A Tale of Two People

This is a tale of two people:

One is a young devoted nurse. Not more than one year ago she was vibrant and healthy and was great at her job. She was voted nurse of the month. Now, following two shots of Moderna and a Pfizer booster shot she is often bedridden and has so many health problems she can’t even recount them all. She is on over twenty medications. She wants you to know her story because she cares. She is still trying to help others; now by sharing her tragic story so that hopefully you and those you love can avoid a similar fate. 

The other person is an attorney general of the state of Washington named Bob Ferguson, who wants to make it a crime for me to tell you this story about this beautiful young nurse. He wants it to be a crime to tell her story because, according to him it is ‘misinformation’. Under his proposed legislation her personal story about what happened to her after taking these shots could be considered criminal because, in his mind it poses a danger to our society. But the only real danger is from those that would try to control and suppress the truth. Our attorney general is the actual danger in this story, not the afflicted nurse, nor me who want to share her story with you. 

Here is a link to the nurses story:

Here are links to Mr Ferguson’s proposed legislation, and information about it:

House Bill HB1333


How is the tragedy unfolding around the globe of ‘vaccine’ injuries and deaths, not another Holocaust, but for our own age? How is the accruing human damage and suffering from these shots being given around the world not a crime against humanity? Isn’t this a tragedy unfolding before our eyes much like the one in Germany and Poland nearly one hundred years ago? Our fellow citizens are being maimed and murdered by corporations, with complicity by our own governments, and we pretend not to notice. They told their citizens back then to ignore those trains of people riding off to the slaughter in concentration camps, just as they are telling us now that people aren’t dying from their ‘vaccine’ products; they say that these people don’t exist, they aren’t real, the pain and suffering you hear rumor of, is just a lie. And those who talk about it are liars and criminals. 

We always wondered, didn’t we, how the German and Polish people could have allowed such a Holocaust to happen to their neighbors directly in their midst? Hindsight gives us clear vision. Yet even now we can see this phenomenon with our own senses. Let’s not make the same mistake they did. Speak up and tell the truth, and don’t let them hide behind their so-called science. Theirs is only a science of profiting at the expense of human beings.  


My Brother and My Guide

You came to me, took my hand and led me into fields of light.

There I knelt before you, kissed your hand and I shared all that I am.

You smiled at me, and then I understood what is true and what is not.

I am ready for a brother and a guide, and I asked for you to come.

“It is time,” you said, “cast aside your life and follow where I lead.”

It is time! It is time! It is time you said to me, to follow where you lead.

I agree that it is time, and I am ready to follow where you’ll lead.

Yes I will follow where you’ll lead, for you are my brother and my guide.

Because I know you when I hear you, and I see you with my eyes.

In your presence, happily I and the world do drift farther and far apart.


Gratitude is Like a Winter Coat

Gratitude is like a winter coat,

that keeps the bitter thoughts away,

and gently warms our hearts.

Thankfulness is a down comforter,

that we can wrap around us,

and allows us to sleep contentedly.

Like a steaming cup of hot chocolate,

and the delightful taste of toasted smores,

is the sweet savor of humble acceptance.

To insulate us against the destructive drafts of envy,

and to shut out the frigid winds of disappointment,

we need only to erect an edifice of ever-present gratitude.

Each day, and in every circumstance, we can weave our warm contentment,

with thankfulness & gratitude the threads which lead us into our future,

and with joy and peace as the weft which fills our every moment.


Prayer of An Aspiring Magi

Three things I yearn to give to you, my Lord.

Three things I desire that you take from me.

That I may have your better things.

Take my love of money:

Take that place within me,

And fill it with love of You.

Take my love of pleasure:

Shift me from my slavery to my five senses,

To gratitude for everything that flows from You.

Take my worldliness:

I give to You my every distraction,

Every thing which I seek in place of You.

I lay these at your feet,

That I may know your peace,

And enter fully into your mysteries.


Holy Snow

Holy Spirit

cover me

like snowfall.

Hide my imperfections

and make me new again.

Soften the world around me,

enlighten the dark of night.

Bring all to silence

within your holiness.

Enliven our senses,

heighten our awareness.

That we may know You.

You are our hope.

Emerging from beneath this white blanket,

like spring flowers brightly to live again.


You Make Me Whole

When I had fallen, when I fell,

I was despondent, I felt ashamed.

When I had lost nearly all hope,

You came to me, brother, sister.

You reminded me of the light,

To look only to The Light.

We are not failures,

Though we may fail.

Though we may court darkness,

Have given it license, for a time.

Or for times, it takes places,

Within us; We are not that!

In a moment of despair I cried out,

What am I, if not failure?

Have I not become a curse?!

Does not every moment of my life,

Tell the story of my failures?

I was blinded and deceived.

You brother, sister, came to me,

Shining Light into my dark night.

You knelt beside me,

And shared in my suffering.

Declaring what I have always been,

Made in the image and likeness of God.

We share this One body,

One life, One blood.

Our brokenness reveals the unity,

Beneath the fragile shell of our corruption.

We are partakers of a great Light,

Who heals us out of the midst of our brokenness.


Return To Sanity

Yours is the quietest voice,

With the greatest impact.

You rescue me from~

My imaginations.

You free me from~

My imprisoning past.

When I ran from my present moment,

To hide in my familiar past.

When I fell into a fantastical future,

To soothe the pain of now.

And dark thoughts prodded me to continue,

And night creatures pushed me to the brink;

Deep despair shook me awake.

A look into the abyss startled me,

And reminded me to fight for light;

To struggle, and to reach for You.

To humbly ask for you to help me.

And to listen intently…



Trusting in You again.

I told you of my fear,

I shared my inner terror,

I cried before you,

And you did not shun me.

I admitted my horror in the face of evil,

And my impotence in the cause of good.

You strengthened me.

You healed me.

You caused peace to bloom in my heart.

Death lost its sting in the face of the courage,

Which You also gave to me.

When I imagine that You are not real,

I lose my mind in illusions.

When I choose to face Your truth,

I return to sanity.


A Tragicomedy

Isn’t life grand~

Even in the midst of pain?

Isn’t it terrible~

Even in the midst of joy?

The tears that fall today~

May water a crop of laughter,

Which will bloom abundantly tomorrow. 

Within the laughter of this moment~

Is the knowledge that tomorrow,

May yield a new harvest of sorrows. 

Has there ever been a time~

In this life,

When one existed,


Without the other? 

When have we not known pains? 

Perhaps as babes, or as drunks?

When have we not known pleasures?

When we were overcome with our losses?

No, even these times embrace possibilities of their opposite.

Oh, dismal joy! 

Oh, joyful despair!

Time holds all things within its embrace!

Until time is no more!


I Have A Dream

I want to live where experts do not go.

Where thought is easy,

And people trust in what they know.

I want to live there~

Where greed and power,

Are not the reason.

Where love and fear of God,

Are always in full season.

In this place I want~

Where peace and beauty,

Guide our ways.

Here, noisome entertainments,

Do not mar our days.

We dwell here~

In quiet simplicity,

This healing place~

Free of duplicity.

We live in joyful,

Fulfilling endeavor.

Seeking wisdom solely,

From our Creator.