17 minutes ago·

sort of a newbie, every morning; though

David’s been at *this since 1997, or 202o..

how can you help me make a great impression

never has anyone contacted me to help… no foolin’.  #love #help #joy

God made everything beautiful for its own time; He planted

here. #motivation 1 Kings 10:9

for a reason: * God’s work from beginning.



“I don’t understand,” stammers the head of state.
Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course
and club; we ate lobster, caviar and danced and
had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland
full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

The devil looks at
her, smiles, and says,
“Yesterday we campaigned;
Today you voted for us!”


We’re taught from youth the representative form of
government, political leaders dedicate lives protecting in
defending freedom, America the Beautiful, our Constitution,
the quality of life that has traditionally defined the American dream.
‘ve known and attempted to positively educate several Mayors, City Council,
County Judges and Commissioners, State and U.S. Representatives and Senators,
Governors and a man who became The President of the United States of America.

Occasionally I have been successful in shining the light of ethics and integrity into their souls and consciousnesses. More frequently I have been met with a wall of disinterest, hubris, arrogance, lust for power and other negative personality traits.These are the human beings in politics who have sold their souls for huge sums of money from exploitative industries, called ‘political contributions’ and
have become POLITICAL WHORES. THOSE humans who are selling A future of our nation
the collective futures of our children and grandchildren for material gain and personal power.
Let me relate two “War Stories” that will shed light on the sad and tragic situation that is destroying America and Her future because of the blatant commercial prostitution that exists among far two many political leaders:THE GOOD MAN WHO WOULD BECOME A POLITICAL WHORE IN CONGRESSOne evening I received a telephone call from my long-term political adversary, a United States Congressman popularly known as “Timber Charlie”. Over the years I had instilled in him enough of an environmental ethic that
THAT he helped us protect the first Wildernesses in the National Forests of Texas, in spite
of his huge contributions from the timber industry that wished to exploit and destroy these
precious forests.He told me that he was retiring and wanted me to support the State Representative
to take his position in Congress. As this person had a reputation for intelligence coupled with integrity, I readily agreed. I called the candidate and offered my support. He was very kind and happy to receive my help. I was the first to contribute to his candidacy and he agreed to consult with me about any & all environmental issue that might come up in Congress should he be elected so that he could make the right decisions in order to protect American the Beautiful from harm. He even gave me his home phone number so that I could let him know about any environmental problem he should be aware of.Within a month
after his election he had sold his soul to the powerful lumber companies and clear-cutters and worked feverishly help them continue the desecration of our National Forests. He has never called me about
environmental issue since being elected to Congress nor has he answered any of my correspondence and has most terrible voting record as recorded by The League of Conservation Voters.I have told him to his face and in the presence of a large audience of timber beasts, that I was terribly disappointed that he had sold his soul and become a POLITICAL WHORE.THE MAN WHO WOULD BECOME PRESIDENT number of years ago, I was working feverishly to save tiny fragments of our National Forests that had not yet been clear-cut and converted into ‘toilet paper’ plantations.The son of the acting President came to our little town to attract donors to a charity event called a “jailathon”. The President’s son would be locked in a cage located in the local mall, and the community’s elite would be locked up with him and then have to make a contribution in order to be bailed out of the cage.I sensed an opportunity to get word to the President about events that were destructive to the future of America and so with dozens of photos in hand showing the terrible atrocities being committed against our public lands I donated a rather large sum to be incarcerated alone with the man who would later follow in his father’s footsteps.The hubris and arrogance of this person was quite disconcerting but I was determined to become his friend and elicit his help in getting word to his father about the evils of rampant clear-cutting in our National Forests.When I showed him the photos, he showed nothing but contempt and disgust that I had been placed in the cell with him alone and asked that the jailers let me out so that others could come in. As my large charitable contribution was based on being left alone in the cell with our future President, the jailers turned a deaf ear and the man grew more and more agitated as I showed him photo after photo of the death and destruction wrought by the timber beasts bent on destroying our American heritage.Finally, in a controlled rage he told me that the photos could not possibly be of our National Forests and that I was not telling the truth. Furthermore he had no intention of passing the photos on to his father and I might as well leave because I was wasting his time and mine.Tragically, this negative and unconcerned citizen did indeed follow in his father’s footsteps and became President of The United States of America where he is working feverishly to dismantle what few environmental safeguards protect our natural heritage. Was it the huge political contributions coming from the very multi-national industries that are destroying our air, water, forests, mountains, and quality of life that turned this person into a POLITICAL WHORE or was he infected with greed, hubris, arrogance, and insensitivity, even before becoming a politician?If the voting citizens of THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA do not have the fortitude to confront the POLITICAL WHORES who are steering our Ship of State directly toward an iceberg far more destructive than that which sunk the Titanic, then our great nation is doomed.

This patriotic message is brought to you by George H. Russell. While walking down the street one day a female head of state is tragically hit by a truck and dies. Her soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

“Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the lady.

“Well, I’d like to but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,” says the head of state.

“I’m sorry but we have our rules.” And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all her friends and other politicians who had worked with her, everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.

They are having such a good time that, before she realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives her a big hug and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for her.

“Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before she realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

“Well then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity.”

She reflects for a minute, then the head of state answers: “Well, I would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.”

So Saint Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. She sees all her friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to her and lays his arm on her neck.

“I don’t understand,” stammers the head of state. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

The Devil looks at her, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!”
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My children, I am beside you. Draw near in spirit to Me. Shut out the distractions of the world. I am your Life, the very breath of your soul. Learn what it is to shut yourself in the secret place of your being, which is My secret place too. True it is, wait in many a heart, but so few retire into that inner place of the being to commune with Me.

Wherever the soul is, I am. Man has rarely understood this. I am actually at the center of every man’s being, distracted with the things of the sense-life, he finds Me not. Do you realize that I am telling you truths, revealing them,
not repeating old facts.
Meditate on all I say.
Ponder it. Not to
draw your
but absorb 

All down the ages, men have been too eager to say what they thought about My Truth, and so doing, they have grievously erred. Hear Me. Talk to Me. Reflect Me. Do not say what you think about me. My words need none of man’s explanation. I can explain to each heart. Make Me real, leave Me, do My own work.

To lead a soul to Me is one thing, seek to stay with it to interpret
mars the first great act. So would it be with human intercourse.
How much more then, when it is a question of the soul, and Me,
its Maker, and only real Spirit that understands it.

Let go, let God.
The River…
was only
on the scene
hey, can you dig it?


even more frightening than THAT!
David did not achieve any degree, LeeD did.

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December 28, 2020 at 4:56.33PM

hi Lee! Thank You so!
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Just Jesus, my God Would the Holy Spirit have anointed contentious disciples? To Peter, disharmony hinders prayer. He tells husbands: “Live with your wives in an understanding… Do this so nothing will stop your prayers” (I Peter 3:7.) Waiting on God means working through conflicts, forgiving offenses, resolving disputes, resolving disputes, “Always keep yourself united in the Holy Spirit, and bind your-selves together in peace” I do not promise My followers the world’s ease and pleasures. I promise those Joys that the world can neither give nor take away. I promise the heart-rest found in Me alone. It does not mean that all the beauties and pleasures of the world can be renounced, but that they must be enjoyed only after the treasures and Joys of My Kingdom have been learned, appreciated. Love Him.

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