Could you be more specific?

There was a Daily Prompt which asks me to write in the style of a blogger I admire.

I had a whole rousing blog post in my head before I sat down. Sadly it’s gone. If I get distracted I lose my train of thought.

My wife distracted me with some very important (totally unimportant) question or other with her beautiful voice….

I want to make a suggestion. I read lots of blogs saying that the world is corrupt, governments are corrupt, armies are corrupt, science is corrupt, media companies are corrupt, music industry is corrupt.

For a reader who hasn’t a clue what we’re talking about, please give them  a concrete example. Make them care. Some blogs do this already.

Today a workmate goes to me “I met a guy at a barbeque the other night. He was talking about all the conspiracies down through the years. They never put a man on the moon!”

” I have been telling you that for years.” I answered, in shock.

“Yes but he explained it better.”

“Thanks mate!”   The main thing is he knows now. I could hear the excitement in his voice. His awakening has begun.

The point is this; Perhaps you have a knack of explaining things.

Pick an event do some research then be specific! The newsreaders are very specific with the lies. Be specific with the truth.

I hear the term ‘Be the change’ a lot, in blogs. From what I see the main folks ‘being the change’ are the governments, the bankers, and the traditional media, and it’s not a change for the better.

Whether you knew it or not the Boston Marathon drama was smoke and firecrackers and amputee actors. I picked two videos from the numerous available on youtube. One is from an actual news channel (one of the few who try to keep the balance). The other is a movie maker who spotted actors he recognised and has now blown the proverbial whistle. His interview is a tale of bravery which I could never match.  We owe it to him to Be Specific!

This is our time, our window, our awakening. Grab a truth hammer and help to be the change.

The Daily Prompt asks to write like a blogger I admire. I admire most bloggers. I hope am writing in the style of most bloggers’ inner voice.

It’s just a suggestion.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

ps…just as I am about to hit publish I get a sign!! (Thank you Holy Spirit.) My wife is watching a telly drama called Intelligence. A detective makes a reference to the Boston Bombers as being scumbags. Lol. The telly hypnosis machine is working hard these days.

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Truth hammer.

Truth hammer.

The WordPress prompt today asks if there is any trade I would like to learn.

I would like to learn how to snap my fingers like the hypnotist when he brings a person back. That would be so easy and less stressful for me. Sometimes I go through a frustrated patch where I feel like the only sober person in a bar. You know, where a guy mumbles gibberish and the only person who understands him is the guy swaying from side to side and nodding.

I hope that made sense. It was probably a poor choice of simile given that nobody enjoys beer more than me.

Although, I am a qualified motor mechanic, as most of my blog friends know, I am currently trucking. Not currently as in right now at this moment.

I am lucky in that I have one of those minds that suits finding problems and planning a solution. That is the most important thing to being a good mechanic. The ability to stop and think before you go racing ahead with the spanners and fixing the wrong thing.

I don’t know what mechanics are like in other countries but I have seen time and again in Ireland the mechanic who diagnoses the problem without having even looked at the vehicle. You know, the sort who talks like he “has seen it all before”.

So my simple message to anybody who has a problem with their car is trust the guy or gal who says nothing until he finds the problem.

This short video sums up what I feel like doing with my truth hammer. Sometimes grease just won’t work to make it slide through.

Sorry if I bruised your head. It’s for the best. 🙂

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

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Walking not crawling.

Walking not crawling.

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Everybody is brave until fear makes them crawl.

That’s the way I see people since I’ve had my awakening back in 2007. This “modern society” has plenty to say about this religion or that religion (so long as both religions are Christian who turn the other cheek). Pussy Riot wouldn’t jump around in a different temple and get off so light. I am a nice friendly person by nature. I always was. I don’t get jealous. I want the best for everybody. I try to be a Christian, in my actions if not my words.

I sound too good to be true. But it is true. It sounds like self praise to anybody who has ever been jealous. That’s not my problem. I try my best not to be a hypocrite.

Tying in with the week that is in it, Yesterday I happened to open a tiny Bible I have at a page called The acts of the apostles. I can’t rhyme off the chapters etc like the preachers, but it was in the days after the resurrection. Peter and John were walking towards the temple. A cripple was sitting by the road begging. The two apostles had been told that they too could heal people and cast out hatred from a person, if they did it in His name. So they healed the guy there and then with all the confidence of people who knew the truth. Jesus had told them “I am the way the truth and the life, nobody comes to the Father except through Me.” So I guess He meant that even when a non-Christian dies, that person will have to meet Him in the tunnel of light or wherever on their way home to the Father.

