It started this morning early. I had gotten to bed around 1AM after publishing the first part of this story and I was zonked. I checked for bedbugs in the Motel 6 room I had booked. None there, thank God. So after some fitful sleep, around 6AM I got up and went into action. I got up, checked out of the motel and wandered around for a bit. The pavilion that we had partied at was vacant, except for the sleeping homeless man, so I walked the site, picking up the trash from the party the night before.
Fast forward to 10AM - Here I am at the site. Mark, a cool guy sitting in his car, waiting on the event to open, says hello. Well… I walked up to him and said hello first. Cool guy. He’s a dad, just making his way through life, paying the bills holding a stop sign for a living… And he’s here at the Flat Earth Conference. Wow. Even red necks like me make it to this thing.
So I’m sitting with the early birds, down at the same area around back of the Shriner Building where I slaughtered Karoke the night before. It was pretty epic. Met Margarita from Lithuania and two other cool guys. We talk about all sorts of stuff, and end up walking to the main gate because it’s almost 11:30AM, when the doors open… So we go up to the door and sit around the little table and wait.
Lo and behold! More cool people enter my life. Travis, and Steve and a cool kid named Skye. More epic conversations and then the doors open to the Shriner Building. Yeha. It’s hilarious how, here in South Carolina, we can have an event where we don’t have to wear masks. What a glorious time we shall have. And it’s funny that there was a cheer that went out during the opening announcements about not wearing masks. Hilarious.
Karen B, the hostess of the event goes through what will happen today. Good, normal stuff for a conference… Even if the paradigm for the whole event is not on the bell curve of normality. She goes into the next speaker, Mark Sargent.
And Mark takes the stage. He goes into a little of what 2020 means and how maybe there’s a conspiracy to polarize the Normies away from the Flat Earthers, and how maybe some of 2020 happened because of what we’ve been doing. Maybe. He says. It’s an interesting supposition, and he laughs it off, maybe. Maybe.
Then he takes some Q&A and the questions are mostly from the new people needing to understand satellites and moon phases and the like. There is some commotion about Nathan Thompson’s site on Facebook, that had reached hundreds of thousands, that it’s been deleted… There was some ruckus over that… But I got up to ask a question because it’s been burning in my mind. So I ask: “If Patricia Steere, Brian Mullin, Mad Mike Hughes, Phillip Stallings, and even Nathan Roberts can be taken out by “The Powers That Be” then what is the “Target on Mark Sargent’s head?” - Or is there one?
And he says: Just be yourself. Act like everything you say is being recorded. Be nice. Don’t Swear… And you should be ok. And he’s right… But will we be safe, I wonder? What is the price of greatness in the Flat Earth Movement? What is my price, I wonder?
After a short break, Jason Lindgren takes the stage to a wonderful and dynamic presentation about the social engineering of manned space flight and the “Space Age” in the culture. Pretty interesting stuff. “Space Age in Pop Culture” information abounds.
Jason is taking questions about “The Red Scare” with Communism and Space Programs. Was it all connected? Jason thinks so. A question from a chill brother named Dennis brings up the idea about Nazi and NASA and how, maybe, just maybe, it’s all connected.
So it’s break time now, and I’ve met David and David and a bunch of Steves. Cool people all. I find Mark Sargent talking to some people and want to touch base with him on the question that I asked in public. He’s all smiles and reiterates what he told me from the stage. He tells me that it’s about networking and connecting… Something that I’ve never been good at. I tell him that I need to work on it and he comments on my shirt: “The Oasis.” I mention that it’s from: Ready Player One and mention that it’s a flat earth book, something that he hadn’t considered before. Interesting man, a good man. I just hope that the powers that be decide to leave him alone.
Mike Williams is up on the platform giving us his interpretations of the older earth theories from lost cultures. Not really my cup of tea, and a little bit cultish, saying that Christ is Saturn and all. My belief system stems from a more non-astrological system, basically, the Protestant Canon of the Bible. I believe that there is an intelligent designer, and His name is YHVH. But oh, ok, now Mike is talking about the black carbon cube and black cube worship… That’s interesting. I would like to know more, but now he’s pushed on into the Atlantean age. Iron Age, Bronze Age… Etc. Pretty interesting.
You know what’s really interesting? How all of these big religions have Pedophilia as a common denominator. Interesting to find that Muhammad was a pedophile and how all those Jesuits did the same to their conquests.
