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We got off the bus at Parris Island with orders in hand. There were no smiles, only silence, which we could not understand. Drill instructors barked, their voices fierce. Testing our minds, their shouts would pierce. I was the little guy; all eyes were on me To pass out chrome domes and cartridge belts as quickly as could be. They played their games to break us down, making us more assertive about wearing the crown. We were located near a mess hall, and hunger soon grew. But eating was something we’d never had a chance to do. Twelve hours passed—or was it more? Time blurred in obedience, and our minds were sore. Then a sharp and vile smell arose—not from the mess hall—and it lingered a while. A puddle formed, weaving the floor, Spreading fast, reaching shoes, and more. We glanced around, avoiding the blame. It was a silent pact that no one would name. Relief came loud—a door swung wide, and a towering figure stepped inside. A Smoky Bear hat, nightstick in hand, He growled commands we’d soon understand. Lion, bear, and wildcat combined, He reshaped hearts and hardened minds. "Follow me," his voice declared, "We'll forge Marines who’ll be prepared. Use nature’s lessons, endure the strain; together, we’ll thrive through joy and pain." And so, we followed, giving our all, from shining seas to duty’s call. He taught us honor, love, and pride, fighting for freedom side by side. Then came my orders—Vietnam’s shore, a battle awaited, and I was ready for war. We were staged in Okinawa, and I paused to speak with some of the locals whose truths made my spirit weak. They spoke of America, harsh and cold, Words that enraged but left me bold.“How dare they insult the land I defend? I’m a proud Marine and truly America’s friend!” Their honesty stung, their words were clear, yet their demeanor held no sneer. They cared not for height, color, or name. To them, humanity was all the same. “Do you think,” they asked, “our words mean you? You’re black and almost an American, and your heart feels true. If ugliness spreads and shapes your view, Then that ugliness will surely belong to you.” Their wisdom lingered, a seed in my mind, Teaching me truths both harsh and kind. I still fought for my country and stood my ground as the lessons of unity resound. From Parris Island to battles abroad, we learned to follow, endure, and applaud—to protect the freedoms we hold so dear and face the world without any fear. After the war, many years have passed, and I finally came home by God's grace at last. I never forgot the words they spoke to me in Okinawa, wondering if they were wrong or right. They were sometimes so horrifying that I could not sleep at night. Now, after observing others, I believe patriots unveil their true meaning of patriotism to me; the words spoken in Okinawa become easier to see.

Vigilant adults can easily recognize them. Children of the truth are level-headed, bright, and very confident. These children are open-minded to new ideas and effortlessly approach challenges and constructive criticism. Few are shy and practically impossible to intimidate, as they are comfortable in their skins. Child Abuse I was only ten years old when I watched my father tie my brother to a bedpost and beat the living daylight out of him with a coal miner’s belt. My brother jumped out of the bedroom window and hung from the window by his waist. My father promptly walked outside of the house and beat my brother even more as he turned there. I was horrified by this chain of events, but this beating truly got my attention as brutal as it may have seemed at the time. I realized later that the defeat was a smokescreen, as my brother sustained little physical harm. The site of the event was most telling, however. Later I learned that my brother had told a lie, which was the reason for his punishment. Was it that important? While I was growing up between two mountains in West Virginia, I learned some invaluable lessons. My father would let us know right up front that he did not tolerate lies. I got it! Daddy would always use the term “Do not mimic your master, or you will inherit his burdens.” This cliché was handed down to my father from his father and subsequently to my family. My grandfather believed that lies projected energy. This energy could make you or break you! Despite being an African slave, my grandfather lived to be 115 years of age. He married a Creek Indian (Native American). She also lived to be 115 years of age. They possessed some very controversial beliefs. They passed down some of these customs that remain alive in our family today. I guess I mimic my grandparents through my father. I guess by now, you are wondering what this has to do with child abuse. Child abuse in America is mainly relates to objective physical abuse. Mental and spiritual abuse, however, pose the most systemic challenges to children but go unnoticed. Is Telling Your Child A Lie Actionable Child Abuse? It’s the American way of life to tell lies. It started with the classification of races in the 17th century to justify slavery and went berserk from that point. Article I, Title 2 of our Constitution starts the lying with the three-fifths clause. There is plenty of evidence available that unveils Americans, but many cannot handle the truth. They would prefer to tell their children lies. Lies subject their children to the worst kind of child abuse. Sadly, children sustain irreparable mental and spiritual damage due to lies said to them by their parents—still, some clinch on to these lies for comfort. Many are unaware of the damage to themselves and their children. Nature has a balance, and it works! Confusion Children are told not to believe their lying eyes are easily recognizable. Many times, they are misfits who cling to talking points created by their parents. Once they learn the truth, many are angry at their parents and confused. Their burdens are heavy. Their ills are curable. But they, too, must realize that Nature has a cure for their ills, and they must learn the importance of truth. Many of us are confused about almost everything that we see or hear. This confusion is understandable when lies are a regular part of our diets. Someone has broken this old, worn, funky code, and we can now see victory! Indulge us: www.ageofmentality.com

