s already understood that I grieve the loss of someone who's passing affected me very deeply.
That these efforts coincided with a huge offer from a foreign investor shortly later, and that harassment during the years prior to and following required regular moves, and resulted in a business that has become little more than an archive for a few others who've died trying to do much the same, suggest that the required reporting we live with may be the cause of the problem.
And while I've covered everything I can remember well enough to write, speak or report about without difficulty, what I seem to be living with today are the problems that many have found unbearable to live with that may have been reconstructed as an example for this problem solving training to solve.
Efforts to defend my own daughter have already provided ample motivation for the task (it's a concern I shared with health care personnel for most of my adult life). And, dealing with the problem by publishing it from the 7th floor of a local Service Agency didn't seem like a very good idea, so I responded by opening up about everything I knew. The sincerity of my friend would be heinous to offend. Her uncanny gift of disclosure led to a much more clever understanding of my circumstances. For example, when I recruited her mother to help with my publications, a smoky quartz crystal (reputed to help people with confusion or addiction) went missing. When I asked where it went, she said very quietly under her breath: "I gave it to a mouse in the city." (And, since every desktop mouse has a crystal, it's pretty hard to know who the benefactor is.)
My son, a Transgender person has sister, the child I returned to defend. I do not need to refer to her as a trans-sister, but to make use of the ambiguity of our language can be useful. I use this example out of respect for the young girl's clever use of a term to establish an anonymous reference. And, the fact is, I've allied with these machines by use of a computer mouse, and we're pretty good friends after all. It's not wrong for me to have respect for useful things either, so I've made room for at least two possible meanings of the term: 'a mouse in the city'. (for another example of the limits of language, please see: An Audience Driven Presentation)
Because I had to face the fact that I might be dealing with a gangland scheme to gain access to my person or property, I learned to forgive my mother for the lies of omission we grew up with during the 1960's. The interracial relationship we lived with then was a part of our history that I found very difficult to accept, but her evasiveness on the subject was directly related to the very real danger associated with her behavior. I believe my mother expected me to understand, but forgetfulness would have been a better fate than the hatred we encountered. Today, her affair might be considered a kind of treatment for new mothers (to heal from the damages of giving birth), or a new religion (for the big baby that caused the problem). By facing this crisis, I could finally see how important it was to play it cool, and mind my manners. Please see: Self Examination for more details.
When I was a young man, I was probably considered a hat-sitter. Referred to as number one son, I was not welcome to call-out our traditions or health care professionals for cutting on young boys without their consent.
Some might even say I became excessively preoccupied with scars and missing erectile tissue, so I left to make my way in a more forgiving land, and returned by way of a hate crime scene to become a 'capped hat sitter'. And, I've faced the fact that I may have to live with my charges without relief.
Perhaps, a lack of meaningful commitment to The Ten Commandments, or preoccupation with my own inadequacies led to what seems to be a horrible obstruction to the accomplishment of my own objectives. I had to compromise open disclosure about my own behavior by remaining obedient about what's considered to be forbidden knowledge, but by pointing to retaliation that I considered offensive the consequences of it became clear. What's tolerable for a boy to investigate is not as easy for a girl to understand, much less a full grown woman, and we needed to detach when things went wrong.
The hazards of my effort to help her weren't apparent to me before I left. Even sending my partners wedding ring didn't seem wrong because it was the only thing of value we had to help her and her mother deal with the situation. I knew using the Internet to report was the plan by then, and I did my best to follow through with it. And I've worked with the limitations we've been provided to play it safe. I'm not trying to distract anyone by referring to the ambiguity of language, or use seemingly random applications of the meanings of names to be confusing. The fact is that we lost our voices when reporting crime, and that we've still required to do so in order to obtain health care when we're injured as a result. So to limit the use of names seems like a good idea. Unfortunately, the Secretary of State requires an entity to have a structure and a name and that name refers to the person who established it. If a client is unable or unwilling to follow through with these obligations, I'm held responsible. And right now, neither I nor my client can afford to meet these obligations either alone or together.
I used to get a lot of mileage out of reporting crime, but the problems that have resulted from our efforts to do so today are literally changing our ability to use the tools we use to accomplish the task. New features of our landscape like CERN have become very important to me because we're trying to solve a double bind. Like those who report genocide, we've had to face the fact that we may die to prove that its happening. And we realize that the more reporting we do, the more motivation there is for criminal interventions.