And here’s the final thing Mike is talking about: “The Great Reset.”
But now Mike is on about the Electromagnetic Toroid Fields and atomic tests in the atmosphere. Wow. Very interesting. Dude, I really can’t even keep up while I’m typing, this guy moves so fast from subject to subject so fast. So, in effect, if the torsion fields are this large (he says) then maybe the earth disc is at the bottom of the larger bubble dome. Whaaaaat? Mike is a beast. He’s doing Great Conjunctions and numerology. 777 Lightning Flash of the Soul, by Crowly. Nuts man. Crazy nuts. More numerology stuff, this last bit is on 9/11.
Wow. So I ordered some food during Mike’s speech. Good food. The nice ladies and gentlemen running the concessions are doing a bang up job. The people sitting near me left earlier and I was trying to find them, because the lady left her shirt on the table… Oops, they’re back. Got a hug out of returning the shirt. All good, it’s like we’re all family here anyway. Mike’s almost done. He’s preaching the evils of wearing a mask and how you’re under a spell when you do so. Anything the media tells us is a lie, he says. This reality is designed to be what it is, it’s a classroom. Interesting. Thanks Mike. That was pretty deep stuff.
Wow. Can’t wait for tonight. It’s break time.
FLATOBERFEST - The Day Before
Friday, October 23rd, 4PM - The City Park
There they were, Trey and Tico. Smiling and offering their hands out towards me; their
knowing eyes bewildered that I was already a flat earther. Their smiles, a little downcast, upon
hearing that I already had the knowledge they were trying to offer.
There’s Joshua, buddy of my friend Joe Hill, down from Minnesota. His Youtube channel,
Authentic Intent, is pretty cool. We’re standing in the sun, talking. It’s a Friday in late October
and he’s happy to be in the sun… It’s snowing cats and dogs up north.
There’s other people here, but I don’t feel like talking to anyone else. Some fella named: “Rich” made me put on a name badge. Meh. The gang of 100 or so is at the pavilion grilling up hot dogs or something, and I’m kinda on one of the outside tables, taking notes, being all talked out.
The evangelism is already in progress, however. A mom with two teenagers kids took some photos of themselves in front a “Research Flat Earth” banner. Quickly did the FE Preachers descend on them and hand them literature. It wasn’t as awful as I supposed it would be. The preachers were genuinely polite and the people were genuinely interested.
The gig here started at 4PM and it’s a little after 5PM. The grill is smoking, and Mark Sargent has seven people around him and he’s obviously teaching them important things. I saw Karen around here somewhere, and Jack too… But I suppose in the running of the event, one can’t take the leisure of intro/retro[spect] in the middle of an event you’re trying to push along. I know, I've been in their shoes before.
From somewhere in the crowd, a voice calls out: “THE EARTH IS!!!” There is an unsteady pause and one brave soul yells: “FLAAAAT!” To which the call goes out again: “THE EARTH IS???” And now that everyone knows what to do, the call comes back: “FLAT!!!” It’s full of fun and lots of people are left with smiles on their faces.
Elijah David, a prepubescent photojournalist, just sat down with me, to have a brief conversation on the metaphysical realities of aliens in an intra-terrestrial setting. Wow. And to preface the whole conversation, he asked me if I wanted to: “hear something surreal.” Uh, yes, young prophet… Speak on.
I circle among the white men in their mid 40’s, introducing myself to this person or that, just getting a gauge on all of the people there. It’s intriguing, finding the assortment. It’s interesting, finding target audience. I think that maybe I’m the target audience, being a 49 year old white male… And I must have fallen in with all the right crowd here tonight.
As the sun set, I encountered a few wonderful people that I knew from Facebook and from other Flat Earth Meetups before. Justin, who I met in Chicago, was here. And as it turns out, he’s the one who sent me the link to this conference in the first place. Oh happy day to meet someone that I had already known before. Greg Wiska is also here, and we have a lovely reunion. He may be my oldest “Flat Earth Friend” here that I’ve known, or maybe it’s Nathan Thompson (pictured in his globe mask on the cover of this article.)