Understanding Perspectives: Recently, I was asked about the participation of white individuals in Black Lives Matter protests. It's a complex issue. White people have faced their share of hardships, but the difference lies in the understanding of the origins of these burdens. People of color comprehend their struggles differently, while many white individuals might only have heard one side of the story. Seeking truth requires patience and the willingness to challenge ingrained beliefs. Sadly, many are blinded by half-truths ingrained since birth. Impact of Actions and Technology: Negative words and actions, especially from influential figures, hold significant weight. Technology, however, has made us more aware of injustices, enabling a broader perspective. Factual portrayal can deeply affect compassionate individuals. Forgiveness and Compassion: In my seventy-six years, I've observed the incredible forgiveness of black individuals. Their generosity, regardless of race, reflects a greater capacity for patience and understanding. Vision for a Better World: Historically oppressed, people of color envision a world where race, color, or creed aren't divisive factors. It's a self-serving but wise perspective for all to adopt. Finding Truth and Empowerment: My ancestral experience vouches for the value of shared insights. The selfish reason behind sharing this information is to empower others with genuine knowledge. If applied, this wisdom can transform negative energy into wisdom, health, and prosperity. Path to Transformation: This series of blogs and newsletters aim to share invaluable insights. It's inclusive, targeting everyone, not just specific demographics. Let's start with personal stories over recorded history. Understanding Self and Spirituality: Recognizing the divine within ourselves is crucial. God isn't a visible entity but a personal, innate feeling guiding us toward good. This understanding challenges conventional perceptions of spirituality. Embracing Wisdom of Elders: Reaching back to the wisdom of previous generations is pivotal. It's time to unfetter ourselves from modern thoughts and embrace the knowledge passed down through time. Call to Action: Join the forthcoming initiative aimed at humanity's betterment. Engage with ongoing newsletters for empowerment and visit www.ageofmentality.com  to take control of your life. Share as Soundbite: "Embrace the divine within, unfetter from modern thoughts, and join our journey to transform humanity at www.ageofmentality.com ."

Lesson IV It is in all of us! Some have called it political, and a few were simply curious. Others felt intimidated. Who cares? The real issue is results! If the results are favorable, then why not? Who would not want to get a monkey off his back? When we speak of a vaccine, we are discussing a remedy to an age-old curse. We can be amazed at our accomplishments! But have we unveiled a solution for all humanity? You are genuinely asking the wrong person. I am simply an innocent participant in an event everyone needs to understand. If the vaccine is effective, then we reach herd immunity. All that we need are participants. Sounds familiar? It is the same process. Although our procedures are not as vibrant as Dr. Fauci's program, we still believe that we have a solution to yet another virus. I wish everyone on the planet Earth to know that they can participate in this system and be just as successful as anyone else, regardless of color, creed, race, religion, sex, gender, etc. I also realize that many of us have various issues to resolve. We are all unique. After completing our program, it will not be difficult to understand the reason for the process. I am confident that our graduates will eventually employ different strategies to share their success. All are good! Please do not hold it against me if I must divulge some seriously vile conduct for illustration purposes only. I wish not to offend anyone, but we cannot evade the truth. Tell your own story when sharing this information. Whatever you do, please do not misinterpret a lie for the truth and attempt to use this process. It will only place you into the category UNDEFINED! I would not relish being one to share this experience. The Prop Digesting the information that we share in this session will require some imagination. Suppose you have been following along with our program. In that case, Lesson III suggests that we attempt performing a select set of exercises to refresh our memories to adjust to the intensity necessary to perform these exercises. Now we must learn to coordinate the physical with the mental. It is a simple process. · Imagine performing a specific exercise mentally exclusively. · Inject a little reality if in question by performing more physical exercises for memory only. · Create a prop (a scene in your mind). · Visualize the prop as you continuously exercise. · Let not the scenes in your mind upset you. · Immerse yourself in memory exercising