Heroin: What The Hell Are We Doing To Yourselves Folks?

Heroin: What The Hell Are We Doing To Yourselves Folks?

 

For those of you who do not know me from this blog I will tell you up front that what I am going to say if from my life’s experiences now being over 60 years old. I have never stuck a needle in myself for the purpose of getting some kind of a high, or even to decrease my own pain. I have had medical people do their thing quite a few times where I felt like a wore out pin-cushion before I got out of their care, but I have never stuck myself. I really hope that I do not end up needing Insulin shots someday. But, I have had quite a few folks whom I quickly found out where poking needles in themselves when they would get home from work or on the weekends for the purpose of getting a high was part of their normal day. As I set and watched quite a few people poking themselves or having their friends do it for them and putting them in very painful places, I had to wonder how, how and why they are where they are at this point in their lives? We hear on the news quite often now how Heroin is a major epidemic in many places in America today. I did not know until about a year ago that heroin is actually a very cheep costing drug, I had always though it would be a very expensive drug until I found out it is made from Morphine.

 

For those of you who have decided to first put a needle in yourself, I’m not talking about the first time you let someone else do it to/for you, I’m asking about the first time you yourself stuck a needle in yourself for the purpose of getting high, was it that? Was it in an attempt to get out of some type of pain, mental or physical? If there are ten million people in America alone that put that first drug, that first needle, in our-self, by our-self, are there ten million different stories? Stories of loss, of pain, of stupidity? In the ‘wired world’ about everyone has to have heard a lot of really bad things about this drug getting a power over you that you can no longer control so why? Why did you do that to yourself? All of the people who I knew way back then are gone now, old memories, I don’t know of any that made it anywhere near fifty. I have seen a few cases where people gradually got off of the drugs they were shooting up by turning more and more to the use of marijuana to calm themselves and start to see the world clearer and got themselves off of their own personal demon. I have learned and seen that marijuana is really a ‘step down drug’ that does help some folks, this ‘medication’ being illegal is insane and inhumane. There is another absolute fact and that is where Marijuana is a legal drug, pain pill use goes way down. Heroin or Morphine pills or how about the God-given medicine instead of the hundreds of billions of dollars spent on these pills, and then there is this Demon called Heroin that is killing so many people. The ‘War On Drugs’ got this part backwards folks. Drugs like Heroin are a disease on the human race as are these millions of ‘Pill Heads’ that the system is helping fan the flames of.

The Pilot Light In The Basement Of Hell

The Pilot Light In The Basement Of Hell

My picture of Hell is that it is a place where people will be in a condition like if a person were doused in gasoline then lit on fire, but you can never die from the pain, you must exist that way forever. Folks I don’t wish that on anyone that I have ever met but there are a lot of really nasty people who are probably down there right now suffering that pain. But folks, there have been some really bad people whom have walked upon this same earth that we stand on today, people like Hitler, Stalin, Jeffery Dommer and Chairman Mao. If these folks have had their audience at the Judgement Seat of Christ, where are they now?

Today what has jerked my chain is the story on the Google News about a 20-year-old thing (I refuse to call this thing, a man) in Raqqa Syria who is so beholding to a group of Demonic thugs that call themselves ISIS had the gall to execute his own Mom in front of a crowd. I read what she was being executed for, I did not continue reading to see how he committed this horrible crime against Nature and against God. I have never wished anyone to actually go to Hell literally, but I hope this piece of vomit dies a horrible death very soon and I hope that he knocks Hitler off of Hell’s pilot lite in the basement. What kind of sick mind could kill their own Mom, this is a creature that I could damn sure pull the trigger on, even a pacifist like I have grown into being has a real line in the sand concerning some things and murdering your own Mom crosses every line of decency within me.  This is just my opinion, what runs through your mind when you hear of such things? Does it make you sick, do you even care? I’m just trying to get us all to think, to keep your minds and your eyes open to the reality of the evil that walks upon this Earth we all share.

 

The Sign Of The ‘Anti-Christ’ And The ‘Mark Of The Devil’ Are Two Different Things

The Sign Of The ‘Anti-Christ’ And The ‘Mark Of The Devil’ Are Two Different Things

 

From my childhood on I have come across many people who thought/believe that the sign of the ‘Anti-Christ’ and the ‘Mark of the Devil’ are one and the same. There is no Biblical reasoning for this error in thought except for the fact that most Christians seldom open or study the Scriptures to find out what is so, or what is not so. I am over 60 yrs old now and I have studied the Scriptures since I was ten and I have learned many things about truth in this time. I am not here to argue with anyone, I am simply going to state to you what I believe to be God’s truths concerning this matter, you can believe what you wish, I am simply trying to do my duty as a servant of God. I am a person who enjoys reading historical and religious documents whether they be from secular Christian authors or writers with a narrow view-point concerning religion and world events caused by religion.