Good old Nathan Thompson, always up to his crazy and zany antics. What a swell fella. I had written a short story with him and I at a diner being chased by the Smithsonian, that appeared in my latest Horror Collection, Adelphoi. He tells me thanks and that, yes, he received his signed copy. Funny guy. He brought along his hound dog and sandwiches for all the folks who may have been a little hungry after the barbecue.
Speaking of food, a groovy bunch of cats decided to cook up some authentic German Fare and it was on like Donkey Kong. Mixing in with all the food was the Blueberry and Raspberry smells from exotic E-Cigarettes and Marijuana. Ah what a delightful mix of peoples. I did partake in the food and had a hand in flipping some Chicken breasts… Miss Kay claimed to have been “roped in” to chicken flipping as well… So I gave her a break and did my best grill work… I did help with the food, but did not partake in any smoked substances during the shin-dig. That’s just me.
I talked to Jennifer, another person [on the spectrum] like myself that was Torah Observant as well as Flat Earth. We shared our common woes of being misunderstood for this and for that again and again. God bless the people of the non-mid-bell-curve mind… We are a blessing to those who love us.
Travis #1 and Travis #2 were entertaining wistful musings about the moon and how there just may be 28 of them, all different… All moving in a large circle. I applauded Travis #2 in his search to find truth. I do not know if his quest will pan out anything substantial… And yet, I smile at his zeal. We need more open eyes. Real Eyes Realize Real Lies.
So it’s 7:00 and the good old sun has set and the pavilion lights shut off. It’s still “The Golden Hour” so there’s just a wee bit of light left, but I’m a little concerned. I know that the group has the area until 9:00 so I, being a former stage-tech, set out to find the problem. I find a dial and crank it over and three of the nine lights come on. That’s alright, but not quite enough, so I find the maintenance phone number and ask him to call me back. After a while I give up, set an alert in my mind to watch the dial and two more lights pop on, giving just enough illumination. Maybe we’ll be alright. It’s not my gig, so I let Karen B know about it, but she seems overwhelmed, so I leave good enough alone.
Around 9, I start grabbing volunteers to help me with the trash. I grab the 55 gallon containers that were stationed by the locked Mens’ and Women’s restrooms, and start dumping. Travis #1 is right there with me. I told him that I wanted to find him tomorrow and chat more. Cool guy.
I check in on Rich (who is now seated with another Rich) and ask about the head count again. We count the name badges and come up with the number 130, but I suspect that those coming and going were around 150… Rich was inebriated enough by this time to not give me an accurate account, but that’s alright… I’ll see everyone tomorrow.
An announcement goes out - Someone’s lost their key fob for their Viper! What? So now I’m out there scrambling with my flashlight on my phone to try to find it in the grass. Whoops. Someone found another fob, not the one we’re looking for, and lo and behold, the first one was found as well.
Randomly, there's three fellas eating Street Tacos that I haven't seen before. Who are these fine gents? I need to say hello. This ought to be interesting. I walk up to them and ask them if they knew the earth was flat. One brave soul asks me to tell him all about it. So I launch my best prepared speeches and he's right there with me. It's obvious that we're teasing each other but the diversion is appreciated and it's kinda hilarious. They laugh as they finish... Obviously on to better things that little old me... I'm sure I'll see them tomorrow. I gather up their trash to their surprise and tell them I'm going to go find more trash. 7 Corona Bottles, 6 Dixie Cups, 18 cigarette butts later...
And I'm almost done cleaning when the call goes out by the main event logistician (that’s what I call the guy who gets stuck with the grunt work and the sound board and moving chairs) comes by and tells us to vacate. I grab some more trash and empty beers and we’re out of there, headed across the street to the Shriner’s Club, who actually have a super-cheap bar. I get a Malibu and Pineapple for $4, tip $1 and move outside to the Karoke and the Bon-fire. Cool.
After many folks work up the nerve to get up there, I figure it’s my time to kill it. And I do. System of a Down’s Chop Suey has never sounded more horrible, but who cares? It’s just a silly song. I laugh at myself with the audience, changing one of the lines to: “And I don’t even know this song!” telling them that I sang it once in the shower and it sounded great… Ha. Good times.
So I hit the head, say bye to folks and head back over to Motel 6. Now I’m in my birthday suit, writing this and it’s almost Midnight… In twelve hours the one day conference will begin.
I’m sure to have just as much fun tomorrow as I did today.
Flat Earth people are wonderful.
