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Manifesto of a Cultural Terrorist by Oscar Wallace

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The Netflix show Messiah has drawn a lot of attention to this document and the pseudo-fictional identity of Oscar Wallace. It’s one of those ‘this is a work of fiction’ moments that really isn’t. I’ll keep digging for it – so far this is what I have found – I will add more as I find more – please add any interesting bits you find in the comments and on Twitter. You will likely find these reflections on Sept 11, 2001, a regulated society, societal responsibility of the individual, and authority in an anarchist society of interest as well.

The Manifesto of a Cultural Terrorist by Oscar Wallace

The squeaky wheel gets the grease, or so it is said. Though, in some cases, the squeaky wheel inspires just enough annoyance and loss of sleep that it brings the victim to an epiphany – an idea that might not otherwise seem worthwhile, rational or possible. It may be that the role of violence and fear in terrorism has been vastly over rated by those who use it. Terrorism, after all, is simply a course of political action where no other means is available. Yes, violence is one means – but not a very good one because as the Buddha said – there is no cure for violence except an act of love – and in our world – acts of love are nearly never adjudicated, legislated, or ordered. So, violence, as we have seen countless times simply begets more violence – and those who have the most power usually have the ability to enact the greatest violence leading to spirals of genocide like we’ve seen burst out in Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, and elsewhere. Make no mistake – these are acts of genocide. The bombing and starving of a million Iraqi children is not ‘peace keeping’. We see that which you worship and we despise it.

There is no such thing as an absence of worshiping. Everybody worships. The atheist worships their life. The deist worships their god. The capitalist worships their power. The masses worship their masters. The only choice we get is what to worship. The most compelling reason for choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship is that anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already – it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. We believe that the sacred cows must be slaughtered.

However, our goal here is not to rationalize violent terrorism. Our goal is to present an alternative: Cultural Terrorism. I am a cultural terrorist and thus far – no one has died because of my acts – nor do I expect anyone to. I certainly hope that no life is lost in the pursuit of a better world.. Cultural Terrorism does not kill people, it simply confuses them and causes them to consider ideas that might not otherwise seem worthwhile, rational or possible.

A terrorist who hijacks an airplane or plants a bomb in a crowded shopping center apparently doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as they achieve their aim. That innocent people are turned into bloody corpses or maimed for life is not a concern. The cultural terrorist is no different. The cultural terrorist, an assassin of the future, an executioner of obscene morality. Cultural terrorism, an attitude, a state of mind – not a set of values to be dogmatically followed. Cultural terrorism is a celebration of the power of the individual to affect the future from the present.

Our aim is to pollute the minds of the public, to sow the seeds of sanity into an insane society. The victims are of all ages – everybody from the cradle to the grave – and we aim to liberate them. Man cannot bear too much reality and as a result of this the cultural terrorist is in the business of providing a reality attack. An over exposure of reality that brings down the curtain- the dirt behind the day dream. No subject is taboo, all must be exposed. No one is sacred. Everybody as well as everything should feel the wrath of the cultural terrorist. The object of cultural terrorism is to exploit situations and people in order to cause a change that no one sees coming. Our aim is to make war upon the concepts and foundations of civilization itself. We will tear into the heart of all that is considered normal but which is truly foul. We are the white blood cells that would painfully destroy bio-toxins even if it destroys our host culture. We are working to erase the conforming instinct. To prevent humanity from ever acting with a lemming’s will.

The cultural terrorist’s weapons are a digital media, film, video, audio cassettes, music, photocopiers, printed words, pictures – any media whatsoever is acceptable as long as it achieves the objective. We are little concerned how much our material appeals to the very lowest of emotions, or how much the material twists and pollutes controlled minds. We believe nothing is impossible, there is no god stopping us, there is no morality compelling us, so we manipulate our environment to its fullest extent. Plagiarism is not only acceptable it is preferred. We believe that you should not be afraid to steal from anyone and that property itself is an affront. Our way is that of the liar and trash receptor. We know that the bigger the lie the better the chance of people believing it but also know that small lies sometimes carry a heavy load. Undercover communication is the enemy of crime not politics.

Elaborate safeguards may be placed at airports to separate would-be terrorists from their weapons. But we, the cultural terrorists are free to distribute our soul confusing information to whom and where we choose. The cultural terrorist is neither benevolent nor evil. Pull the wool over your own eyes in a call to arms. We feel vehemently that an active role of participation should be taken in this struggle by people already interested in this form of warfare. The cultural terrorist is involved in every act of revolutionary suicide while protesting the conditions of an inhuman world. Cultural terrorism is the antidote to this society and our thought-bombs will tear open wounds that may never again heal. Tomorrow belongs to us. Confusion as a weapon. Confusion as the word.

