Remember, Paul of the tribe of Benjamin is not the Messiah who is YHVH, and neither is Ben Franklin. I suppose I should write a follow-up on the 3 visitors I had this week for about 48 hours. Two of the visitors were my parents, and other than their consumption of unclean foods at an Asian buffet, they were lawful and truthful. They are trusted by me and I am trusted by them, so ‘honor thy mother and father’ is easy for me at this time, though it hasn’t always been easy.
My son Richard is in another category: protestant. We do disagree on a lot because I agree with Moses and the standards of the church of Philadelphia, and he does not. As a child who has decided that adhering to the Torah principles is very wise,my daily life is often difficult because of so many adversaries while still confined to a heathen government system that is Babylonian based. I did manage to get my son into the hockey rink, and found that he has no trust in hockey anymore. We went through another trial of ‘living stone work’ that he may not have been aware of, but which I believe Michigan hockey is very aware of. I let him wear the green 52 jersey, as either a typical Detroit Lion/Judah mentality or Green Belt/Milwaukee PD District 5 Courage test. He failed both, and unless a local player would have went into the locker room to tell him we needed someone who looked like a Michigan State Spartan during stick and puck, he would have not come back for my sake. My request was not sufficient, although he would have been safe. I gave him a choice from the green stone perspective to head to Simeon or Joseph’s spot, and he was afraid that he would get hit by pucks in the goalie’s area. I then went into the goalies area on the west end of Rink 2, the players held their ‘fire’ and I proved I was less fearfu than my son, but it surprised me that he has become afraid to stop hockey pucks like he used to. We ended up at about Kermit the frog in a green belt philosophy class after the end of a very tough test of his mindset, but I had told him up front that I was viewing him as my recruit officer in a squad right from the start. He ended being more like Ashley Hendrikson, trying to do other than what was requested, but unlike the USA Army I did not raise him up with some type of leadership role just because he was related to me.
I had told him that I would pay for his lunch at the Asian Grand Buffet if he would eat clean. He dishonored my request, so once again all I did was feed my enemy better than I fed the communications division in Milwaukee from time to time at my expense. We went to an evening skate at ONYX ice arena, and were on the same team, both on the dark ‘south’ side. I thought it went well there, and afterward we went to Ciccarrelli’s for a drink. The next morning he was too tired to skate, but I went for morning skate. Afterward we went to the Twisted Rooster and thankfully everyone survived and ate well even though I requested that no one order unclean animal, and in this case no one did. I felt comfortable bringing up some tough points regarding past actions that still have not really been repented of, either by him or those who he is still preferring over me, namely the Hendrikson side rather than the Swedowski side. It cost me about 100 dollars to air out some differences in a safe setting, eat better than any donut push on Sunday mornings at Woodlands Church(not a good church of God) in Plover,WI., knowing there were cameras there for MY protection and he could not drive away like he did at Starbucks in Stevens Point just before he left for France because the conversation wasn’t superficial and shallow. I defended Mark Becker again, and he did utter some type of apology for refusing to go to counseling with me before he went to ‘spread the gospel’, but a gospel that is anti-Moses is also anti-Truth. I have been in bible studies before where it is similar to going out for dinner, so it was nothing like going into a real squad in Milwaukee and risking my life to put food on the table for him and myself after being abandoned by my ex-husband. Nevertheless, there was some tension and I was thankful we had a good waiter and my parents were able to oversee the discussion like older and wiser parents than my son is at this time.
I did offer to make the trip to Wisconsin to see my grandchildren after Rich conceded to bring my parents out to see me. I was basically told that they would be too busy to make even 6 hours available to me with my 2 grandchildren before they leave again for 2 years. What type of spirit was that busy? I had indeed withheld my son from visits with the Donald Jackson family because I had no financial support from them and their son denied paternity, but my case is much different because I was never a lazy mother nor an infidel when it came to raising my son. I should not be pressured into supporting them as I am a spiritual widow living on a fixed income.