 

First let us look at ‘the mark of the Devil’ that Scripture speaks of. First we must understand that every government on earth is not ‘holy’, they are man-made and man by nature is carnal, not Godly. Scripture speaks of the ‘mark of the Devil’ being put into the head or the right hand of the people. What do you think this mark could be? Obviously it will be something that a person can’t just take off of themselves. What could this ‘thing’ be ? How could people be ‘marked’? Two thousand years ago I guess people could have been branded with an iron or even with a blade but in these times that we are living in technology has made ‘marking’ much simpler. It is my belief that this ‘mark’ will simply be a computer chip put in underneath the skin in the underside of the wrist (in Roman days the wrist was considered to be part of the hand). Most likely only a few people like government agents and military officers would have such chips put into the brain. You may say that this is a bunch of bull-s–t that no one would ever let the government do that to them, all that I can say to that is, really? When the government decides that they can not secure the money because of forgeries including State sponsored forgers like Iran and China? We all should know by now that our personal credit cards and the banks they are off of cannot protect our accounts just as the places we shop at cannot protect their own systems from hackers they cannot protect our information. Also it is obvious that the governments cannot protect our own borders as to whom is coming into the country so that employers can know who it is safe to hire or whom is not. You may say that you would never let that happen to you but when the government stops using and stops printing cash so that you must have the chip to be able to work, buy any food, pay your rent or mortgage or to even put gas in your car then you are going to have a problem. You will lose your home, car, job, and the ability to pay utilities or to ever buy something to eat, will you change your mind when you are living in a cardboard box under a bridge? If you can’t pay your taxes without the chip the government will simply take everything you ever thought you owned. Here in America I think that the identification for each person will be their social security number, but they could obviously come up with another number system to identify each of us with. Why would I call this event the mark of the Devil, if the Devil is the owner of the  government…?

 

Now about ‘the sign of the anti-Christ’. In Scripture the sign of God is the number three as in the Trinity and the sign of man is the number six as in the sixth day God created man. The sign of the anti-Christ is noted as 666, this is not the mark of the Devil, it is the sign of three very powerful people who will be possessed by Demons who answer only to their boss Satan. These three people will come from different parts of the globe, one from the east (China) one from the center (above, north of the Holy Lands) meaning the European Union area and the third will come from the Americas to the west. These three will come after they uproot the ten nations/horns and consolidate their power into a tighter noose around the world’s population. After they have almost all power on the Earth ‘The’ anti-Christ which is Satan himself will rise up from below (the Temple Mount) and usurp the power of his three generals into his own lap. By this time almost all people who have refused the chip will either be dead or in hiding trying to exist each day hiding in caves and forests. Most all of the people who will flat-out refuse the chip will be devout Christians. Do you remember the play book of the U.S. government with the Indian people? Take their guns so they can’t defend themselves or feed themselves, put them into a small area then send in the troops and wipe them out. Scripture tells us that all of the Saints/believers would be wiped out if not for the second advent of Christ returning and sending Satan back to Hell. I believe that almost all of the American people including those who call themselves devout Christians will give in to getting the chips ‘mark of the Devil’ simply because they love having a roof over their heads and food to eat more than they love the Word of God (Jesus). If we love this life and the treasures of it more than God then we will lose our own Souls suffering ‘the second death’, forever separation from God when we are sent to live forever in the fires of Hell.

(Humor Poem) The Apple (Granny’s Dark Side)

THE APPLE (GRANNY’S DARK SIDE)

 

 

Was it given by Eve

Did it make us all die

Is it now baked in Hell’s ovens

Do the Demons enjoy a tart pie

Are you really the apple of your Granny’s eye

 

Thanksgiving meal or 4th of July pie

Tempered with arsenic or cyanide dye

Grandma Eve, your Grandpa long ago died

Little children be careful what you eat

If Granny’s got burning embers in her eyes

 

Will an apple a day really keep evil away

Depends on the cook and if today is your day

Little green apples turn the bowels into knots

Red rotten baked with dead worms in the crust

Granny turned all the little monsters back into dust!