Confusion sparks the need to question. Confusion calling the adrenaline to flow, the blood rush and the life force to sit up and take a break while the soul of present civilization floods. Confusion making us question everything in search of (un)sense. Everything deserves to be probed into. Indulging in whatever subjects we are attracted to. Making our lives more interesting while stripping false meaning from the lives of those surrounding us. No subject holds a taboo. Unrecognizable confusion superimposed on boring reality.

We stand everywhere and nowhere. We wade in cool rivers and do forced marches through waves of dogshit. We provide the tickets for a mindfuck to oblivion … A disjointed, chaotic and rapidly decaying globe is our target. Gladly we take our part in the ejaculation of war in a heedless way. Ours is a wide open mouth sucking the balls of a busty woman. Ours is a wide open gut-wound wrapped around a throbbing shaft of capitalism. Ours is the shitting of the junk food you line up to consume. This stink and defiance of dead unicorns wrapped in bloody blankets protesting too much free candy and not enough mescaline. We face backwards to fuck off from “peer group pressure”. No attempt is made to conform, no attempt to speak explanation or confront truth nor power in the manufactured words that decry consent. Their words and our actions. We fight against those who would control our minds and our bodies, we offer hope to those born into chattel information slavery, and we offer our bodies as the bullets that will destroy your mental infrastructure. In this our weapons are our very lives.

We smash and we run but only to smash and run. We leave the capitalist control systems unable to conduct business and yet uninjured but totally useless. We remain uninjured and leave the looting for those who don’t know any better, stuff is a burden we do not need for fulfillment.


Predictions for 2020

Here are my predictions for 2020 – part fear, part hope, part visionary insight, part ridiculous

1) The economy will soar as Trump pulls out all the stops to give himself a huge re-election claim. 401ks will roar, records will be broken, regulations will be rolled back, hello Roaring 20s!
2) The biggest sector of the economy will be business services from banking to tech analytics. Start ups serving other start ups will be the vunderkind of the investor sector.
3) Andrew Yang will be one of the last Democrats standing but Bernie will get the nomination. His VP will be either Yang, Booker, or Warren.
4) In a surprise move Trump will fire Pence as his VP and take Tulsi Gabbard – the lone Democrat who did not vote to impeach him.
5) I’m predicting a US Presidential Race no one else sees coming Trump/Gabbard vs. Sanders/Yang – though ‘Sander’s Yang’ sounds like something only Bernie’s wife would want to see. Lol.
6) Sorry to say that Trump will win. He will cheat but he may not have to.
7) Trump will be impeached – again.
8) Climate disasters will rock the world.
9) A new form of ‘internet’ will appear – decentralized, non-commercial, free. My guess is that it will be based on radio and mesh-networks.
10) An animal will become a huge pop star
11) The race for Mars will kick off in a big way between China the USA
12) Antitrust against Amazon, Facebook, and Google – Amazon will break itself up by spinning AWS and possibly Prime Video as new companies.
13) Angry white guys will again kill people
14) The US surveillance state will kick into high gear with a sort of social capital system that claims to be free-er than the Chinese version
15) Bitcoin will soar to new highs and become a standard investment holding
16) A new sort of underground economy will start shaking things up.
I’m not going to predict any wars. Reality is stark enough without predicting new wars.


August is a difficult month

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I don’t know why this is, but it does seem that August is always a difficult time for me physically, mentally, and existentially. Knowing this is more than half the battle. I also know that things invariably improve dramatically for me as the year winds down. So, there it is.
At the moment, I am (obviously) figuring some things out. Getting some catharsis and looking at a generalized direction to go with career, life, and more. I’m in a good place to do that. The small ranch I am on is quiet and gives me the space to think, explore, and write. Not to mention, I like waking up and doing the chores.
I usually wake up around dawn, make coffee, then go feed the horses, feed the chickens, water the gardens, and maybe ride around the place on one of the quad wheelers. Not bad for a homeless guy, right? It’s one of those situations that just came up and I happened to be able to say yes to. That’s one of the reasons prefer to keep my options open, because when something like this comes up, I can say yes to it.
Don’t get me wrong, this is very temporary, probably two weeks at the longest and more likely a week or so. I’m just thankful to have it. Especially in August. It’s so funny, most of the truly traumatic experiences of my life have taken place during the 8th month. The universe sometimes seems to stack things up like that.
And so it goes. I’ve got several challenges ahead of me. Personal, professional, and spiritual. On the personal level, I’ve put on some weight since getting to the U.S., I want to shed those pounds. On the professional level, I really want this job in Indonesia and I need to figure out how to make my blogging more than just a hobby, and on the spiritual level, Ramadan starts very soon and I will be taking the Feeding the Spirit journey. The nice part is that I can see how these three goals line up and work together.
So yes, August is a difficult month, but in truth, the only times we ever actually learn anything are when we are suffering. I’m grateful to suffer so that I can learn not to suffer.