as you visualize the evil that horrifies you. · Exercise daily, or whenever your body entices you to do so. · Soon, you will discover muscular soundness as your mind channels the evil that affects your life. · Not only will your physical appearance change, so will your mental appearance. · Each day that you complete your exercise session, you will build an antivirus in your system. · You relive TRUTH and understand that nature has a balance. This understanding prepares you to accept nature at the molecular level. Think It Through Now I want you to think about what I have just told you in this blog. Doing so will entice some of you to take the next step. Those who will do this will most likely become successful before I complete sharing all that I know. It is all good! Some of us are already programmed to take to this process like a fish takes to water. The just do not know it! In our next session, I will wrap together the points that I have outlined previously. First, however, do not forget that we must still learn to channel, harness, and convert negative energy into positive. This step is the fun part! Keep on Living Just John

The Beans are Out the Bag How can one NOT KNOW after being force-embedded in the master's house for four hundred years? How many flies on the wall do we require? The good thing about being a fly on the wall is few people notice you. If you do not fall in the buttermilk, or fly in someone ear, your presence will never occur. Some privileged pets such as dogs and cats lived inside the big house. Slaves lived outside. Some slaves, however, still felt honored to be chosen as a pet. Pretend to be dumb as hell and they will choose you! There was a reason for this. Children tell their pets things that they will never say to their parents and our ancestors knew these things. Think about that for a while. Human Nature All people are the same! Slaves realized the importance of programming eons ago. Believe it or not, this is where algorithms began. What would these black dummies know about algorithms? We will see! Some believe that if they can change other people's ways of thinking, they can control that individual. This assertion is only valid to a certain point. People skeptical of their pasts constantly tell their children lies to cover their past indiscretions. They will go to great lengths to hide the truth. Some will attempt to change his story, my story, or your story to reach this endeavor. How much can one know when they cling to the wall as a fly in George Washington's house, or Thomas Jefferson's home, or even Ronald Reagan's place of abode and is unnoticed? How much can you learn when the children of Presidents, Senators, Congressmen, and army generals "spill the beans" as their parents bask in the pleasures provided by the dumb old negro slave. People of good conscience know that brainwashed individuals become NME! Or they have lost their ability to do critical analysis. NME is a state of No Mental Energy. Most people in this state of mind are irrational and easily led. All that it takes is a pearl of certain wisdom learned by 400 years of forced servitude to understand all that occurs at this moment in time. They stole the slaves' physical labor, but the slaves stole their mental and spiritual acumens. What a hell of a trade? The Wise are Aware! Fortunately, most have been aware for many years, and they remain cognizant! Those trained with NME will believe that they are correct under all circumstances. "I Won The Election". They do not have the blessings of critical analysis. This lack of conscience is their shortcoming. Wise people know them well. Their love and relationships are transactional. Some even believe that lies will advance their endeavors. They will use every trick in the book to gain the affection of others. They will corrupt any initiative for peace. They want order without laws. Their order is always that which enhances them and degrade others. Times have changed. One cannot simply speak things into being that are false and corrupt. They got the "Secret" message but misunderstood it. They constantly indulge in other ancient cultures, not knowing the consequences of their actions. This total lack of knowledge and understanding of life will lead to their unconscious self-destruction. Who sinks with them depends upon one's ability to channel, harness, and convert this mysterious negative energy. Someone broke the code over 400 years ago. Now we possess the mental and spiritual capacity to subdue this ignorance. We can only Teach. Join us. Just, John

When the slave traders enslaved our ancestors, it was told by our elders that VouDoo, commonly known as VooDoo by Americans, was the only religion that was familiar to most in bondage. The slave masters prohibited the slaves from practicing this religion. Marie Laveau introduced Voodo into America in Louisiana in the early 1800s. She was the firstborn free in her family. Her grandmother, Catherine, was purchased by a free woman of color. It is said that Marie's great-grandmother came to New Orleans as a slave from West Africa in the mid-1700s. Catherine was eventually able to buy her freedom and build her small home in the French Quarter, where Marie Laveau would live and become the legendary Voodoo Queen of America. Voodoo integrated with other common customs and practices in our neck of the woods in my early years. We wore asafetida bags , a little grey, stinky, nasty-looking bag around our necks to ward off whatever. These little bags contained content similar to what was used in Gris-gris bags used by Voodoo priests. We also used strange lotions and potions not familiar to