Why Did Nero Blame The Christians For The Fires Of Rome?

Clement, the 3^rd bishop of Rome:  who, in 62 A.D., following the Fire of Rome and the subsequent persecutions and massacres of the Christians in Rome by Nero, wrote to one of his former parishes in Corinth.  The Christians of Corinth had sponsored the evangelization of Asia, and the founding of the Churches there. They had also sent Clement and others from Corinth to evangelize and found the Churches of Rome in late 53 A.D., and were active participants with the Roman Church while Peter and Paul were evangelizing Rome from May 55 A.D. until their deaths on June 29, 57 A.D.  Even during these two years, Linus and Anencletus (each while in office serving as Bishop over the Christian synagogues or Christian Churches in Rome)  died in office, both having been ordained by Peter and Paul.  Sometime prior to their deaths, they ordained Clement, possibly March/April 57 A.D.  

Because of the relationship between the two cities, Corinth and Rome, in missions and in the co-founding of both cities Churches by Peter and Paul, when news reached Rome about the huge dissension that had flared up in Corinth, only 5 years from the death of the Apostles, Clement then wrote his letter to the Corinthians, as Irenaeus explains:

           “In the time of this Clement, no small dissention having occurred among

             the brethren at Corinth, the Church in Rome dispatched a most powerful

             letter to the Corinthians, exhorting them to peace, renewing their

             Faith, and declaring the tradition which it had lately received from

           

             The Apostles, proclaiming the One GOD, omnipotent, the Maker of Heaven

             And Earth, the Creator of man, who…set forth the Law, sent forth the

             Prophets, and who has prepared fire for the devil and his angels.

             From this document, whosoever chooses to do so, may learn that He,

             The Father of our LORD Jesus Christ, was preached by the Churches, and

             May also understand the apostolical tradition of the Church,

             since this Epistle is of older date

             than these men who are now propagating Falsehood,

             and who conjure into existence another GOD beyond the Creator

             and Maker of all existing things.”

                                                            (Irenaeus, Against Heresies 3.3.3.)

Irenaeus makes it clear, that Clement did not “Lord” himself over the Corinthians, or any other Church (or group of Churches).  Rather, Clement wrote a powerful letter that simply exhorted the Corinthians to follow that tradition and teaching that they themselves had been handed down from the Apostles (some 11 to 13 years earlier).  

Further, says Irenaeus in that 3.3.3. of Against Heresies, Clement wrote at a time when “there were still many remaining who had received instructions from the Apostles.”  And in fact, there were still those alive who had been eyewitnesses and disciples of Christ, though not among the original 12.  And in 62 A.D., when Clement’s letter to the Corinthians was written, under what conditions was that letter written?  

Let’s look to the historical record, as the Carthaginian and Roman lawyer and Church elder Tertullian would say:

                       “Consult your histories, you will there find that

                         Nero was the first who assailed with the Imperial

                         Sword – the Christian sect – making progress

                          especially then at Rome.”

                                                (Apology, .5)

So what happened “especially then at Rome”, when Nero persecuted the Christian sect?  Recorded in the Annals of Tacitus, a Roman historian of the period, Tacitus writes:

                            “Nero, in order to stifle the rumor –

                                [that he personally ordered Rome set on fire to make

                                     way for his ambitious rebuilding and development

                                     project, which the Senate had recently rejected]

     

    ascribed [the fire] to those people who were

     hated for their [rumored] wicked practices, and

     called by the vulgar [literally, ‘Common’],

     Christians;  these he punished exquisitely.  The

     author of this name was Christ, who in the reign

     of Tiberius was brought to punishment by Pontius

     Pilate, the procurator. 

     For the present, this pernicious superstition w

    was in part suppressed; but it broke out again

    not only over Judea, whence this mischief first

    sprang, but in the city of Rome also, whither

   [they] do run from every quarter and make a noise,

   [of] all the flagrant and shameful enormities.

  At first, therefore, those who were seized

  [allegedly] confessed; afterward a vast multitude

   were detected by them, and were convicted, not so

 much as really guilty of setting the city on fire,

 but as hating all mankind; nay, they made a mock of 

 them as they perished, and destroyed them by putting

 them into the skins of wild beasts, and setting dogs

 on them to tear them to pieces:  some were nailed to

 crosses, and others flamed to death:  they were also

 used in the night-time instead of torches for illumination.

     Nero had offered his own gardens for this spectacle.

 He also gave them Circension Games, and dressed himself

 like the driver of a chariot, sometimes appearing among

 the common people, sometimes in the Circle itself;

 whence a commiseration arose, though the punishments

 were leveled at guilty persons, and such deserved to be

 made the most flagrant examples, as if these people

 were to be destroyed, -- not for the public advantage,

 but to satisfy the barbarous humor of one man.”

                       Tacitus, Annals, Book 15.

In these times which we are now presently in, Christians once again are being persecuted by those in power...not locally in a city having an excess of one million population in antiquity, but certainly growing to a worldwide international experience in ways like those which haven't been seen so severely worldwide everywhere in several centuries, at least.  

In the Roman period, it was common for the uneducated masses to single out those whom they thought the most educated among them, and to follow their lead.  Such was the way Greeks centuries before even this period so reasoned during the Peloponnesian War.  In the case of Ancient Greece, Thucydides tells how Plataea elected two principal men among them and followed their lead to surrender to the Lacedaemonians (the Spartans), only to be destroyed by being delivered into the hands of their “master race” enemies, the “Axis powers” out of Thebes, who had previously sided with the Persians against their own homeland, and the Spartans themselves. (Thucydides, the Peloponnesian War: 2.2-6; 3.52-59).  In our own day, such is the way of the illiterate Muslim terrorist; and in the days of Rome, such was one of the reasons that education was so highly valued among the upper classes.

          In 62 A.D.,when Nero ordered the city of Rome set fire and then falsely blamed the innocent Christians, to which EVERYONE KNEW his allegation to be a lie,  let us remember that Nero is only around 25 years of age, and too immature and wicked for any position of authority, let alone Emperor of the vast Roman Empire.