other worlds

Long days online

I’m spending way too much time online. I’m really trying to figure out how folks make money on the internet and what I’m finding is that everything is for sale. It all revolves around pagerank, a ranking system that google came up with. The higher the pagerank, the better your chances of making any money. There are people selling everything online:
Want traffic to your site? You can buy 10K unique U.S. visitors for $10
Want links on pageranked sites? You can buy them.
Want comments on your blog? You can pay for them.
Want content? That’s for sale too.
Want site reviews? For sale.
Essentially it all comes down to me asking, what is real on the internet? The answer? Nothing. It’s just like everything else. A big illusion hidden behind a mask that pretends to be real but isn’t. Crazy stuff. Wow.

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Ancient Egyptian Civilization found in Grand Canyon?

Thanks to Lynn for sending these links about ancient Asian civilizations in the Grand Canyon. This truly would change the way we view the world…
The thing with a story like this is that even though we like to think that we really know what is going on, sometimes the improbable proves to be real. We truly never can know anything at all. We don’t even know where in the universe we are as our giant spaceship earth hurtles through space at unthinkable speeds. We’re in the milky way? Where is that? In the Universe? Where is that? Truly, we don’t and can’t know a thing and that is the first step towards spiritual insight.

The latest news of the progress of the explorations or what is now regarded by scientists as not only the oldest archaeological discovery in the United States, but one of the most valuable in the world, which was mentioned some time ago in the Gazette (see photo at left), was brought to the city yesterday by G.E. Kincaid, the explorer who found the great underground citadel of the Grand Canyon during a trip from Green River, Wyoming, down the Colorado, in a wooden boat, to Yuma, several months ago.
According to the story related to the Gazette by Mr. Kincaid, the archaeologists of the Smithsonian Institute, which is financing the expeditions, have made discoveries which almost conclusively prove that the race which inhabited this mysterious cavern, hewn in solid rock by human hands, was of oriental origin, possibly from Egypt, tracing back to Ramses. If their theories are borne out by the translation of the tablets engraved with hieroglyphics, the mystery of the prehistoric peoples of North America, their ancient arts, who they were and whence they came will be solved.
Egypt and the Nile, and Arizona and the Colorado will be linked by a historical chain running back to ages, which staggers the wildest fancy of the fictionist. Under the direction of Professor S.A. Jordan, the Smithsonian Institute is now prosecuting the most thorough explorations, which will be continued until the last link in the chain is forged.
Nearly a mile underground, about 1480 feet below the surface, the long main passage has been delved into, to find another mammoth chamber from which radiates scores of passageways, like the spokes of a wheel. Several hundred rooms have been discovered, reached by passageways running from the main passage, one of them having been explored are 854 feet and another 634 feet. The recent finds include articles, which have never been known as native to this country and doubtless they had their origin in the orient.
War weapons, copper instruments, sharp – edged and hard as steel, indicate the high state of civilization reached by these strange people. So interested have the scientists become that preparations are being made to equip the camp for extensive studies, and the force will be increased to thirty or forty persons.
“Before going further into the cavern, better facilities for lighting will have to be installed, for the darkness is dense and quite impenetrable for the average flashlight. In order to avoid being lost, wires are being strung from the entrance to all passageways leading directly to large chambers. How far this cavern extends no one can guess, but it is now the belief of many that what has already been explored is merely the “barracks”, to use an American term, for the soldiers, and that far into the underworld will be found the main communal dwellings of the families. The perfect ventilation of the cavern, the steady draught that blows through, indicates that it has another outlet to the surface.”
Mr. Kincaid was the first white child born in Idaho and has been an explorer and hunter all his life, thirty years having been in the service of the Smithsonian Institute. Even briefly recounted, his history sounds fabulous, almost grotesque:
“First, I would impress that the cavern is nearly inaccessible. The entrance is 1,486 feet down the sheer canyon wall. It is located on government land and no visitor will be allowed there under penalty of trespass.”
The scientist’s wish to work unmolested, without fear of the archaeological discoveries being disturbed by curio or relic hunters. A trip there would be fruitless, and the visitor would be sent on his way.
“The story of how I found the cavern has been related, but in a paragraph: I was journeying down the Colorado River in a boat, alone, looking for minerals. Some forty two miles up the river from the El Tovar Crystal canyon, I saw on the east wall, stains in the sedimentary formation about 2,000 feet above the river bed. There was no trail to this point, but I finally reached it with great difficulty. Above a shelf, which hid it from view from the river, was the mouth of the cave.”
“There are steps leading from this entrance some thirty yards to what was, at the time the cavern was inhabited, the level of the river. When I saw the chisel marks on the wall inside the entrance, I became interested, securing my gun and went in.”
“During that trip, I went back several hundred feet along the main passage till I came to the crypt in which I discovered the mummies. One of these I stood up and photographed by flashlight. I gathered a number of relics, which I carried down the Colorado to Yuma, from whence I shipped them to Washington with details of the discovery. Following this, the explorations were undertaken.”
“The main passageway is about 12 feet wide, narrowing to nine feet toward the farther end. About 57 feet from the entrance, the first side-passages branch off to the right and left, along which, on both sides, are a number of rooms about the size of ordinary living rooms of today, though some are 30 by 40 feet square. These are entered by oval-shaped doors and are ventilated by round air spaces through the walls into the passages. The walls are about three feet six inches in thickness. The passages are chiseled or hewn as straight as could be laid out by an engineer. The ceilings of many of the rooms converge to a center.”
“The side-passages near the entrance run at a sharp angle from the main hall, but toward the rear, they gradually reach a right angle in direction.”