most. All of my siblings were birthed by midwives. My mother worked for a doctor for 53 years. I was born in 1944 and I was never attended to by or examined by a medical doctor until 1956. Nevertheless, my mother and my family still think highly of this doctor but our family received minuscule treatment from him, nor did he provide prenatal care, or deliver any of my mother's children. Through a keyhole in my parent's bedroom door, I witnessed my brother brought into the world by a midwife that some believed practiced Voodoo. We called it Hoodoo during my younger days. It was all part of the hand that we were dealt. We had to run with it. First Day at Decota Grade School Just like Henrietta Lacks , we were not privy to medical care up until about 1955. One year later, the courts desegregated the schools due to a supreme court decision of Brown vs Board of Education. I remember my first trip to the doctor. We began taking vaccinations for just about everything. Still, I was required to continue wearing my little stinky asafetida bag around my neck. I felt that I would have been severely punished if caught without it. I do not know how we were viewed by others, but we were not like everyone else and we knew it, but it did not bother us at all. Children laughed and talked about us because of what they viewed as strange behavior, but we were programmed never to fear. My father would always say he would rather die on his feet than live on his knees and this is how we were programmed. His bravery was unfathomed at that time. We were programmed NOT to fear! Other blacks would avoid my father as they were fearful of being associated with him. As the children circled and laughed at us on our first day at Decota, something inside me provided me with the strength to use their criticism as positive energy. Daddy always said that even when we die, we continue to live. "We live in another world." He would then discuss dreams. He spoke of how his father survived as a result of Voudoo. He scared people. He always said that our strength was between our ears. We were just unaware of it. My mother's influence had a bearing on my thoughts also. With all of the horrors that existed because of slavery, my mom seemed to see a light at the end of the tunnel regardless of how dark it may be. She often spoke of her grandmother being a slave, but she would always say that her masters were good to her grandmother. Her grandmother was a seamstress and made all of the clothing for the master's family. Sometimes I did not know whether to be angry or be thankful. This slavery thing consumed a great portion of all conversation when I was young. I lived on the horns of a dilemma at all times. It was customary that my father gives a speech whenever he drank his firewater. He always considered himself Creek . I knew nothing of this at that time. One day he started saying things to me that sounded like he was speaking in another language other than English. This seance-type behavior often occurred when he had a bad experience and it appeared that he had bad days quite often. The meaning from his babble was clear as a bell, however. I felt like I had experienced this same ritual before, but I could not understand anything about what occurred as a result of it. I felt strange but less stressed. This incident occurred approximately four years before I faced evil head-on in the woods in West Virginia. After that incident, I felt vulnerable as a deer in the forest during hunting season. From that point forward, I could only think of freedom in my head. I felt the same as my ancestors – enslaved! Everything that my father told me about slavery had invaded my spirit, and it has never left. From these things comes my energy. I love West Virginia, but I had to go. I pledged myself that when I left that I would only sojourn there, but never live there again if possible. Is it a Religion or Cult? The greatest deception has been that black people have been deceived about just about everything since our arrival on the infamous slave ship. Some say Plymouth Rock landed on us. We have an entire history to reestablish going all the way back to Kemet. We are slowly but surely learning more about ourselves. It has been enlightening just thinking of the many opportunities that present themselves in this erudition exclusively! Many real-life situations have occurred in the lives of black people that go untold. Perhaps this is why some blacks attempt to cover the blind spots with myths and folklore such as the Willy Lynch letters etc. Although many of these stories are myths, they resonate with black people as the tales are not true statements but are statements of truth. Voodoo probably isn't what you think it is. It might be easier to start with what Voodoo isn't: Voodoo isn't accurately portrayed in most movies, TV shows, and books. Even some documentaries and non-fiction books are misleading. Voodoo isn't a cult, black magic, or devil worship. People who practice Voodoo are not witchdoctors, sorcerers, or occultists. Voodoo isn't a practice intended to hurt or control others. Most Voodooists have never seen a "Voodoo doll" (unless, like you, they saw it in a movie). Voodoo isn't morbid or violent. Voodoo isn't the same everywhere. Not everyone who practices Voodoo does it in exactly the same way or agrees on exactly the same things. This is how I understand Voudoo. I'm just saying... So, what is Voodoo? There have been court hearings about it, and it was prohibited to be used by slaves during the slave period in America. Blacks who have linage to slavery must answer the question for themselves through critical analysis, and please do not disrespect our elders include their historical input also. What do you think it is? I do not know, but I am interested in getting to the bottom of it. It may be the key to our survival. What do I know? Just, John