  Nero as a boy, had admired Festus, the procurator of Judea who succeeded Felix, and had called him friend.  Nero was a raging deviant and vicious homosexual who engaged not only in the most lewd homosexual sex orgies with those near his age, above and below by perhaps 10 years his age, but he was also known to think it sport to throw stones of weights up to 5 and 10 pounds off rooftops onto the heads of random people below and murder them and laugh by himself or with his friends that watching their heads get smashed or explode was "sport", or words to that effect.  He was a wickedness so unique and despised by his own people, words cannot adequately convey through time and space how he was truly both simultaneously hated and feared within the city of Rome, the only location where his power to do any crime was just short absolute (the Senate and certain families having exemption and protection, even from the Caesars)...and only within those borders, within that city, according to their Empire's laws.  

It was Nero, who at the age of 16 or 17, appointed Festus to replace Felix in Judea, now being Emperor in place of Claudius – to which the Senate allowed through egregious error.  It appears that Festus may have been dispatched as early as March 54 A.D.  This is significant in that the change of governors or procurators most always fell upon June 1^st of any given year.  Sailing by ship in the Mediterranean from Alexandria to the Tiber generally took 10 days if the winds were good, slightly longer (perhaps 15 days) by oar.  In effect, in about 17 days or less, the military replacements and their entourage (a legion of soldiers and almost as many civilians of  hired carpenters and others) would have been in Caesarea in Israel, gathering for assembly and inventorying their logistics.  When we see Festus and Felix together with the Apostle Paul in the book of Acts, we know that it is in May of 54 A.D., following Pentecost, and the documented campaign of Festus in the countryside, in which Festus and his Legion tracked down (in full strength) a band of 4,000 Sicarii zealots, and slew them in hand to hand combat, even as the chief captain did not get the events straight, being shut up in Jerusalem, and saying to Paul:

          “Are you not that Egyptian, which before these days made

             an uproar, and led out into the Wilderness 4,000 men

             that were murderers?”  

            (Acts 22:38)

This would have been Nero’s perspective, and the advance report he would have received of Paul by the officer, who with 9 other soldiers escorting Paul --(as 10 Roman soldiers did escort Ignatius to Rome some 52 years later); and who was not present for the events in question, being more likely under Festus’ direct chain of command (i.e., one of the incoming Legion’s officers).

 So what is the real history of the events in Judea, that the officers had not clearly relayed to Nero, invoking his wrath against Paul in A.D. 57 -- and eventually all Christians under his dominion, outside the protection of the Senate in A.D. 62?  Let’s now look to Josephus, who lived during in the period in question, in the land of Israel, and wrote of the events some 30 and 35 years later for Caesar’s libraries.

“Now when Porcius Festus was sent as successor to Felix by Nero,

 the principal of the Jewish inhabitants at Caesarea went up to

 Rome to accuse Felix; and he had certainly been brought to

 Punishment, unless Nero had yielded to the importunate

 Solicitations of his brother Pallas, who was at that time had in

 The greatest honor by him.

      Two of the principal Syrians in Caesarea persuaded Burrhus,

 Who was Nero’s tutor, and secretary for his Greek letters, by

 giving him a great sum of money,
 to disannul that equality of  the Jewish privileges of citizens 

  which they had hitherto enjoyed.

 So Burrhus, by his solicitations, obtained leave of the Emperor,

 That a letter should be written to that purpose.  This letter

 Became the occasion of the following miseries that befell our

 Nation; for when the Jews of Caesarea were informed of the

 Contents of this letter to the Syrians, they were more disorderly

 Than before, [and continued to be] until the war was kindled.”

                   (Josephus, Antiquities of the Jews, 20.8.9)

The Syrians, in the mind of the young emperor, had the greater authority of words.  The reason was that the President of Syria, whom the Romans had appointed, was de facto the Overseer of the Procurators and Kings of the region of the Middle East.  By example, Josephus in Wars of the Jews, 2.12.5-6 cites the example of Ummidius Quadratus (also known as Numidius and Vinidius Quadratus), the President of Syria, in which he orders Cumanus – Procurator of Judea – to Rome because he allowed the escalation of violence between Jews and Samaritans to spiral out of control by his inactions.  This most probably in 48, but no later than 49 A.D.   The fact that Jerusalem on at least 3 holidays a year swelled in population presence to over 3,000,000 people, such as on the Passover (Josephus, Wars of the Jews 2.14.3), apparently was not informed Nero – or he just didn’t care.  In the mind of the Emperor, it was Syria that deserved Rome’s respect as holder of the third greatest city of the Empire, Antioch, to which past and future Roman Emperors and generals did on occasion visit.  
The greatest cities were:   
      1) Rome

      2) Alexandria, Egypt

      3) Antioch of Syria

Further, by their own admission, the Jews of Caesarea lived side by side with the Syrians peacefully after a Grecian culture and lifestyle in a city that their king (Herod) had dedicated to the Caesars.  And Nero, by birth, was L. Domitius Aenobarbus – but by adoption, became Nero Claudius Caesar Drusus Germanicus, the nephew of Claudius through Caesar’s brother.  Claudius married his widowed sister-in-law after a long space, and was poisoned by that sister-in-law turned wife after she had Claudius prefer Nero over his own son Brittanicus. (Antiquities of the Jews, 20.8.1)  Upon becoming emperor, Nero deeply resented it; and so much so, that soon after killed his own mother and wife (his cousin, and legitimate daughter of Claudius), soon became lost in the riches and authority of his power and estate (Antiquities of the Jews 20.8.2. and Wars of the Jews 2.13.1).

Taking all this into account, we can better understand the reaction and misinterpretations that were to come on the part of the Romans.

In 54 A.D., Felix finally caught one of the arch-robbers of the country, whose bands had ravished Israel by night for some 20 years, and his many that were with him, and sent them alive to Rome.  But many thousands Felix had crucified for their crimes.  These were immediately replaced by zealots who robbed and murdered in the daytime, concealing themselves in the Festival Crowds at Jerusalem, and were often men of the upper class.  Their first victim was no less than the Temple’s high priest, Jonathan. (Josephus, Wars of the Jews, 2.13.2-3). 

Then came the false prophets, who prophesied of a change in government away from Rome, and empowerment back to the Jews.  These deluded 4,000 men to go to the wilderness with them, where they would receive a sign from GOD as to how to overthrow the Romans in Jerusalem.  (Wars of the Jews, 2.13.4.).  This is where the first half of the Roman’s statement to Paul in Acts 22:38 comes from.  To which, erroneously, these deluded people who went out in numbers of over 4,000, were confused with being the Sicarii zealots.  And Felix, seizing the moment, sent his troops and slew them by the Jordan.