What am I doing with my life?

Did you ever ask yourself this question? I ask myself all the time. My answer is usually something along the lines of “Not much.”
And I’m okay with that. At the moment, I’m trying to figure out where I can make some money writing online, trying to reform Islam into something that incorporates the truth of many religions and philosophies into one solid package that will probably end up being something quite different from Islam, and yet more like Islam than Islam is. (And more like Christianity than Christianity is, more like Buddhism than Buddhism is, and more satisfying than any of the other religions that just don’t quite cut it out there either.) I’m trying to figure out how I am going to get married to Hanane later this year when I don’t quite measure up to all the requirements that the Moroccan government wants me to fulfill, trying to figure out how to get enough resources so that I can take her somewhere else to get married,and trying to figure out where I should go next and what I should do when I get there.
What am I doing with my life? Not much.
I’m not really interested in being anyone’s corporate slave. I’m not interested in being a soldier of fortune. I’m not interested in volunteering for some organization that I don’t ideologically agree with.
I’m not interested in getting a flat screen TV. I’m not interested in having a big SUV. I’m not interested in most of the things my society and culture seem to be telling me are important.
I’m not doing much with my life.
I’m working on a book about a different way to travel. I’m studying four different books on spiritual traditions. I’m coming to terms with some uncomfortable truths about my parents and grandparents. I’m learning who I am more and more each day.
Don’t get me wrong. If a corporate job fits with me going to Morocco, marrying my love, and starting our life together. Not only will I accept it, I’ll jump through all the hoops necessary to apply for it. But I’m just not particularly interested in a job for the sake of a job. I’m not interested in telling someone they are right when they are wrong. I’m not into pretending someone knows the best way to do something when they obviously don’t.
What am I doing with my life? Not much.
What about you? What are you doing with your life? Care to share?
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Change comes from within

As you have no doubt noticed, there are a few changes going on here at
Not only is the website redesigned, but there is some content shuffling going on too. Since the Scary Arab Clowns have decided to go out on their own, I am not going to fight it. To tell the truth, I felt like they were perhaps too negative at times to mesh well with what I would like this website to be. I’ve no hard feelings about it, despite their sort of nasty send off, so if you want to follow them, I have placed a feed link on the right sidebar to show what they are up to.
Also in the right sidebar is a link to my new favorite economics site, so if you want to get the latest economic bad advice, you can follow it from here or there.
As to this site. I am going to focus solely on the philosophical/spiritual and my travels since I feel that the two are very intertwined. There will be less news and economics (for those you can go to or though from time to time I may find something that fits with what I want to really be about. Personal growth, spirituality, and living life to its fullest.
I hope that all of you will continue to participate. I still encourage anyone who would like to write a guest blog about life, travel, or growth to do so. Just let me know.
Peace upon you all.