(Spiritual Poem) Praise And Vanity

PRAISE AND VANITY

 

We praise who we are, not what we ought to be

Are we pleased with the mirror, the selfie we see

So vain, or just honesty, not really vanity at all

What we wish for most we worship, this we are

A beautiful bum, Silver Shadow in our garage

What we praise is who we be, who we really are

 

 

Put someone else first, you are an odd one this I see

DC-10, hitch us a ride onto the next large rock barge

Clone us but don’t donate a thing when were dead

So many a plastic neon star self-proclaimed as we are

Through personal praise and ego, a star we know we are

 

 

To whom or what is worthy, that we should ever bow or pray

We know we are so cool, yet we’re one heartbeat from the flame

Wake up dead with Hell’s heat licking our heartless shell of shame

To who is it now that listens to our prayers as we endure the pain

While we’re still breathing, our heart, mind, and Soul, decides today

Careful what we pray for, without humility we show the world our shame

 

(Religion/Life Poem) What is Our Number One Sin

WHAT IS OUR NUMBER ONE SIN

 

Do not be a fool, do not walk in the shoes of the ignorant

Eye to eye with a spitting Cobra does not show others our brass

Hate fumes from the mouth’s of those who are stupid and blind

Careful, even a Demonic Soul like Hitler was able to write a book

 

Who really has the Heart and Soul of a Christ filled man or woman

Delight in the Love of The Lord, not in our bombs, blades, and guns

Laws of God or Man, which one is it that we Humans chose to serve

Faith gives us the strength to battle the Wolves who seek our demise

 

Plant your feet like one who is seeking the Roots of The Tree Of Life

Those who are wicked by choice will try to take away our breath of life

Some are like fodder for Hell’s Fires, it’s just that they don’t know it yet

Be careful who we choose to be our friends in this Chess Game of life

 

What is the worse sin that you personally believe that you have committed

Failing to realize the depth of the meaning of our girl friends first time

Not being in the lives of our young children is a Physical and Moral crime

Hell of a thing if our actions cause our children to miss The Bread Of Life

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) The Lord Gives The Final Judgment: Not Humans

The Lord Gives The Final Judgement Not Humans

 

The Lord tests the heats of all men free of bound

A wise servant shall inherit among the children

He who mocks the poor is a disgrace to his maker

He that covers a sin is loved and has many friends

A wise man receives glory but a fool many stripes

 

He that glorifies the wicked receives Hells fire as a reward

For lying lips receives condemnation from his own Lord

A foolish son is a grief and a misery unto his own father

A fool who shuts his own mouth may be counted as wise

Yet he who speaks many words may be counted as a fool

 

A fool’s mouth spouts many words and are a snare to his Soul

He that speaks before he hears a matter is known as a fool

Wealth makes many friends but the poor knows not his neighbor

A wise man guards his own anger to the glory of his own Soul

He that seeks wisdom and understanding saves his whole house

 

Chasten your child while there is still hope for their Soul

Harken unto wise counsel so you may be wise in your old age

Fear of the Lord brings wisdom so that evil will not visit you

He that cast away their parents shall live their life in shame

For Hell awaits the evil and stripes for the backs of the foolish

 

(History Philosophy/Poem) In My Time — A Odd And Unique Story Of My Life

In My Time—-My First Ever Post Revisited

 

I was just going through some of my data and I went back to my first ever post, I like it pretty well so I brought it up from the grave to you, for your consideration to see what you folks think of it. Basically this is a story of my life, it is a story filled with the good the bad the ugly the odd the strange, the spiritual and the evil. By no means am I perfect, I have had more flaws than I could possibly remember or count. I have tried to put this story into the form of a poem, hopefully it will tweak your interest some, who knows, it may give you a few moments of humor.   T.R.S.

 

O Lord, the things I have seen in the days I have been given

O Lord, the things by your grace to me You have shown me

South-West Virginia and Your beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

Iron Ridge culture, hard-working poor white trash, 1950’s

 

 

“I’m going to start remembering now”

These, the first words I ever remember

Spoken aloud, words from within my own soul

Inner words, everyone has a soul, I know They speak to us all

 

 

Placed all the rooms in our little home, which I still remember

Outside, counted all the concrete blocks front stoop to back yard

Two years old, friends how do we do and know such things as this

Born with math skills, but look at Mozart what at three he could play

 

 

Summer time, setting on the front porch, my two siblings by my side

Walk across the dirt road to the old dilapidated wood cattle gate

Sunny day, watching the cattle milling around on the other side

Mom gave us each a nickel for us a Coke to buy, a great treat at the time

Walked to the Shell filling station just below this house that sheltered five

 

 