The second part of the Roman’s statement came from his current understanding of this following history left us by Josephus:

“But there was an Egyptian false prophet that did the Jews

            more mischief than [the false prophets who were slain with

            the 4,000] (did); for he was a cheat, and pretended to be

      a prophet also, and got together 30,000 men that were deluded

      by him;
      these he led round about from the wilderness to the Mount,

      which is called the Mount of Olives,

           and was ready to break into Jerusalem by force from that

      place; and if he could but once conquer the Roman garrison and

      the people, he intended to domineer over them by the assistance

      of those guards of his who were to break into the city with him;

           but Felix prevented his attempt, and met him with his Roman

            soldiers, while all the people assisted him in his attack upon

      [the Egyptian and his 30,000], insomuch, that when it came to a

      battle, the Egyptian ran away with a few others, while the

            greatest part of those that were with him 
     were destroyed or taken alive; 
      but the rest of the multitude were dispersed – every one

      of them to their own homes, and there concealed themselves.”

                 (Josephus, Wars of the Jews, 2.13.5)

This was further compounded by the death of Porcius Festus, soon after his relieving Felix of his 5 year assignment as Roman Procurator of Judea.  It is quite probable that Festus died at the hands of the Sicarii, who were the blame for most all insurrections, gang pillages, and popular discontent with the Roman government in general.  For indeed, Festus did arrive early, and by Josephus’ own historical accounts, though arriving perhaps months before his June 1 taking of office in A.D. 54; Porcius Festus died prior to the following Passover in A.D. 55, at which time Paul would be in Rome, and James the bishop of Jerusalem’s Christians was slain on the Temple Mount by the zealots. Thus, Acts 22:38 is set in May 54 A.D., when Nero is 17, and his hearing of the death of Caesar’s own hand-picked representative, and perhaps honored friend of the family (as it were), not to mention someone he may have had homosexual feelings and desires for (based on his psychological profile), that Festus  the man whom Nero perhaps especially had a crush on was killed by what to Nero was conveyed to him "a bunch of savages" when he was 18, was perhaps confused and mixed with the Christian sect, to which Paul was a leading part of.

          Therefore, we have the most likely scenario of what really happened in the mind of Nero, and perhaps some of the emotional hatred that spurred his savagery against the Christians in particular about a decade later in Rome when by the many tens of thousands he

 "...destroyed them by putting

 them into the skins of wild beasts, and setting dogs

 on them to tear them to pieces:  some were nailed to

 crosses, and others flamed to death:  they were also

 used in the night-time instead of torches for illumination.

...not for the public advantage
 but to satisfy the barbarous humor of one man.”

                           Tacitus, Annals, Book 15.

Reflection: Sunday Sermons with Charles Stanley

Recollections of A Western Deputy: 1894 - Exposed And Lantern Out

July 27, 1894

       On June 2^nd, I finished up serving two weeks as a personal protection guard to Judge Williams after a shootout the U.S. marshal and four other deputy marshals had with the Halder gang, who tried to fulfill their threat in killin’ the Federal Judge over at Capitol City.  Despite my hand to hand brawl with Regis Halder in Judge Williams home in a 28 minute death match in which neither of us for 22 minutes could get the upper hand until I finally began prevailin', the locals there took all the dang credit in the outhouse news journal for the city, but Judge Williams made sure I got the 600 dollars reward and another 1000 besides in savin’ him and his Mrs.  All the furniture in the parlor, the hallway and kitchen was no more...and we went through walls no less than 8 times and put holes in 5 more besides.  Even so, the Judge and his Mrs. were grateful, as calls for help went unheeded at the first cry of 1:32 am in the mornin', perhaps because of the heavy winds outside drownin' them out and knocks at the doors and windows of neighbors also were ignored and unanswered.  It was only because of an old rival -- whom I once fought and never knew he had a condition where his great brute strength came because he had no physical sensation of pain and lived in walking numbness in his 6'7" 320 lb muscular frame -- it was only because of him hat any help came at all, as he and several men of his company were riding by back to the Calvary Post when the Judge was able to direct them to where I was.  But by then, what was left of Regis Halder was in custody and tied secure, and I was in shock passin' out and tryin' to not lose my insides as my body shook uncontrollably from whatever was goin' on, as my left arm cramped tight, a numbness came over my heart, and I went temporarily blind.  

For the rest of that day and the next, I was mostly bed ridden with high fever except for trips to the outhouse, and under Mrs. Williams constant care and on a chicken broth and soup regimen.  I finally was up and about on the third mornin', and took my horse Lightning with me to the Train Station, and went home on the 9:40 am train.  I chose to stay with my horse in the animal car, and swept it out real well on the way back home to help pass the time.  

As soon as I arrived home, my Mrs., hearin’ about the event over the telegraph and takin’ things for granted, bought some new fangled cast iron bath tub and shower outfit, new clothes for the kids and all her relatives, and a whole list of I don't know what, and met me at the Train Station with 9 bill collectors in tow.  I didn’t even get to greet her afore she spoke up and told me to pitchfork over 1,574 dollars.  When I found out what it was for, I said “No!  Give it all back!”  and then she drew down on me, pointin’ a .45 right at my belly and demanded, “Kolica-shista. Give me the damn money, bitte.”

I replied to the wife within hearing of the general public for the first time I can remember in cultured rhetoric, 
“You do know you’re surreptitiously drawing down on and holding up a Federal Officer and committing at least 5 felonies that I can charge you with, do you not?”

To which the small crowd gasped, 
“Deputy B. is speaking like an educated man.  He’s been fooling us all these years with a dumb yokel lingo as an act!”  --    And words to this effect.

The wife almost growled in agreement, saying,  
“He always speaks a clear and concise English and German at home, though his Dutch is sometimes as bad as his yokel.  He only speaks like a moron to keep an upper hand like a card sharp not letting a fool  know he already knows the game forward and backwards, and strings them along like a carrot on a long stick dangled before a horse drawing a cart.”

To which I replied to her, 

“Put up your gun.  The play acting is over.  Here’s the entire amount minus twenty dollars, all in this almost good for nothin' paper money.   You charged for it, you pay them yourself."

I then turned to two of my boys, who accompanied their mother to the station to greet me.

  "Winston, Henry, you take care of your mom and see she comes home safe.  I'm holding you two responsible. "

    

With that I pulled a 4 inch thick stack of bills wrapped in paper and tied with twine from my inner jacket pocket, and gave it to the wife.  