Some believe that our times are ominous. Had I not obtained the privilege of entering the portal to antiquity, I would have been led to believe the same. I should explain what I mean by “portal to antiquity,” as it requires an imagination on steroids to comprehend. Nonetheless, I will provide the key to this portal for those willing to insert elasticity in their thinking to indulge the process. The Key I will be as accurate as possible and separate intelligence from wisdom. Intelligence requires one to acquire knowledge. Some believe that the more they possess, the more intelligent they will become. Wisdom requires an ability to observe intelligence in action enough times to make a smart decision about it. Back in the day, some of my elders spoke of “the educated fool.” They believed that making jokes about those in this category, educated fools, was a form of entertainment . I was only a child then, but “educated fool” became relevant later. One day, I was thinking about the importance of TRUTH. This thought was precipitated by something I was told as a child. “Johnny, always tell the truth, regardless of the outcome.” “Love not your body more than your soul.” As a little boy, TRUTH was my default mentality. I was ridiculed once in the big world about it, I mean the truth. I noticed a difference in people's thinking once I joined the Marine Corps. Fellow Marines would ask each other questions about their families, where they lived, etc. I noticed that most black guys would say they were from big cities, like New York, Phili, Chicago, etc. They asked me about my hometown, and I told them I lived on Cabin Creek in a little coal-mining town called Carbon in West Virginia. Everyone in the room started laughing. I did not get it. Later, I found that most of them lived in small towns. Later, I called them out on it. From that point, they named me The Good Head, the most honest guy in the world. They thought it was funny, but I enjoyed them calling me that name. I have been clear minded about the value of truth. The wisdom of this enormous treasure leads me to a never-ending search into my past. It started with parsing the words of my known ancestors and associating them with wording from other documents of yore. I was aware of my grandfather being one of the souls brought over on an illegal slave ship after slavery had concluded. I also understood that my grandmother on this same side of the family was Creek Native American. She always talked about the Trail of Tears, for which I knew nothing then. Although my mother’s parents were not slaves, they were from slave lineage. My mother would not speak as harshly about slavery as my father did. She spoke of her grandmother as “one,” as she described it. She would start saying that her slave masters were not as cruel as “others,” she would exclaim. Then, she would tell us the sorrowful story about how her grandmother watched her sister being hauled away and chained in a wagon. She was sold to some very mean people, she would say. She would then start crying. We would all cry! I am crying right now, to be honest. We all have different experiences. Mine is unique, indeed. Thankfully, the many conversations held before a coal-burning fireplace back in the hills of West Virginia have led me to my ancestors across the globe. I have found that many doors open once one endeavors to know him or herself. Lies may have tainted some, but the truth lies in how we perceive life and what happens afterward. I discovered that people in my genetic pool valued the afterlife more so than their state of living. To them, a lie was an abomination to God. They believed in the 42 admissions of Ma’at created thousands of years before the Christian era. BCE. After reading the forty-two admissions of Ma’at, a door opened, leading me to learn some of the Coptic language. I was then compelled to learn to read hieroglyphics. I read the Papyrus of Ani, The Greenfield Papyrus, and any other ancient inscriptions I could obtain. The door flew wide open! Now, I possess the most valuable information available. This is how I received my key to the past. Curses from The Tombs Whenever I hear people unfamiliar with the people of Kemet talk about curses and Idolatry, I laugh. I am sure that Sheik Anta Diop would also laugh. The irony is that it is hilarious once one has the key. Our ancestors were brilliant! Their Soothsayers, or Charmen, could predict our futures and the climates we would be exposed to. They were so wise until they were able to insert into our genes the extraordinary energy to not only endure slavery for a season but also much more to list than this document can sustain. They understood that their tombs would be raided. They already knew that stories about them in their futures would be distorted. This is the reason that they built great monuments for their afterlife. If one is cursed, the curse is self-induced. The ancient people of Kemet understood that when their tombs were raided and unsealed, the world would see and know their identity, thereby exposing the many lies that have been told about them. They understood that when planet Earth unveiled their identity, some would view it as a curse. Read the papyri… We are now experiencing a change in basic assumptions, and some are so misinformed that they still believe that all they need to do is change the history books. Let us see! Time is an excellent arbiter of truth.

