Think about the hippie movement in the 1960s. Those same people are now college professors, judges, and politicians—the makers and keepers of America’s laws. Think about Bull Conner and his police dogs, J. Edgar Hoover of the FBI, and Martin Luther King. Think about the IRS and the Tea Party. What comes around goes around.
My story, In Earth as It Is in Heaven 2012, begins on Good Friday 1975, when I drove away from my old life and never returned. My old life was in ruins. I arrived in Miami, Florida on Easter Sunday for the first day of my new life, at age forty-nine.
In June 1975, I was working two jobs. One was a part time job filling gas tanks at a marina. I was working part time as a security guard. My shift ended at 12 pm. It was a hot, sultry night. I arrived at my one-room apartment sweating and dog tired. My key would not open the door. I was locked out for non-payment of rent. Not one soul cared. In fact the IRS was after me for unpaid tax. The IRS was mistaken. I owed no tax. I had a refund coming that would have paid my rent. But to the public, I deserved anything that happened. I was a tax protester, someone who was not willing to pay his fair share of the taxes. That’s what you read in the newspaper. Where was Jesus? Where was compassionate, caring America? The American people are being led down a garden path. I had every reason to be bitter and filled with hate. There are no answers coming from the church or government. That’s why you see Jesus placed in a bottle of urine. You might as well use the Constitution for toilet paper. I was where millions of Americans are today, and it is going to get much worse.
How did I go from a victim of circumstances in June 1975 to life that is as good as life gets? Why did I not think, poor me? Why did I not wind up on a street corner begging for a handout? In June 1975, I was right where Jesus was on the day the establishment hung him from a cross. For all practical purposes, my life was over. We live in the jungle. I know the feeing. I’ve been there. But when I was there I’d also been a successful entrepreneur. I’d also been a Christian. I graduated from the school of hard knocks in the summer of 1975 at age forty-nine. In earth as it is in heaven, coincidentally, my ruling planet, Uranus, had transited to the time when I would find my path of destiny.
If you want to know Jesus, you do what the Christian faith tells you; and where has the Christian faith taken us? Empress Theodora of Byzantium called together the high priests of Christianity for an ecumenical council in Constantinople in the year 553, the purpose of which was to replace reincarnation with resurrection. You could not be resurrected if you were not a Christian. Christianity, the same as other religious faiths, is political. Various religious faiths have brought us to this point; and it isn’t the first time.
With help from the real Jesus, the Jesus you can find on your own, and no other way, you can climb any mountain. I give you a choice: your way or the establishment way. In disobedience of the Lord’s command, I’ve partaken of the forbidden fruit. I know good and evil. I’m passing on what I know.
What comes around does not necessarily go around. There are truly immutable laws of the universe, but there is also conscious awareness. Those of us who observe are the makers and keepers of the laws that apply to humans.
On that fateful day in June 1975 that I was locked out, I had something going for me. I had studied the Constitution and acted. Knowing is not enough; praying is not enough; acting is the key word.
Jesus maintained that by the time the cock crowed he would be denied three times. Nobody was willing to stick his neck out for Jesus. The IRS is privileged to make limitless mistakes. No judge was willing to stick his neck out for me. They saw no evil, heard no evil, and spoke no evil. Jesus was there helping me the whole time. I just didn’t know it. I didn’t know what I was doing, but when the world tossed me—looked at me as lost in my own undoing—faith in myself brought about miracles. Jesus is there for you. He is a hundred percent for you. But you are not going to be helped until you discover your true self—on your own—and act. Say I, “You are not going to get any help from heaven unless you get off your butt and act. And, if you are looking for help from the government, good luck.” The shell game being played against you is about to go up in smoke.
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