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Let light be there.

There has been some terrible confusion. Someone mixed up the words of the Almighty.
He didn’t say Let there be light, it wasn’t the creation. It was a command. Let light be there. Allow the light. This is all we have to do. Allow the light.
I read an interesting essay today that pointed out that darkness is actually not anything at all. It is simply the absence of light. In actuality, it is nearly impossible to have a complete absence of light. So darkness is no thing at all. An imaginary construct in our minds. No thing. Nothing. Nothing is real. Everything is allowed. The words of Hassan i Sabbah.
Allow there to be light. Let light be there.

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Uighurs, Communists, Muslims, Americans, and Starbucks Incognito

At the risk of stepping on the Scary Arab’s nose for news, I want to point out a few exceptional things I’ve been reading on the web. First of all, this article from Eric Walberg at Dissident Voice sheds a little light on the Uighurs, China’s ethnic Muslim population. Kashgar, doesn’t that sound like the most exotic place on earth?

Like the Kurds, they have no official state, only a hollow autonomous region, along with large diaspora communities in Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan and the West. They number 8-10 million worldwide. There are Uighur neighbourhoods in Beijing and Shanghai. Their history is the story of an obscure nomadic tribe from the Altai Mountains rising to challenge the Chinese empire, founding their own in the 8th century, which stretched from the Caspian Sea to Manchuria. Because of their strategic location on the Silk Road, they thrived on trade. They came under Han sovereignty only in the 17th century, but after numerous revolts expelled Qing officials in 1864 and founded an independent Kashgaria kingdom, recognised by the Ottoman Empire, Russia and Great Britain, which even had a mission in the capital, Kashgar. As usual British support depended on its imperial schemes and when the Chinese attacked in 1876, fearing Tsarist expansion, Great Britain supported the Manchu invasion forces. The Brits (excuse me, the Manchus) “won” and East Turkestan became Xinjiang.

Walberg’s article not only sheds light on a people that are currently being repressed and assimilated by the Chinese, but also offers some interesting insights into another Muslim area that is being colonialized, Afghanistan.
Walberg is an interesting guy with a lot to say, to check out more, I recommend a visit to his website at
Another favorite site for me is We Make Money Not Art
, a site that always has something fascinating to offer, for example this photjournal exhibition:

In 2007 and 2008, Belgian freelance photographer Nick Hannes traveled across the former Soviet Union by bus and train in search of remnants of the region’s Communist past and signs of recent social transition and evolutions. He visited Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Russia, Moldavia, the Ukraine, Byelorussia, Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia and brought back images that bear a lot of nostalgia for the past, a capitalism that might have spread a bit too fast in some cases, a few vodka and blondes clichés we’ll never get tired of, some amazingly beautiful landscapes and a time that seems to pass at varying speeds.

Looking at the news this morning, I’m incredibly saddened to see that 8 people were killed in a pair of bombs in Jakarta, Indonesia. I have friends there and pray they are alright.

Bombs ripped through two luxury hotels in the heart of Indonesia’s capital on Friday, killing eight people and wounding dozens in an attack the president said would damage confidence in Southeast Asia’s biggest economy.
Suicide bombers struck the JW Marriott hotel and close-by Ritz-Carlton, both popular with visiting international businessmen and boasting some of the tightest security in Jakarta, as guests sat down for breakfast power meetings.

Islam is such a beautiful religion and then you get insane fundamentalist assholes like the guys who did this and they twist it and pervert it into something that is ugly and abhorrent. Terrorists are not Muslims, no matter what they call themselves. Muslims take care of orphans and widows, feed the poor, and house the homeless. Many of you are Muslims and don’t even know it. If you believe in one inexplicable God, accept that you must submit to that God’s will, and are a human with compassion, then you are a Muslim. These guys, the bombers I mean, they think they understand God completely, they have no compassion, they are insane, not Muslim.
I can’t stop thinking about working with orphans in Morocco or elsewhere. Ideology will certainly be an issue. I wish I were more connected with people who share my faith, this Islam that isn’t practiced by people who claim to be Islamic. I know there is plenty of work to be done in the United States as well as other countries, this country is a mess and it’s citizens are in denial.

By the end of 2009, more than a million U.S children will be homeless because of the recession, foreclosure crisis and skyrocketing unemployment rate.