We both went to an evening skate at the Suburban Ice rink on Tuesday, Adar 20th. Rich is an ’83’ in current USA Hockey lingo, and maybe a 20 year veteran of spiritual war who has not yet won the battle over sin. When both us were in purple, it was like out high school colors, and something seemed wrong, so I had us leave early, which was fine with him. I read Ezekiel chapter 27 when I got home, and noticed a verse saying ashes were transported in purple. (I remembered the 6 million who were slaughtered by Hitler and Germany, and wore 2 purple socks the next day as a reminder that their bones and their walk is not to be forgotten.) I recalled the days when I would hunt, and when a white male wearing #10 told me ‘I had to go out there’ while he sat on the bench, I refused to go out again. Like a buck who does not care about a doe, 2 does usually go out into the field, risk their lives and the buck gets spared. I went into a bear and cub mode and left, making sure we both were safe.
My son does not respect the prophets, and his fear of pucks was quite a change from what he once used to do. ‘Fear not that which can kill the flesh (a puck), but fear that which can kill the spirit.’ His lost his spirit of love in many venues, because he does not subject himself to the Holy One of Israel, he still has a relationship with Easter and Christmas trees, which do kill the spirit of Truth.
If I look at him as a person who voluntarily turn in to a mental health facility to try to avoid possible depression and guilt for not visiting his mother, he left worse off than he came, but not because of the way he was treated here. It was because of the way he refused to let me meet my grandson Levi and reunite with my granddaughter. Jacob did not see Joseph’s children until he went to Egypt out of necessity, but my son, unfortunately, is no Joseph at heart. The ‘son’ of perdition is not actually perdition, but the product of a male father who is a liar and a deceiver, so ‘monkey see, monkey copy, monkey shine sheds no Good Light’ is what happens to the natural man, which my son still is, as a carnal spirit unwilling to submit to the laws of God. I taught as much as I could, just as any of my field training officers would have done. I asked him to go onto ‘gocomics’ and sign in as ‘Richard Rick99’ to keep in contact with me while in France in a way better than ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ games, and whether or not he follows through is not in my power to control. No follow through….. and a golf ball does not sail like Zebulon. I suggested he pray to be allowed into a tribe of Israel and get sealed for protection , but asking for good things is not what he is yet accustomed to.
It is not easy being neutral in a report when you know who the sick patient is and why he is still hard at heart but soft on the outside. It is better to be tribe of Israel ‘stone’, hard on the outside and soft and teachable on the inside than be a protestant at any level including a Catholic, a concept that those who understand Goshenite ‘diamond’ at right hip level of Joshua do understand, but who others will never see because they are blinded by overpriced jewelry and Sunday worship games.
I know I provided a better ‘free safety zone’ walk-in therapy and health care check-up including a mandatory stress test for my son than was provided for me by sheriff departments and drug-pushing hospitals in Milwaukee, Waukesha, Portage and Marathon counties. I tested him while he was strong and while he had back-up in the form of his grandparents. Good providers are not always loved properly, and if past trends are unchanged, 1 out of 10 returns to thank the person who aided them in their unclean state. A policeman’s flashlight is light compared to a crucifix, but so is an oil lamp light compared to a Christmas tree.
I have the old green, rebound Bible that is one of many assets that had been wrongfully seized by my ex-husband. I sent my son back with 6 fake roses that I had received from elderly people who are friends of Richard and Rachel. I have kept them for almost 4 years,and they have not come to life yet. Fakes have a way of never becoming real, but I wonder what his wife will think about getting the same gift that I was given by protestants. In this case, it was better to give away the fake roses than trash them, as they are similar to the pound of sugar that I left at curbside of my enemy’s parish led by Brian Berg. If Rachel Snyder Hendrikson keeps them as long as I did, and even puts them out in the open and in a vase as I did, maybe she is not as unappreciative as the woman who gave away a special lamp I gifted to my granddaughter. The big green bible has more information that lead to life than token bouquets that have no life in them, but neither paper bibles nor fabric roses can fill the stomach during famine, so in a Russell Kempka sense, the intellectual property exchange was equal in value to me.
Subjective Scrutiny Of Mindsets 