The universe has an order; no matter how hard we try , we will not reverse its course.  Once one is in tune with the universe, it is easy to appreciate its fairness.  The universe has laws of reciprocity.  These laws are elementary to understand, but overzealous human beings lead others to take courses with this understanding. This is done on most occasions for self-aggrandizement.  Their followers foolishly believe that these foolish assertions will advance them. Those following these unsound dictates will incur significant setbacks without a doubt. We cannot hide from ourselves. Everywhere we go, there we are!  I watch misinformed punish themselves as they increase their drug intake.  I watch them stress and strain over decisions that are foregone conclusions for those with level heads. I am not casting aspersions. If the shoe fits, wear it.  It is not comical but ironic to see what is occurring in many affluent neighborhoods.  Many living in these neighborhoods have looked the other way, as less affluent neighborhoods have been subject to poisoning for many years. Now, these same drugs are coming back to consume those who have been in a position to do something about avoiding this catastrophe. In past years, I have observed previously incarcerated individuals who had endured prefrontal lobotomies and other various drug experiments.  This was done many years ago.  I am a seasoned gentleman.   There is no telling what other vile experiments have been performed on residents of these poor neighborhoods.    Now, all of a sudden, there is an urgent need to fix the opiate drug problems that we are now facing.  These problems have existed for many decades in poor neighborhoods.  Now, I guess it is “coming home to roost.”  This is only the beginning.  The retribution that one must suffer when having a malignant heart is overwhelming. We can expect even more signs. The universe has a conscience!  Still, some believe they are entitled to more despite having it all.  This is laughable!  Regardless of how hard they try, nature will balance their actions with a reaction.  Their efforts will intensify, for they will become frightened and attempt to conceal their shortcoming.  They will reject the truth.  They will shy away and refuse to even look at the truth.  It is happening as I write this blog.   There is little for us to do now other than respect the dictates of nature, and we will be fine.   Sooner or later, those that defy nature will self-destruct.  Sit in your favorite chair, get a bowl of popcorn, and watch the show!  We have passed into a new dimension.   Thank God!

The old man sat in his small, cluttered study, the dim light from the evening sun casting long shadows across the room. His fingers danced over the worn keyboard of his laptop as he typed with deliberate slowness, careful to choose each word with precision. The blog post he was composing felt like the culmination of decades of watching, waiting, and understanding—a lifetime of observing how the universe constantly, in its patient way, restores balance. "The universe has an order," he wrote. "No matter how hard we try, we will not reverse its course." He paused, letting the words sink in, at least for himself. He had seen too much to believe otherwise. In his youth, he had been swept up in the same ambitions as so many others—assuming that power, wealth, or status could somehow bend the rules of existence. But now, in his twilight years, he knew better. The universe was fair. Brutally so. And for those who tuned themselves to its rhythms, its fairness was unmistakable. "The universe has laws of reciprocity," he continued. "These laws are elementary to understand, but overzealous human beings lead others astray for their gain. They preach foolish doctrines, and their followers believe—oh, how they believe—that these shortcuts will bring them success." He had seen it repeatedly in history and his own life. Those who sought to manipulate the laws of the universe for self-aggrandizement always fell. It might not happen right away, but the universe had infinite patience. When the reckoning came, it was swift, merciless, and unavoidable. "We cannot hide from ourselves," he typed, the memory of an old friend flashing through his mind—a man who had risen to prominence in business by stepping on the backs of others, only to crumble under the weight of his deceit. "Everywhere we go, there we are." As the words flowed, the old man thought of the world outside his window, of the affluent neighborhoods that now grappled with the same problems they had long ignored in poorer communities. The irony was thick, almost unbearable. He had watched as drugs ravaged the underprivileged for years, a plague that seemed invisible to those with wealth. Those same poisons had seeped into the gated communities, and suddenly, there was an outcry—a desperate call to fix the problem. He chuckled darkly to himself. "If the shoe fits, wear it," he muttered under his breath, then added it to the post. He was not mocking them, far from it. But he could not ignore the irony. The same people who had once turned a blind eye were now consumed by the same afflictions they had once dismissed. It was poetic, in a way. "I have seen this before," he wrote, his mind drifting back to darker times. He remembered the lobotomies, the drug experiments on prisoners, the vile things that were done to those who had no power, no voice. He had witnessed horrors people liked to forget but never could. Those experiments were done under the guise of 'progress,' Now, decades later, society was reaping the consequences. What other