 So with that statement to the boys said, I guided my daughters Hallie and  Charlotte, who were also on hand there with their mother and brothers, to get aboard the buckboard that was waiting for me, and then brought them home  while their mother paid the bill collectors off.  

The girls then happily took me on a tour of some of the things their mother bought, and even got me to stand in a cast iron bathtub and look up as I yanked a chain.  They frightfully scurried off as I got soaking wet from some kind of overhead pan punched through with lots of little holes, and I hollered out their names  followed with a “Damn it” for good measure. Apparently, they were not aware that someone had as yet filled the upper gravity basin full of water.  It was cold, and it went into some cuts under my hair that I didn't know were there until they were hit by the cold water, and this gave me a terrible headache at the time.  

Over the next three weeks, at the back corner of the property, by the Creek, I built a 15 foot deep block house as an explosive workhouse.  I even put up a 2 foot by 4 foot sign in which I wood chiseled and painted that read, "Deputy B.'s Tree and Stump Enterprise", as if it were really something.  The thought of it still to this day makes me want to hang and shake my head in embarrassment.   

I only got to use this building for one experiment.  While working for the Governor on an assignment, a United States Army explosives engineer showed me how to make nitro glycerin from the basic elements, but failed to inform me that besides temperature and motion, there were some other danger signs to be aware of.  I made a batch of  what I reckon was by then about 24 gallons in total at full potency, of which perhaps 8 of these gallons were reduced down into one pint bottles, which I figured to use for blasting stumps and earning an extra income at this if I became proficient enough. I had not yet tested the potency of the nitro, and if I had, I would have realized that 2 ounces to perhaps 4 at most,  rather than 16 were more than enough for most stumps that I would have contended with.

Unfortunately, I noticed that it was a bit humid and hotter in this cellar than I thought.  Water was seeping through the walls, and I realized that I should have made the cellar like Noah's ark, and put a heavy layer of black pitch under the base and up the outside blocks and sealed it tight enough to float.  At some point, I noticed that all of a sudden, a lot of the nitro not only was sweating outside their bottles, dripping wet, but some of them began to smoke.  Fortunately the family was all to the other side of the property, and I mounted Lightning and sunk spur out of there.  A little over a half mile away, I spotted the wife walking towards me with a basket of food, intending us to have a meal together.  I jumped off the horse, and picked her up intending to put her on Lightning and ride out of there.  As soon as I whisked her up, she began struggling and fighting me, and as she did so, the blockhouse blew up.

Folks for more than 20 miles saw and heard that explosion.  Some of the boys from the Confederacy in town reckoned the debris went mostly straight up no less than more than 900 feet in the air.  My sign ended up on one of my brother-in-laws roofs some two and a half miles away, and I figure me and the wife had about three to six inches of dirt sprayed down upon us, but fortunately no rock or wood debris, which mostly went north across the Creek into unoccupied open lands.  

Before the waters of the Creek rushed in, a couple of local engineers who later looked at the damage, figured an original crater more than 90 feet deep on one end, and the other dimensions were 137 feet by near 91 feet 7 inches.  The entire town rushed out by horse, mule, and by foot, and watched in shock as the wife beat and kicked and chased me from one end of the property to the other end and back again, before I made it back to the house and barricaded myself inside.  She demanded I unbar the door, and I yelled through the window for her to go home to her mother.  She snapped back that I was embarrassing her in front of the whole  town and to please let her in.  Having a soft spot of compassion for her, I removed the 6' by 8' by 6' barricade beam and let her in.  Then I made a mistake.  I forgot there was an iron skillet by the front door and I turned by back on her to walk into the kitchen -- in Danish the wife calls the kitchen as the "kjokken" --  where I could sit down at a eating and visiting table with her and let her let me have it.  As soon as my back was turned, she must have been running, because I don't think I walked two steps  toward the kitchen table to her more than 10 and for the next two weeks, it was lantern out.  

To this day, as an exclusive requirement of our reconciliation,  she won't let me near even a stick of dynamite at Beth's general store, nor to have or handle on the property.  If there are any stumps to be blown up, either Winston or Henry, who were both trained in the proper use by Beth and some of the boys from the Sons of the Confederacy would do the job themselves.  

Deputy B. - Retired    June 10, 1902 
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Recollections Not Shared In The Book

Space Portals and the Large Hadron Collider

      The world is living in what the Holy Scriptures of the Bible call "The Last Days".  Ignorant and illiterate globalists and unbelievers who are incapable of sound  in regard to the preternatural realms, give us the same old lie that the Bible does not tell us anything, or that you have to be part of the occult to learn true metaphysics. All occults, when you get to the basic existence of them,  are all about Satanism - Luciferianism - Devil Worship.  It is really THAT simple, that easily broken down and understood.  

      Each occult organization of this world in their own way  are nothing more than backward Devil Worshipers, and the real metaphysical of eternal life-giving power is always ultimately found out to be solely in the same faith and summed up in child like simplicity as that same basic knowledge as possessed of the true Bible believer into Jesus Christ, washed by faith in the blood of the Lamb of GOD at the Cross of Calvary in 30 A.D. in a one time for all time atoning act.  It is a metaphysical ingrained fact in Creation  that even the most powerful demons or fallen angels are hindered and often stopped from being able to overcome the mere spoken name of Jesus Christ when a believer uses that name with faith into Jesus Christ as his or her protection.   Why is that?  Because THAT Name is where the true power of the Universe is. 

      The pre-incarnate Jesus, as Jehovah / YHVeH, whose very NAME you and I breathe in and out and are to know (Lamentations 4:20) by the will and good pleasure of GOD the Father, created this Universe, and to Him alone has all authority in it and over it been granted, even if He gives us space and benevolent time to a designated limit set in Bible Prophecy to screw it up in limited amount on Earth for ourselves. 

      Technology has more and more  been pushed to follow a type of occultic religious sorcery instead of intelligent creativity alone.  Since the 1970s, the United States has engaged in splicing insect genes with human genes, animal genes with insect genes, and doing all sorts of cross-breeding experiments too disgusting to relate here.  The average public citizen has no clue how alien and science fiction horror far too many globalist mad scientists are trying to make into a reality, and succeeding.  