I suppose that the closer I get to Jesus' face, the more I love His Word, and the more I love His Word, the more I believe it.
The more I believe God's Word the more I desire to submit to it.
The more I meditate on it, the more I want to do it, as Psalms 1 says. So I submit to the Word's commands, as I come to meditate on it. It becomes so real that believing it is actual nature. Torah... The Word... becomes life itself.
And so, one of the first things I come to realize is how evil everything in the world is.
The more I read the Word, the more I understand Hollywood to be a temple of Molech.
The more I read the Word, the more I understand the White House to be a temple of Ishtar.
The more I read the WORD, the farther away the WORLD becomes.
Believing the Word changes every paradigm...
So it wouldn't be a stretch to say that when I read about the continual world-wide effects of Operation Starfish Prime, I believe that:
The US didn't care what the world thought and did it anyway.
And that they must have been taking orders from a higher source.
And how this was one of the reasons that they exiled and dethroned the kingship of Hawaii in the first place.
And how they blamed their need for the test on Dr. Van Allen, because he mistakenly thought that the radiation came from a belt and not the actual dome.
And how, the US would make a power play in the Pacific at any rate, so they might as well do it right.
And by doing it right, I mean doing it wrong by using a Hydrogen Bomb one hundred times larger than the bomb on Hiroshima.
At age ten when I was baptized with water in Paul Fahnestocks swimming pool, I was also baptized in the Holy Spirit. At the time of baptism, I was also anointed with the Holy Spirit: The mystery of the physical manifestation of glossolalia bedazzled my mind and boggled my senses. It was a very humbling experience, to not be able to speak my own tongue.
That being said...
More importantly, the Holy Spirit unblocked an iron wall from my mind and I was able to understand the Bible as I read it.
No longer the dusty tome of history, it became the revealing life to my heart. It became living water.
My father, having me made memorize many passages of the Bible, was quite pleased at this. Sure, I was still human and had many difficult issues that still affected my childhood, but the root had been changed. The old roots were pulled away and a new root was planted.
The root of David was alive in me, and I in it.
When I read the Bible, I agree with the commands of Torah, I agree with the supernatural manifestation of healings and miracles, I agree with the Biblical Cosmology of a motionless earth... I literally believe the Word to be true.
Let me repeat that.
I literally believe the Word to be true.
So my question is this:
If you profess to be in Israel, or profess to believe in the Messiah of Israel...
Why don't you believe what He says?
Or did Christ die of crucifixion for nothing?
Did He become sin so that you might ignore Him?
Did He become separated from the Father so that you might trample Him underfoot?
Is He but a dog to be ignored?
For Christ is the LITERAL begotten Word from the Father.
The Ruach of Elohim YHVH.
And you profess that the Logos of YHVH is good for meat...
But you mock the Ruach of YHVH.
When I tell you that I keep the feasts and wear the tassels...
Do you think I submit to strange customs or Holy Sacraments?
Ask yourself this question the next time you hang holly and fir trees in your living room.
Opinion: Unhinged liberals are trying to scare people with post office conspiracy theory
[[text stolen from courier-journal dot com]]
There are two ways to win an election — thrill voters by nominating someone exciting and lovable, or, in case you nominate someone who sucks, scare the bejesus out of people so they vote for your guy anyway.
The Democrats have settled on the latter for 2020. Yes, Joe Biden is presently winning the presidential race against President Donald Trump (although CNN’s Sunday night poll had it effectively tied), but most reputable polling indicates little enthusiasm for the former vice president, and Democrats know it.
Therefore, worried about maintaining a shaky lead, Democrats and their conspiracy theory-crazed followers (led by High Conspiracy Priestess Nancy Pelosi) have plunged headlong into a plan to scare people to death in the hopes they will overlook how aggressively mediocre Biden is.
The latest conspiracy theory (following the ones about Russia, Ukraine, and that the Trump tax cuts would cause “Armageddon” and mass death) is that Trump is sabotaging the post office with a Republican donor who apparently has the power to single-handedly stop all Democratic ballots and Social Security checks.
The conspiracy theory went full mainstream Sunday night when House Speaker Pelosi called her chamber back into session to deal with the “crisis.” Immediately, every Democrat and those most severely afflicted with Trump Derangement Syndrome joined in her hoax.