vile experiments, he wondered, had been conducted that had yet to come to light? "Now, all of a sudden, there is an urgent need to fix the opiate crisis," he typed. His fingers moved slower now, the weight of the truth pressing on him. "These problems have existed for decades, but now that it has reached the homes of the wealthy, it's an emergency. The chickens have come home to roost, and this is only the beginning." He could feel the universe stirring, adjusting its balance. The retribution would be overwhelming for those with malignant hearts, for those who had profited from the suffering of others. It was already happening, and the signs would only grow more apparent in the coming days. "The universe has a conscience," he wrote. "And there will be consequences for those who defy its natural order." He had seen good people crushed by forces beyond their control while the privileged lived untouched. But now, the privileged were no longer immune. It was as though the universe had finally decided enough was enough. Despite already having everything, those who believed they were entitled to more would soon find their fortunes reversed. Their frantic efforts to cover their tracks, to hide from the truth, would only dig them deeper into the inevitable. "They will reject the truth," he typed. "They will run from it, try to hide from it, but the truth will not be ignored. It is happening as I write this." He leaned back in his chair, the blog post nearing completion. The world outside his window looked the same as always—quiet, orderly, a facade of peace. But he knew better. Beneath that calm exterior, the storm was brewing, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. "There is little left for us to do now," he concluded. "Respect the dictates of nature, and we will be fine. Sooner or later, those that defy the natural order will self-destruct. Sit in your favorite chair, get a bowl of popcorn if you like tragedy, and watch the show; if not the same as I do, watch a good comedy. We have passed into a new dimension." With a final sigh, he added the last words: "Thank God." He clicked "publish" and closed his laptop. As he sat there, the quiet hum of the universe seemed louder than ever. There was nothing left to do but join people who believe in TRUTH and wait. The order of things would restore itself, as it always did. And when it did, he would be watching.

Some are hoping and praying that the Senate passes legislation to insure voting rights for all people. This issue no longer concerns some of us as it has in past seasons. Why? We have learned a few new tricks that have not been fully examined by most. "When they go low, we go high!" Transparency is all that we now require. The tides have changed, and lies are in such abundance until they have become an abomination to God, and exposure thereof is the key to freedom for many onlookers! I am happy to see that Chuck Schumer gets it. Others are way off the mark. They still foolishly believe to their chagrin, however, that their non-actions can protect them. They, too, will soon learn the importance of absolute TRUTH as others have learned in past seasons. Yes! Let us have a Senatorial vote on voting rights, win or lose! Why? Because once we know their votes, we will also know their hearts. Thusly, "We will know them by their fruits." Their choices can now paint their spirits into iniquity (see Acts 8:23), greed (see Acts 8:18–23), lust (Job 31:1–12), and stubbornness (I Samuel 15:23). Senators' exposures to lying, cheating, and other vile acts of corruption against humanity are now available for all to see and discreetly channel. Now the planet is left with few choices. We are now obligated to use our heavenly missions to turn the tides of evil and advance humankind into a more harmonious future! There is a prerequisite that we allow God and Nature be the arbiters of our actions and decisions. Then for sure, there will be no ambiguity in the choices that we make to subdue this nasty sore on the crust of the Earth! People with advanced wisdom will rejoice when they realize the names of the Senators that conjured the unmitigated gall to deprive the voting rights of not only people of color, but to take away the rights from anyone that dare to disagree with them. Knowledge of this information exclusively is creating a NEGATIVE ENERGY spike unbeknownst to humankind! Some are so misinformed until they cherish a filibuster that is the nod, nod, wink, wink that enemies of freedom, and plants pretending to be allies, have used to suppress the rights of people of color for eons. Now they are letting it all hang out! Some are so confused until they are mimicking the the spirits of their vile ancestors to believe that cruelty is the panacea to cure all evil. God and Nature have now provided humankind with mechanisms to detect, record, harness and convert this negative energy into enormous positive RESULTS with little effort. Just, John