     Horror movies are generally a mental conditioning and desensitization of the mass populace that allows the most horrific experiments to be sniffed at, even if discovered and exposed to exist.  And it does not have to all be biological, this desensitization also involves the break down of the nuclear family, the acceptance of violence and murder and manipulation  of the general population by many means, and often in coordinated but compartmentalized efforts, so that the citizen is overwhelmed and told by the State and various approved authority figures that his oppression and many manipulations are normal, and to accept these intrusions and attacks and manipulations and to NOT fight back or individualize and be in any way victorious in resistance and extracting themselves from being enslaved or oppressed  in any way. 

      So it is no wonder that there is a form of mass disconnect and a hypnotically induced or inserted form of insanity by hundreds of means and ways upon society, so that a hurdling toward nuclear war in reality seems little more than some fictional movie or a dream passing in the night, and this mass hypnosis attention deficit disorder (MHADD) or "mhaddness"  dumbfounds the leadership of a nuclear superpower that has seen us as a nation voluntarily send its own people into a disconnect insanity while provoking a world war of nuclear exchanges and annihilation of hundreds of millions, if not billions, as if seeing themselves as spiritual Luciferians who are as if about to themselves morph magically into some kind of advanced next stage of evolution alien life-forms while on earth, who are now not even human anymore, but some sort of hybrid other kind of species. 

       So for the globalist elites, anyone or anything that holds them back from immortality, even of living 160 or 200 years instead of 60 or 80 or 100, they are as if evil and irrationally the hindrance to their new sought longevity.  It is as if they are fed the lie of being like gods, the same as was stated (in Genesis Chapter 3)  in the Garden of Eden to get Father Adam and Mother Eve to eat the forbidden fruit which stripped them of immortality, because they had already the light of eternal life already given them and by their spiritual death, that flame of eternal life  given by the Creator (the pre-incarnate Jesus and the GOD-spark by which man attains longevity in this body) was extinguished.  Through Jesus, the spiritual flame is re-lit through faith, but the flame of longevity now is only to be after the Resurrection of the Dead unto life, while unbelievers retaining damnation, refusing even the spiritual spark which is the means by which the eternal GOD-spark will be re-given, which is actually a sliver of the eternal fusion of the energy of  GOD Himself, only then will eternal life be attainable in a form by which the body of man achieves a same and greater state as that of the angels of Heaven themselves.  

     Globalists, desiring to merge with machine and even insects, seeking empowerment and believing the lies of the Devil and of themselves, are ever failing to recognize their humanity has never changed, only their mental state has changed while engaging in homosexuality - pedophilia and other occultist ritual practices and gone from from sane to nuts.  Meanwhile, such are now in leadership positions and their insanity and Luciferianism perplexes other world leaders because those in America and the West behave as if trying to live out some comic book fantasy in the real world, and the Media and so many who are supposed to be alert members of society, are themselves entranced and going along with the insanity of those as if in bondage and Satanically possessed, acting as if having given themselves over to hypnotic suggestions and commands of unknown alien hostile master controllers who also could care less about humanity as a whole.      

Meanwhile, since September 10, 2008, the experiments have been conducted at the Large Hadron Collider have entered a new phase of operations.  

This mega-linear collider http://lhc.web.cern.ch/lhc/  will be one of the keys for us to understand and see the Biblical past in present fluxes of known scientific laws of Creation. 

Associated with the Hadron collider is both hope and dread:

http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=the-discovery-machine-hadron-collider

http://www.boston.com/news/science/articles/2008/04/21/will_new_collider_create_black_holes_that_destroy_us_all/

The Large Hadron Collider website describes the nuclear technology electro-magnetic unit as thus:  

https://home.cern/topics/large-hadron-collider

"The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is the world’s largest and most powerful particle accelerator. It first started up on 10 September 2008, and remains the latest addition to CERN’s accelerator complex. The LHC consists of a 27-kilometre ring of superconducting magnets with a number of accelerating structures to boost the energy of the particles along the way.

Inside the accelerator, two high-energy particle beams travel at close to the speed of light before they are made to collide. The beams travel in opposite directions in separate beam pipes – two tubes kept at ultrahigh vacuum. They are guided around the accelerator ring by a strong magnetic field maintained by superconducting electromagnets. The electromagnets are built from coils of special electric cable that operates in a superconducting state, efficiently conducting electricity without resistance or loss of energy. This requires chilling the magnets to ‑271.3°C – a temperature colder than outer space. For this reason, much of the accelerator is connected to a distribution system of liquid helium, which cools the magnets...

Thousands of magnets of different varieties and sizes are used to direct the beams around the accelerator. These include 1232 dipole magnets 15 metres in length which bend the beams, and 392 quadrupole magnets, each 5–7 metres long, which focus the beams. Just prior to collision, another type of magnet is used to "squeeze" the particles closer together to increase the chances of collisions. The particles are so tiny that the task of making them collide is akin to firing two needles 10 kilometres apart with such precision that they meet halfway.

All the controls for the accelerator, its services and technical infrastructure are housed under one roof at the CERN Control Centre. From here, the beams inside the LHC are made to collide at four locations around the accelerator ring, corresponding to the positions of four particle detectors – ATLAS, CMS, ALICE and LHCb."

In Switzerland, since at least 2009, it has been reported that the Large Hadron Collider is being used to experiment in opening inter-dimensional windows, be they time or space portals, to see what is there, what may or may not come through.

 http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/11/06/lhc_dimensional_portals/

Then in December 2015, in Geneva Switzerland, a tourist noted one of the daytime sky reactions while the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) was running in operation.

7 months later, in June 2016, an even stronger night time experiment was conducted, an a more ominous result was achieved.

http://www.wnd.com/2016/07/on-video-see-portal-created-by-hadron-collider/#!

  https://freedomfightertimes.com/end-times/science/cern/cern-portal-end-times-large-hadron-collider-clouds/

In ancient history, there were at least 5 major magnetic polarity shifts in regards to planet Earth, and temporary states of anarchy which disrupted the whole planet.   The worst being the Noachian Flood of 2348 B.C.  This was followed in distant severity in 1961 B.C. with the destruction of Sodom and the creation of the Dead Sea depression; then again in  1551 B.C. and 1511 B.C. coinciding with the Hebrew Exodus,  and finally again in 30 AD.  with the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.  

30 A.D. would be the event of the Cross, where a full moon of blood red light under a clear sky of withdrawn stars and a black sun was observed from noon to 3pm when Jesus hung upon the Cross.

Psalm 81

⁷ Thou calledst in trouble, and I delivered thee; I answered thee in the secret place of thunder….