Even former basketball player/turned iPhone thief/turned misinformation purveyor Rex Chapman tweeted a picture of some locked mailboxes in Burbank, California.
“In your entire life have you ever seen a LOCKED mailbox at the USPS? Now you have. A disgrace and immediate threat to American democracy. Shame on them. Shame on the GOP. Where are you [Mitch McConnell]?” Chapman alarmingly tweeted, garnering tens of thousands of retweets and likes.
Rex’s brick was immediately disproven by a reporter named Chuck Ross, who used a highly sophisticated research tool called Google to find a 2016 article explaining why the boxes are locked:
“Turns out that fishing, or stealing mail, has become so common that postal officials have been retrofitting boxes around the San Fernando Valley and other areas to make them more tamper proof, said Richard J. Maher, spokesman for Post Office operations in Los Angeles and Orange counties.”
Set aside for a moment that Chapman is spreading a baseless conspiracy that would make even the most committed Russian operative blush. Does he think that California is a swing state? Or that a Senator from Kentucky controls the mailboxes in Burbank? Or that people can’t mail a ballot from their house?
You may want to get your political news somewhere other than Rex’s twitter feed. But the former Kentucky Wildcat is hardly the only unhinged liberal going on about the post office.
Pelosi herself, in her weekend letter, announced the U.S. House had to convene to, among other things, make sure people can still get their Social Security checks.
Back to Google, where we find out that President Barack Obama stopped sending Social Security checks in 2010, moving virtually every recipient to direct deposit. We also find that, in 2016, the U.S. Postal Service removed some 12,000 mailboxes during Obama’s second term, another tenet of the “Trump is sabotaging the post office to steal the election” conspiracy theory.
Google also tells you that in 2012, Obama tried to cancel Saturday delivery of the mail, a significant attack on mail access for rural voters (who really disliked Obama, by the way). But no conspiracy theory or national uproar emerged over Obama’s postal moves.
Why? Because it wasn’t a conspiracy! And neither is today’s postal dust-up. Republicans and Democrats have a major policy disagreement over the post office, which boils down to this: Liberals want to give it a bailout, and conservatives want to reform it.
That’s it. That’s all this is about, but Democrats are purposely conflating these issues with disagreements over mail-in voting to scare the bejesus out of people, especially older voters. The post office has plenty of money and capacity to operate the 2020 election, no matter what the Democrats say, and Trump himself has blessed a coronavirus relief bill that would send billions in additional funding to the Postal Service.
While Democrats and the media howl about Republicans embracing conspiracy theorists and misinformation, Pelosi, Chapman and countless others are spreading flat-out lies to freak people out. It is wrong, and voters will hopefully see through it come November no matter which method they choose to cast their ballot.
Islam neither ignores nor condemns slavery. In fact, a large part of the Sharia is dedicated to the practice.
Muslims are encouraged to live in the way of Muhammad, who was a slave owner and trader. He captured slaves in battle; he had sex with his slaves; and he instructed his men to do the same. The Quran actually devotes more verses to making sure that Muslim men know they can keep women as sex slaves (4) than it does to telling them to pray five times a day (zero).
Quran (23:5-6) - "..who abstain from sex, except with those joined to them in the marriage bond, or (the captives) whom their right hands possess..." This verse permits the slave-owner to have sex with his slaves. See also Quran (70:29-30). The Quran is a small book, so if Allah used valuable space to repeat the same point four times, sex slavery must be very important to him. He was relatively reticent on matters of human compassion and love.
Quran (8:69) - "But (now) enjoy what ye took in war, lawful and good" A reference to war booty, of which slaves were a part. The Muslim slave master may enjoy his "catch" because (according to verse 71) "Allah gave you mastery over them."
Quran (24:32) - "And marry those among you who are single and those who are fit among your male slaves and your female slaves..." Breeding slaves based on fitness.
Quran (16:75) - "Allah sets forth the Parable (of two men: one) a slave under the dominion of another; He has no power of any sort; and (the other) a man on whom We have bestowed goodly favours from Ourselves, and he spends thereof (freely), privately and publicly: are the two equal? (By no means;) praise be to Allah.' Yet another confirmation that the slave is is not equal to the master. In this case, it is plain that the slave owes his status to Allah's will. (According to 16:71, the owner should be careful about insulting Allah by bestowing Allah's gifts on slaves - those whom the god of Islam has not favored).