When President Obama roasted Donald Trump at that infamous dinner in Washington D.C., Mr. Trump did not realize that Obama was using ancient tactics on Mr. Trump to ferret out negative energy. Mr. Trump was enraged! Some believe that his anger propelled him to become President! Not only did Trump provide huge negative energy for converting, but he also convinced millions to condone his actions. Obama did not expect such a bounty. Obama was only testing the waters but hit the jackpot! The negative energy was like none before, and those familiar with what happens next are sure that it will enable healing globally. Not only did Trump provide huge negative energy for converting, but he has now exposed the entire Republican Party to an alleged murder COVER-UP while the entire planet watches. Whether the alleged Trump, and his coconspirators know it or not, Merrick Gardner will more than likely charge all conspiring members with felony murder, in addition to sedition if he really does his job. Sedition may be a little difficult to prove, but the excitement of the riot is obvious. We all saw what happened! When a person is killed in committing a dangerous felony, the FELONY MURDER RULE is at play. It really does not matter who did the killing, the rule still applies to all involved. The RNC will now be exposed exponentially. The RNC will now be accused of censuring Liz Cheney and others for simply getting to the bottom of the truth and exposing those responsible for the taking the lives of others by their reckless behavior, which is undoubtedly MURDER! Pence and Lindsay Graham are wise enough to see the freight train coming down the track. Others are foolish enough to believe that their silence will exculpate them. Ha! RNC constituents, consisting of Evangelical Christians are now donating money to a party that provides the legal fees for obviously accused MURDERERS. I'm positive that their God will just love this. Wise people LOVE their efforts, however; as they just have more negative energy to convert. Some just keep on giving! No big thing to them because they do not understand what is occurring. Some will double, or even triple down, on their evil acts believing that they are hurting others, while the wise ones laugh and enjoy their strange behavior as a Soap Opera or other entertainment! People that know the score really love it! I am sure the RNC members will love to continue hiding their courageous histories from their children. Perhaps in a few years or so, they can too burn this history from all books that mention anything about it, along with their other glamorous histories. If one inserts a smidgen of intelligence in appraising this endeavor, it would be more fruitful to burn the entire Internet than books, if either is possible! I am sure that every book that is burned is available in many different genres online. These acts are totally revealing! Wise people that understand the signs of the seasons are delighted with their efforts. The negative energy that is produced is world-changing! Some unconsciously keep on giving! Their enormous gifts enable marching in the streets, protesting, wearing signs saying "I am a Man" and Black Lives Matter, etc. to become only relics of the past. Everything can now be done by remote control. After all is said and done we are in the high-tech age! We call it the age of mentality! Join us and learn how to navigate our new blessings. www.ageofmentality.com Just, John

Some are very amusing to their followers and those standing by waiting to channel every evil word that comes from their mouths or every untoward action they take and convert them to goodness. Preparers of illusions know nothing about what is secretly happening to them, and we cannot expect them to see, for they have emerged themselves into an untenable dimension of fantasy. This unknown factor is poised to change the entire planet Earth. Faulty Beliefs Some people believe that for success, all that is necessary is for them to make a statement and acquire a large following to promote said statement with buckets of cash. Whether true or false, the number of followers will tip the scales or bend the arc in favor of truth. Yes. This is true. The numbers will count until the time arrives when spirits are tested by events that demand the truth. This is a foregone conclusion! Following Ma'at, grief is likely to occur if one is not in balance with it, Ma'at! They will flail helplessly for recognition, but NOONE will believe them any longer, for they would have defied the mandates of all Gods - THE TRUTH. Their minds will become one with tyrants and dictators, and they will be willing to salvage the entire planet and all humankind for a mere whim, knowing that the process is not that simple, even with the advent of nuclear weapons. Why? It is easy to understand why if you know God has programmed humans in God's nature. Humans have no choice! Will Truth Prevail? Unbelievably God will determine when the Earth no longer exists! Not man, and especially not by one man. The misguided often fool themselves into being fearless, but fear will soon become their worst enemy. If they continue to douse fear upon others, fear will quickly devour them, for they will live out their fears in their minds and believe them to be valid unless they come in balance with Ma'at, Nature, the Earth, the Cosmos, the Universe, and finally God. Now the Planet can Observe Look at them! It is already happening. God has blessed us now with devices so we can observe these things occurring in living color from the comforts of our living rooms. Praise God! Who in their right mind would attempt to overthrow a powerful institution such as the Capitol of The United States of America with a profoundly severe army, let alone a bunch of lonely, rudderless individuals following a small group of senile leaders? Who will be their leader, and who will trust him or her? Even liars do not trust other liars. Guaranteed he or she will strip the pot dry of cash before the first move is made. Power and money attract them to lose all touch with reality. There is NO honor among thieves! That's the nature of the beast - all for me and to hell with all else. They will soon devour themselves, regardless of what occurs. They are known for their "fruits"!