It appears that according to prophecy, there will by necessity be another and even more power Hadron Collider built in Israel in the coming years, because without being at a portal point, such as the lost location of Jacob's ladder (genesis 28:10-19), the inter-dimensional portal will not achieve the Globalist mad scientists aim...to invade Heaven itself.  


 Prophecy indeed tells us hat eventually, an  inter-dimensional “window on high” opens up (Isaiah 24:18)  but that it will be directly above the southeast section of Megiddo, over part of the Valley of Jezreel.   The inter-dimensional window will be a portal -- like the concept of an inter-dimensional "worm hole" -- that warps instantaneously, the distance between Heaven and Earth. It will indeed likely be called at that time, "Jacob's portal" or "Jacob's ladder" or words to that effect.     And it will probably look like a more intense form of the June 2016 "Awake" night-time experiment at the LHC.  For that to happen, one of the requirements will be to initiate an invasion of Israel or a war in which a 7 year truce is signed that allows for Israel to rebuild its Temple.  In exchange, the main goal for the Globalists will likely be the building of an even more powerful collider in that southeast section of Megiddo in order to open up the portal of Heaven itself and invade it.  Part of the motivation will come because the Enochian Rapture might have by some kind of electronic observation identified that location at that unseen Rapture.  I doubt my writings will mean anything to them prior to those observations.  And since prophecy already makes it a known place and a known event openly, I believe it should be allowable to discuss the actual inter-dimensional portal location within 5,000 to 6,000 feet above the Earth in that location.  Other places of sensitivity Masons and others have already known exist, and errantly seek dominion in such locations in the hope of demonic spirit guides or at least word it to that effect.  

 The Scriptures describe the "in between" / "the inter-dimensional", as though a long winding path or road in the AWPR revealing of Greek of 1 Thessalonians 4:16.

There will eventually be a War of the Heavens (Revelation 12:7-9; Judges 5:19-22) on Day 1291 (cf. Daniel 12:11, 9:27) of the Tribulation Period as we enter into the Great Tribulation Period which will end 1335 days after that (Daniel 12:12).  But in regard to the war in the Heavens as we transition from the Tribulation into the Great Tribulation Period upon the Earth, there will be an inter-dimensional  invasion that will be signaled by Media broadcast of Anti-Christ at the Temple, marching into the Holy of Holies and declaring "Anochi Elohim", where he is then shot in the head, and Satan enters him and his deadly wound miraculously heals.   The invasion in which fallen angels are likely accompanying and assisting humans in an inter-dimensional  air / space war would be launched from nearby locations with perhaps many hundreds of modified fighters of more advanced capabilities than we can dare as yet imagine now, and will be fought primarily upon the roadway in the heavens that leads to Heaven, the tunnel roadway itself being as if a vacuum flowing like a rushing river torrent drawing to a distant outside this Universe location, and that roadway also perhaps like some kind of canyon path having unknown attributes which allow for landing and ambush?  

“Came Kings. They fought. 

Then the Kings in Canaan fought in Taanach [in the Valley of Jezreel],

by the water of Megiddo.

The unjust gain of silver, they took not. 

From the heavens, fought the stars: [the angelic hosts]

from their courses, they fought with Sisera.

The torrential river Kishon swept them away. 

That ancient torrential river, the torrential river Kishon.

Then from the galloping galloping of His mighty stallions

did the horses beat the hooves.

‘Curse Meroz’, said the Angel of YHVeH, ‘Bitterly curse its inhabitants, 

for they did not come to the Divine assistance and help of YHVeH, 

to the help of YHVeH (as to be) among the warriors and mighty men.’”

(Judges 5:18-23 -- translation mine)

It is my understanding that the Earth will have a nuclear war on Day 1290-1291 against the United States of America, and that its 48 state main portion will entirely collapse into the earth and the crust of the Earth will cease there.  Ocean waters will rush upon the lava mantle regions below and create a boiling effect that will rock the planet like pouring water into a hot deep oil fryer, and along with a failed nuclear weapons strike against an asteroid to divert it that will crash in the Mediterranean Sea and be over a quarter mile in diameter, as stated in Isaiah 24:1, the Earth will indeed be more than just "bent, twisted, distorted, and ruined", like the King James translation it appears it will possibly literally be turned upside down as well, by which Planet Earth could be flung so far off its axis that at one point the tip of South America will be where Greenland used to be, and perhaps for days or even weeks  North America will be representative of the South side of the planet.  In the end, however, I think Israel will probably end up on a rotating Earth above 40 to 50 degrees North Latitude once the Earth settles into its post-nuclear war rotation.  The lands which used to be the 48 states of the United States then will have seared shut and been covered by the oceans (Jeremiah 51:42), and the USA as Babylon of the Last Days will sink into oblivion fulfilling the scroll of the words of Jeremiah were bound to a stone and cast beneath the waters of the Euphrates river in Jeremiah  51:63-64.

We already know that every valley will be filled and every mountain (not just in Israel, but over the whole Earth) will be sifted low and every steep place will be leveled flat in Isaiah 40:4.  Yet, the question of how much the Earth shakes and reels to and fro like a hut when the windows on high are opened in that passage of Isaiah 24:16b-18 sees the Earth knocked exactly how far off its axis, and how much closer by hundreds of thousands of miles our annual revolution around the sun will be by comparison to what is now in 2016, will only come to those few who live to see it and have the presence of mind to calculate and know it, rather than just suffer in the heat from it. 

 The signs of the ends are miraculous signs, and apparently, like with the Awake experiment of the Large Hadron Collider, perhaps some of those miraculous signs man himself contributes to bringing about, thinking how great it is to create chaos (as if he can control chaos in Creation, but like grasping at the wind with his fingers, really cannot); and fails to realize it is already prophesied and associated as a sign of great coming destruction.  

Zephaniah 1  (KJV)

¹⁴ The great day of the Lord is near, it is near, and hasteth greatly, even the voice of the day of the Lord: the mighty man shall cry there bitterly.

¹⁵ That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness,

¹⁶ A day of the trumpet and alarm against the fenced cities, and against the high towers.

¹⁷ And I will bring distress upon men, that they shall walk like blind men, because they have sinned against the Lord: and their blood shall be poured out as dust, and their flesh as the dung.

¹⁸ Neither their silver nor their gold shall be able to deliver them in the day of the Lord's wrath; but the whole land shall be devoured by the fire of his jealousy: for he shall make even a speedy riddance of all them that dwell in the land.