O how hard it was on Mom, alcoholic Dad drinking his wages away

Minimum wage factories, workers just chafe on the rich mans floor

I guess it’s easier on the preschool children, the caste they don’t know

School starts, you see other children, realities you had not seen before

 

 

Mid 1960’s, poor flight to west, a better life you’re hoping for

You trade the Blue Ridge for the Great Sioux’s Black Hills

O Lord, on at trip like this, the things a child’s eyes ingest

Moon light shines, illuminates the beauty of the big rigs

 

 

August Rattle Snakes playing in the sand, 114 degrees in the shade

30 days later, chest high snow in September, O what a strange place

One year later, hoping for better, for a good job toward Windy we ran

When you are so poor, you spend your whole life trying to escape it

But even young, I knew that pain, always present in my Mamma’s eyes

 

 

Life is always hard with an alcohol disease riddled parent in the home

Knowing you are hated as he beats you with glee, innocent meaningless

Even harder on the child when they know other adults know and see

They never ever come to your aid, they always just allowed it to be

Life’s early hardships, good or bad, they help create the person you see

 

 

About fifth grade I walked through the door of Your House Lord

My life long rock, my life many times I know that You have saved

Poor white boy, learning of life in the mid-west, with a Hill Billy mind

With some knowledge of Dakota’s history and beautiful Black Hills

 

 

These life’s lessons, good and bad, always living behind my eyes

Now I am aged with gray beard and store-bought eyes on my face

The projector in my mind plays me many memories of my time

Occasionally I see some of the good I have done in this my life

Though I try to cull these pictures from the corners of my mind

A lofty heart leads to evil, I wish to give ego no quarters to hide

 

 

In my life I have mastered the art of many forms of evils

O how I wish I could say that these thing were  just a lie

But when you have seen and have known pure evil in life

Pay some attention to the news, evil all around us resides

 

 

Demons have no fear of man, they will lie, looking you in the eyes

They will tell you they are Angels, for your best interest they care

Do not be deceived, mainly in the worlds Capitals they often hide

Through time Lord You have shown me many things, good and bad

 

 

Through Your Spirit You have given me sight beyond my dreams

In life it is so easy to become depressed if living without You inside

You have so plainly shown me our planets plight’s and our demise

World leaders and the media so filled with venom to Your light

Evil so blinded and hungry for more power, money, and pride

 

 

I know that by the time Your trumpet sounds Lord

I will once again be dust upon and within the ground

Though I cringe for all our children, and theirs

The battle of the Nations against their Creator

For left behind loved ones, Armageddon lies ahead

 

 

As the Lord and His Angels return to fight from the clouds overhead

The Demons pre-judged, to Hell they will now be thrown in first

Leaving the poor defrauded people to fight God and His Angels alone

They are now like grapes in the press, confused, disillusioned, and dead

Lord I thank You that this event I will not have to see, “In My Time”

(Philosophy Horror/Poem) The End

The End

 

Do I hear an Angel’s wings–am I dying

The stillness in my heart, is it still beating

So silent like the quiet of a graveyard night

Through dimmed eyes–have any tears fallen

My lungs grow weak–now only silence I hear

 

 

O to see the rising sun–just one more time

Beloved family here with me–in this sterile room

My will is dispensed–all my energy now leaving

What is now left of me–is this death mask my face

Designated, predestined we die–but sent to where

 

 

Silence only silence–broken by a trumpet I hear

Blue skies, blue skies–toward the Son I am rising

O to the earth goodbye–Lord—NO LORD NO

Wing’s fade away–as HELL opens its mouth for me

Wake up in a cold sweat–O LORD–what a dream

(Philosophy/Poem) Grace Is The Peace

Grace Is The Peace

 

Grace is the peace that the Lord has given

To him or to her, peace is the Spirit within

Grace is the warm blanket in the cold of night

Peace is the Spirit led Soul in the love of the Light

Love is the trust one has in the Spirit led life

 

 

Grace is always offered, given from the Heart of the Son

It is the Lords Peace that humans often try to run from

Why do humans often try to seek shadows in the darkness

Why do we try to make our lives from the dollar and the gun

There is no love or grace in the darkness we chose to roam

 

 

Man can be so foolish, some prefer darkness instead of the Son

If the Lord’s Spirit indwells you there is no place you can run

The Day of God’s judgement and recompense is soon coming

Through the Grace, love and peace of the Father and His Holy Son

From within us the Spirit of God, Grace and Peace He has given

If we choose to shun God’s Grace, the ignorant in Hell will be living