This evening I’m going all the way back to my original purpose for this blog. I’m bursting; writing about it with the awareness others might read it will help me juggle with some added clarity. You could call this serious whimsy, or whimsical gravity. By trying to draw some entertainment out of it, perspective improves. Try it sometime.
I’m utterly convinced God plans to hook me up with someone who needs my personal assistance. This is like a burning bonfire in my soul, so if nothing comes of it, you can write me off as nuts. Meanwhile, I’m unable to get off this track without doing serious damage to my own head, so I’m committed. This is the first time a mission calling has struck with so much force, and at the same time with so little concrete shape. It has never turned out as I imagined in the past three or four times, but it always turns into a real mission. This one is more challenging because I have no hand in stating it. I’ve already done all I can do on the human level. There is nothing I can do except wait.
What troubles me most is how much I know I’m going to weep. Some part of me is utterly certain the mission begins on the wings of major turmoil. Not just my own situation, though that is troubled enough, but I sense it will mean serious bad changes for all of us. Something really awful is coming and many of my readers will be touched by it directly, I fear. But my mission is built on that disaster.
Sure, I could tell you in general terms my mission has always been the message I promote here. But I knew some time ago I needed to be ready for promoting that message in meat space in ways I’ve not been able to do so far. I won’t be going as a missionary, as it were, but as an ordinary guy with some kind of secular employment. Just being there and being myself is the mission, but doing it in a setting that will guarantee a few folks see something they won’t see any other way. At least, that’s what I believe is coming at me. So a couple of weeks ago I came under an irresistible impression that my resume [PDF] represented the nature of my future employment. That’s what I’m waiting to see. How this relates to the rising turmoil across the globe is beyond my guessing.
So I’m watching. I’m watching news about Ukraine, Syria, China, etc. I’m watching what happens here in the US, too. I noticed the Oath Keepers had a serious falling out with the militia leadership at the Bundy Ranch in Nevada. I don’t know all the particulars, but near as I can guess from someone outside of the whole thing, the Oath Keepers tried to grab too much control and weren’t happy with folks not bowing the knee to them, so they concocted a wild story and bailed, taking lots of cash and equipment that might not have been theirs. At any rate, the Oath Keepers are taking a real beating in terms of reputation right now, and their spin isn’t getting much traction with those inside the broader resistance effort.
You ever notice how, when a revolution becomes too institutionalized, it becomes part of the establishment? Yeah, I think the Oath Keepers are too much about being establishment, and their huge miscalculation will cost them influence, even as it strengthens the more radical elements of the militia. Seems to me this will only make the militia stronger in the long run. They’ve learned a lot from all the beating they took under Clinton, so they don’t operate the same and won’t be so easily shut down again. Meanwhile, I’m not sure the official government is going to have what it takes to effectively move against them. Too much effort and resources are being shipped overseas to our little projects in regime change elsewhere.
It’s going to get messy here all too soon. On the other hand, the things I’ll most weep about are really too close to discuss here. My wife and I will be okay either way; we know God has us in His hand. Still, this thing is painful to watch from such close range and no power to do anything about it. I’m going to learn an awful lot from it and I’ll be glad when I can tell others about that.
The main point is that some of you are quite sensitive to things in the Spirit Realm and you may have discerned things are rough for me. Don’t worry about me. I made friends with Death a long time ago. I write as much as I have here so you’ll have some idea, some shape for those nameless burdens spiritual people tend to get. With all honesty I can affirm that we aren’t hurting in any way that matters.