There is so much emphasis put on truth and bravery in the world since then. There have been songs and poems and blogs written about these qualities. But here’s the part that gets me. Less than 1% will actually preach the truth when they discover it. I’m not even talking about religious truth. I’m talking about the truth that can set innocent people free from the mental prison that is the modern world.

In around the same time that the Holy Spirit had started to guide me and show things to me, I watched a youtube documentary called Loose Change. From that  moment on I learned about more corruption and murder and fake murder and double agents and illegal wars (is there any other kind) and taxes on the back of any global “crisis”.

I LEARNED ALL THIS FROM THE INTERNET!!  (the thing you are now on) I cannot be the only person with a conscience.

Please start to awaken your bravery people! For the respect of those innocent who are now dead. It’s never too late to change.

Maybe just add the name of an interesting documentary at the bottom of one of your posts now and again. It might wake the right reader up.

Be a born again human. 

Thank you for reading

Frankie.

ps…I saw an interesting documentary on youtube called “A funny thing happened on the way to the moon.”

Sacred Heart.

Sacred Heart.

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I will take a break from the silly stories for this evening’s post, if you don’t mind.

You are welcome to leave and read something else for whatever reason. But I have to get this out there, today, for some unknown reason. Maybe it will make sense to somebody.

Some of you will already know about my invisible friend, and how he teaches me things without having to put in an appearance. How he sets things up in order that I learn properly.

Today there have been too many prompts for me to ignore, and they are all begging me to tell this one story. Again, please leave if this story is not for you. I will have something light hearted tomorrow. Thank you.

About two years ago I was at Sunday Mass. I go there most, but not all Sundays. I’m only human. Like most Sundays I would daydream about this and that during the service. And to be totally honest some of my daydreams would shock even the author of Fifty Shades. I have normal daydreams also…sometimes.

On this particular Sunday my invisible friend whispered a question to me. It was so feint I thought I had come up with it myself.

Why do some people treat the wafer (host) at communion time as if it were the real thing? Surely this Body and Blood ritual has been misrepresented somewhere in the past two thousand years.

I pondered it again the very next day, driving in my truck. I wasn’t losing my religion but as usual I was questioning things like crazy. My mind is never on the road. It’s always elsewhere. Trucking is a great job for any budding philosopher. Lots of thinking time. Up here, in the cab, above the hustle and bustle. We see it all, us truckers. I can see Scotland on a clear day!

I listen to political chat shows although you would be forgiven for thinking otherwise.

So this day (the day after the question) the radio host took a break from the usual. He had a guest on who was talking about Padré Pio, a famous stigmatic. Incidentally there are a few alive in the world today. My aunt met one a few years back. He was also a monk.

Anyway, in the course of the conversation somebody mentions an event called The miracle of Lanciano.

In all my forty years I had never heard of this. In fact very few people get to hear about it. It’s one of those things you won’t see on telly. Because it is the polar opposite of the aim of television. I am not saying all telly is bad. But he who pays the piper calls the tune. That’s all I’m saying.

Getting back to the radio. The person told of a priest years ago in a town in Italy. He was saying Mass. At the consecration when he was holding the wafer aloft and saying the same old words, something happened. He started to doubt!

He doubted that the wafer was really the Body of Christ. He doubted that the Wine was really the Blood.

Instantly the wafer started to bleed, real blood. He dropped it onto the altar in shock. Members of the congregation ran to the altar thinking he had hurt himself. What they all witnessed was the wafer turning into a piece of flesh and the wine in the chalice turning to blood.

Samples were tested and found to be the same blood as the Turin shroud.

A scientist was given a sample of the flesh. He was told nothing of its history. He concluded that it was from the left ventricle of a human heart and that the person suffered a traumatic death.

There have been other identical miracles down through the years and in all corners of the globe. Buenos Aires, Poland, China, Japan…

I have included two videos below. But you can go and search the web yourself.

I am not a scientist. I am a trucker. All I know is that the question never entered my mind for all my forty years, until one day, and the very next day I got my answer.

I hope you get all your questions answered. There can be a time delay with the answer. But just like the old internet connections, spiritual connections are improving all the time it seems.

 

If this message has no meaning to you. Don’t even give it a second thought. Pass on by.

I’m still the same blogger.

Thank you for reading,

Frankie.

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Here are two samples you won’t find on telly.

There are better quality videos of this scientist on youtube. This is only a snippet.  He was an athiest writing a book about athteism when he realised the truth.