Denial though, is a great American pass time, check out this astounding survey:

About three out of five Americans believe there will be widespread swine flu cases this fall or winter, but most are not worried it will strike them or their family, according to a survey released Thursday.

Swine flu is definitely something to get worried about. The 1918 flu pandemic sat for the summer and caused little damage and then when the winter came, it woke up and wiped out those who thought it was no big deal.

The World Health Organization (WHO) said on Thursday that the H1N1 flu pandemic was the fastest-moving pandemic ever and that it was now pointless to count every case.
The United Nations agency, which declared an influenza pandemic on June 11, revised its requirements so that national health authorities need only report clusters of severe cases or deaths caused by the new virus or unusual clinical patterns.
“The 2009 influenza pandemic has spread internationally with unprecedented speed. In past pandemics, influenza viruses have needed more than six months to spread as widely as the new H1N1 virus has spread in less than six weeks,” it said in a statement on the new strain, commonly known as swine flu.

Finally, a story that disturbs me quite a bit. Now that Starbucks has all but wiped out the independent neighborhood coffee shop, they are going to start setting up fake independent neighborhood coffee shops. Think you are supporting a local mom and pop shop? Think again…

The Seattle-based gourmet coffee chain said it is changing the name of one of its existing stores in its hometown to a name that reflects the neighborhood location. The store will be called 15th Avenue Coffee and Tea. It will open next week and will serve coffee and tea as well as wine and beer.
The company said it will then open two more Seattle-area stores without the Starbucks name in locations that aren’t currently Starbucks stores.


Liminal Existensis

I feel as if I am on the verge of something immense. At the moment I am in a very in between space physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
This will sound crazy to some of you and to others it will not. The Source has revealed itself to me. Call the Source what you will, God, Allah, Jehovah, or ten thousand other names. The bottom line is that I understand what it does and how the universe is set up.
Sadly this doesn’t grant me the ability to do miracles or magic. No special powers come with the knowledge. It doesn’t make me bulletproof or get rid of the necessities of eating, sleeping, or the other needs we humans share.
THE TRUTH has been revealed to me. I’m just not entirely sure what to do with it. The most incredible thing about it is that no matter your religion or belief system, you will be able to accept this. It’s one of those things that you never know but when you learn it you go ‘a-ha’ and it seems as if you have known it for all of your life.
Why me? Not because I am a saint or a prophet, that is for certain. I’m simply a man who has been asking these questions and sorting the data for as long as I can remember. I’ve not discarded any of the pieces because I found that some of the pieces were flawed or broken. It’s as if I’ve been buying thousands of used jigsaw puzzles at thrift stores and throwing all the pieces into a bin. Suddenly, the right pieces were all there to create a completed puzzle that no one really thought was possible.
I’ve seen it. It’s obvious. I’m just not real sure what to do with it now.
As a human, I’ve still got to figure out how to take care of my human needs. I still need to figure out how to return to my sweet Hanane with enough resources to begin our life together. I still need to figure out how I am going to provide for our family. I still need to figure out what I am supposed to do with this revelation that I’ve been blessed with.
It’s not enough to share it with my thousand friends or even with the 15,000 who have bought and read my books. Certainly there are aspects of this truth in all of my work, but the complete picture has not been shared yet. I want to share it, but I feel that I am supposed to share it in a way that provides me with the resources I need to begin a massive humanitarian project.
It is this project that consumes me now. It is a way to fix things that have been broken for far too long. I can tell you that the beginning is to create a home for orphaned children in Sefrou where they will receive food, shelter, education, and love. Look at these two boys, both of them homeless orphans, who scrabble for a daily existence and you will see that I am right.

These two boys spent the day hiking and hanging out with Hanane and me several months ago. They are boys with amazing potential who will most likely be sidetracked by their lack of guidance into miserable and horrid lives. These are only two orphans out of hundreds. And then there are the unwanted, the abused, the unloved, and the lost as well.
I don’t know why I am posting all of this. There is only so much I can reveal at the moment. I know that most of you are far too busy or overly committed to help with anything like this, or probably even to read what must appear to be nonsense.
I only know that it is the will of the source that I do so. Our cultures and societies have been derailed from the source and now it is time that we start to return to it. These are the bumps we are feeling. These are the wounds, wars, stress, diseases, and traumas.
I wonder if any of you can feel it as you read this. Do you feel that inner compass telling you that this is it?
Are you going to listen to it?