Fictional Story: Recollections of a Western Deputy (1871 -1897) - 1892 : Stage Dramatics And A Hotel Fire

Entry of  May 5, 1892

  March 3rd:  
        I reported on this day and hour as ordered to the newest Marshal, Jim Daggett, an old cuss lately retired out of the Texas Rangers as a sergeant there, who was called up by the Governor to fill a slot that (for whatever reason) would not be given me. Marshall Daggett said he heard the Governor say it was somethin' about me bein' too quick to gun down my would be killers dead, rather than trick shootin' them in the hand or arm or somethin'.  


     Eastern notions and pretend books are fine for pretendin', especially when actors and their prostitutes put on a play and badly act out a story, and don't take to bother what happens to anything or anyone else in the path of the bullet once you pull the trigger.  They act of some sort of foolishness as if the bullet stops in mid-flight and never kills or wounds or maims any and all that also might be in the path of that fast movin' hot lead weapon of war. 


  In the real world of gunfights and flyin' bullets, you put the man down fast. And preferably, in a place where you don't have the bullet keep moving through to kill or maim someone you never had a mind nor intent to, nor would in any way wish harm.  In the stage play put on last week by a travelin' troupe, the prostitute actress shot her manager off-stage and it went through him into a Deputy Sheriff in the left side above the waist, and he shot her and three other besides in a hail of 6 rapidly fired bullets in which his fellow deputy sheriff at the other side of the stage was shot near the heart and still let loose and shot all three remainin' stage actors as he was passin' out, staggerin' onto stage center, and dyin' in the dyin' scene.  If it wasn't for all the blood and the smell of the insides spillin' out, it would have been worth the price of 25 cents admission.  Since everyone was dead, I ordered the clerk who took the admissions to pay everybody their money back, but by the time the money was out seconds later, everyone had fled.  I collected mine and went home and gave it back to the wife, since she insisted on me goin' to see if it was decent for bringin' the children.  I told her the show died, and that I got my money back, and then I gave her 25 cent piece back to her.  When she asked what "The Show died" meant, I merely stated that "It's a local problem", meaning it's the Sheriff's problem, not mine, and left it at that.  When she put her hands on her hips, began tapping her right foot and glared with that look for not givin' her gossip, which she loves to hear and share with her relatives and friends and be FIRST,  I figured it was time to tend to the horses again rather than be anything other than a man gabbin' the gossip.  This book is different, it's biography and better outhouse readin' than any newspaper you might take with you, only you're not supposed to use the book the same way you use the newspaper...you keep the book.  


The local newspaper is only as good as what it is used for, and it's cheaper than medicinal paper at the general store...just some of the advertisements need to be avoided, especially when it uses too much ink.    It gives you the itches and the twitches, which ain't good when you are walkin' in a very public place, and parts of your body you never knew could twitch or move this way or that just reach up and surprise you.  I once walked into Fat Kate's to get a beer while the music was playin' a new tune I never heard, and I was announced as having the latest Confederate reconstituted dance direct from the bowels of New York City.  The applause and laughter was so loud and long, even though I uncontrollably jerked and kneed the bar twice and accidentally chicken winged another person's drink into someone else's face, I finished my two beers a month limit right quick and left.  So be careful to not use the ads when there is more ink than the plain part of the newspaper to it.  I had to sit on a pan of moonshine to kill the itch, and near two miles later I stopped runnin' from the pain, and felt like I was gettin' death tired.  At 48, I find that I am no longer a young man at more things than I ever realized would happen afore I was in my 60s or something.  


Gunfights are not much different than glimpses in time, moments of revertin' to what happens to a campaigner in war.  For me, it often is like goin' back in some way to step into another time, almost like I was back in the War for the Southern Confederacy, and know I am there and yet not there, but fightin' somewhars else. Sometimes, the gunfights are a bit overwhelmin', and emotions are pushed down as the mind and vision swirls about a bit.  The best I can describe it, is for those of us who have experienced a 6 pound fragmentary cannon balls impactin' near where you is at.  They bust up in a minimum of 50 parts, make a huge thunder and suck out the air which you instinctively have to blow out your own lungs right quick and count 8,  and you never knows exactly what they'se are about to blow apart or blow the wrong or right way or what.  They are acts of war, and the more bullets fly every which way, the greater the danger for women folk and children and good peaceable men in the way not bein' involved to be be crippled for life or killed by those bullets flyin'.  


Often it is not the noise, or the nuisance of smoke and cinders flyin' about blown by the wind, gettin' in your eyes and doin' tricks with your vision while tryin' to see who is tryin' to kill you that is the problem I have...sometimes it's the smell that comes back with a memory that may really get my attention where the world that is, that just stops, and it is like I see only what once was, where moments in time of minutes to hours can be compressed into just a matter of seconds, with secondary effects that can last for hours if I have a mind to let it.  The smell of thousands of battlefield dead that I was detailed by General Lee himself to help bury.  Pick one up and he breaks in half, or a limb pulls right off and he is alive after all and screamin' in pain,  the smell more than the event, when you smell that a second time and aren't ready or alert for it, THAT can really hit and make you lose focus as to where you are and what is happenin' around you, and can get you and others killed if at a time when every second counts.  This never used to be a problem, but of late, it has been, starting with the case of an Army officer who came to testify and was burned beyond identification.  That smell brought about a host of unpleasant memories of the late great war for the Southern Confederacy, things I had long forgotten, and wish to forever forget when I do so again.  That smell cost me 3 bullets through my clothes afore the murderer ran up to get a closer shot and I let loose with 4 to his sternum, as the doc calls the target center of the chest, and one up his nose as he fell back and it goin' out the back top of his head with pieces of his brain...which smell also wanted to again make me dream with my eyes wide open, but which I would not let do so.  


So unlike like any time in the past when I might have tried to spare a life here or thar', if they are tryin' to kill me and I see 'em, and if I don't know them, and reachin' for or raisin' a gun they ain't defendin' life or property, I drop 'em faster than that unbelievably really fat woman I and two others stuck up on the third floor of Flander's Hotel fell from the third story to the 6 foot deep mud pit in the ground under her hotel window.  Trapped by fire on the stairs from goin' back down, me and her father and her uncle Zeke (the Feed Store Owner) could barely even shove her blubbery stinkin' flesh through a third story double-wide window while savin' her while the rest of her hotel was on fire.   