Stalking continues while we secure the income for professionals, and if we are drugged by them to calm down, we're often unable to account for the problems they're working on, and we aren't aware of the consequences of our reports. We blindly follow instructions while they try to teach us discretion. Officials and authorities paid by the system won't do the reporting for us because we're invalidated by the doctors opinions (and the drugs). The opinion that we're unreliable witnesses may be fabricated just to create a safe environment for suspects, who are conscripted to subsidize the relief. Our plan to use media was required to prove what we said was true, but in my case, the media I provided was lost by professionals, and for many others, it's been censored.
For those who are still conscious, or just waking up! Face the fact that secrets are preyed upon, and that it's likely not to stop until we open up. Truth that is commonplace and ordinary sometimes really is the truth, but is frequently doubted and needs to be repeated (sometimes loudly) in order to end suspicions. Assumptions like the idea that we've become the components of a machine are not unlike the idea that we can migrate disenfranchised workers by use of the 'M' Machine (Molock) in the film of Metropolis. Though many have tried by various means to find a suitable vehicle for eternal life, we're not likely to rival the depth of experience, or subtlety of living by digital technology anytime soon. But the persistence of archetypes and virtual visualizations online are already a fact of our lives. And, the web is the best technology ever built for that purpose. I believe the goal is to be transparently at rest with the power of the Creator rather than entangled in an endless struggle to control what's being created, but to lose control of our developments to those who don't understand the dynamics of the medium is heartbreaking, and to be denied the opportunity work with our own material could frame us all.
If our work really is nothing but a cover-up, then why haven't we committed more of our time to an argument for the technology of privacy, or control of our work? Why is the focus on disclosure, as in Confessions, or Results. Why is it so difficult for honest people to accept the fact that nothing is so seriously wrong that it can't be amended by telling the truth to set matters straight? After all this is a 'did-you-tell' revolution, is it not? The problem is that many honest people die trying to do so, and that very few are competently said. We've got to do everything we can to help each other achieve these goals. We write out our concerns, ask for help, and pray for mercy!
When God introduced forgiveness through Christ, God's sons had been accused of offending the children of men, In (Genesis 6) the Bible says He flooded the entire planet to be rid of the corruption of the abomination, and His forgiveness was provided by the power of the Holy Spirit within the Virgin Mary. Why is it wrong to call out one person at a time for similar suspicions?
Perhaps because we still suffer from an inability to evaluate these circumstances, or are awestruck or stunned. I was even rendered unconscious by my witness of questionable situations, and the evidence of the same may be hidden, or censored from our opportunity to bear out of concern for these reactions. To return to the rules of creative endeavor when we're failing isn't wrong, but we do have to accept the fact that a curse followed the work, and we're separated by it. It seems to me that we've only progressed as far as Babel and are still abiding before the altar at AI because we've been so harassed and disrupted that only a few hours of our day can be used to make progress. How much more will be required before we heal from the trauma and catch-up and serve Him well?
We're mired in ancient problems by complexities that we're not likely to solve without Artificial Intelligence. Even with our best computing we cannot predict what life will do to adapt. Even extremes of male intelligence are not as well prepared to build as any given normal female. Add to that the compound disenfranchisement resulting from human judgement and hate, and we'll be completely denied any opportunity to work with the truth at all. Fair trials are challenged because the courts can't tolerate the contempt, and victims can't defend themselves by saying what happened or why.
Like those who live under suspicion, or are banished, or disabled, life goes on by accepting the hatred that exists without confrontation - and - without the blessings of freedom and opportunity that are afforded by more traditional means because we're considered to be deserving of our fate. People who have more to offer are no better or worse than we are, but because they have the power to give, their characters are considered to be better. The fact is that anyone with the power to give would enjoy the same benefits - even a person without merit. It's merely the power to give that counts, not the good character that actually creates it, and when we have nothing left, we become worthless again.
These tools were developed to solve problems, and the Internet has become our 'higher court'. Well meaning guidance has resulted in sanctions and suspicions that lead to a poverty of our own making, and efforts to protect and defend us with reserves mismanaged and abused disrupt our persons and places needed to publish the solutions. The real risk takers had to do so without pay because no one else had the time to do so, but the denial of the most basic needs, like clean air and water, peace and quiet, and rest enough to heal for another day requires our problem solving abilities everyday. It's hard to believe there could be any problem solving more important than a serious commitment to the removal of interference to this endeavor.
God used the skies to separate waters in the heavens from waters on earth, and to gather lands on earth, but mists rising will rain down from clouds once again over all the lands, and "the thirst of man will increase as the vessels enlarge".Paraphrased from A Gift of Prayers