There we was, pullin' at her as she lay naked in bed, intendin' suicide because she is so fat that she puts a circus baby elephant to shame , and the whole means of escape after near 8 minutes of strugglin' to pull her through the door way and down the stairs by her filthy heels, failed.  Fortunately, we was able to use a couple hatpins off her dresser into her sittin' place, and this upset her enough to get her up as far as the window, naked as the day she was born, and no ladder for us.  We already knew where she was goin', and how we was goin' to get her there. 


  Our new Fire Company loaned their one and only ladder out to a family member out in Butlersville, and we was stuck, smoke chokin' and chunnelin' through black and hot and thick so that we could no longer see one another, even though we was by that time almost nose to nose, and the floor was almost fryin' pan hot!  


  I shoved my face under her armpit, tryin' to get my nose outside for even just a single clean breath of air and got a sharp repulsion as if I just took horseradish up my nose.  With what breath I had left, I staggered back about 8 paces to her doorway, and guessed where she was and did a runnin' tackle.  She went straight down and descended like a shooting star, landed back first in a 5 foot deep mud hole, and her 700 pound plus frame  instantaneously emptied all the water and mud onto over 80 or more of the townsfolk who came to watch or help.  Meanwhile, I too went out the window and because I was able to walk two steps off her back and keep goin', from the third story window I landed more than 18 feet from the building onto the backs of the two horses of the fire wagon, folded in half and landed between them as they bolted and ran the wagon over me, rollin' me several times in the muddy street and draggin' me down it about 65 feet or more, leavin' me unconscious and bed-ridden for days after with lots of bruises, a concussion, but nothin' busted.  The out-pouring of compassion by the town toward me and my family was like nothin' I have ever seen.  Even those few who were not partial to religion paid respects, and politely and quietly joined in prayer.  I guess it must have really been a bad fall and what looked to really be a maulin', even in spite of the deep mud perhaps bein' the big difference that allowed me to be spared from what otherwise would have been,  but I have no recollection.  The doc did cut and drain my head, as it also swoll up so much, he could press his fingers between the plates of bone in the top of my head and feel my brain through the skin, he said.  I would be restricted to a soup then stew diet for the next few weeks, and be confined to walkin' in the house and to the outhouse, get what sunshine I could, and no liftin'.



I found out from copies given me of the town newspaper that two cowboys lassoed blubber woman by her legs and used their horses to drag her to safety up and out of the 6 foot deep mud hole at the side of the burning hotel that was in fact, her father's.  Several years before, I saw her once, she was 6' 2' and then perhaps 190 pounds.  I never knew who or what she was, and in fact, up until that day, she was not known outside her family to even have existed.  What's more, for months, because of her weight gain and hidin' like a hermit,  there was all the creaking that came from the third floor where it was always insisted by the hotel that no one was, because they would only rent the first and second floor and had a locked door on the stairwell to the third.  Even when there was no wind blowing outside,  because of the creaking which could even be heard outside to passersby, with sometimes lights and shadows playin' on one of the supposed to be unoccupied  top floor windows, the hotel was thought to be haunted.  


 The two 16 year old cowboys, who lassoed her naked muddy side show figure, loudly stated at the time in amazement that they didn't see her fall at first, and were sure disappointed that she wasn't a hog when they realized what she was.
One of them then threw a rope up to the window where the woman's father and uncle was, and they scurried down right quick before it was too late, havin' smoke pains and small burns all about.  By seein' the young fat woman,  the town finally got over their spooks about the hotel.   Seeing how incredibly huge she is, so many of the townsfolk realized that it was amazing that all those creaks from the top floor was now something having nothing to do with ghosts, and were amazed that with her obesity she never broke and fell through any of the floors.  



 The new County Sheriff Office just established last month and headquartered in town placed the father under arrest for cruelty.  Some folks obsessed and demanded answers of how could her father afford to feed her? The answer was that her father and his wife, her step-mother who hated her existence,  apparently recooked the scraps and unused portions his guests never wanted, and she apparently ate it all.  


I noticed as I was strugglin' to remove her bloated form from her bed by the ankles, that she used very thick and what must have been 5 gallon ceramic pots as her potty, which the normal members of her would obviously rotate out, dump, and clean and return as needed.  Both her father and step-mother were tried and convicted and are now awaitin' transport to their respective prisons: 3 years for the father (2 removed for tryin' to save her), and 5 years for the step-mother.  The children were awarded custody to their Uncle Zeke until age 21.  




The wife -- mine -- has also gone back to wearing  a two revolver quick draw gun belt and hides a .41 revolver concealed elsewhere on her.  She has even created town scandal by wearin' pants when she goes ridin' and trick rides like a Rodeo Champion. This one is worse than when she went barefoot to town once, and two score or more of the women folk wanted to see us run out of town because they could see the wife's legs some 3 or 4 inches above her ankles.  Anyone that ever bothers to look at any of their bedroom windows gets an eyeful of a whole bunch more than that, and not a one of them is worth a look other than immediately after telling a scary story about witches and then sneakily point them out without most of their clothes on, sometimes involved in mating activity with no shades or curtains as if their own exhibitions.  Jealous, just jealous.  My wife with muddy feet is more attractive at her feet and ankles than they are over their whole bodies with a free side peep show with no admission price to any neighbor just walking or ridin' by just happenstance gazing that direction.  These ugly body women are one sure way to scare a person to just always look down at the road.  Their ugly features unintentionally seen gave me more nightmares than any dozen things I could name about havin' seen or been through in the great war for the Confederacy.  If we ever have another war, just send these body ugly women naked before an enemy army, and they'll either flee or beg for terms instead of inhuman suffering to see THAT.  No wonder their husbands are mostly drunks who never seem to be able to forgive themselves.       


   The wife's gun draw and accuracy now always rivals mine at everything and every  kind of gun we can shoot with at near every distance, and sometimes she seems a mite faster on the draw.  I pity any professional gunslinger that ever dares to face her down, his name will never get over the shame of being bested by a woman.  With me, whenever the wife bests me at anything it don't count, as ever since we got married and  we was pronounced as two being now as one flesh,  she has always been my better half anyway.  And shades of General Robert E. Lee if she don't daily sweetly keep remindin' me of her bein' my better half,  as well.   For her age, she still looks young, and she tells me, that even though I ain't gray like fellas my age usually are, it's more than just my face that could always use improvement...whatever that means.  Must be a Dutch or Danish idiom I missed somewhars. 


Deputy B.