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Monday, July 10, 2017

"Tonight's Word: I Want To Believe" - Heisenberg - 7.10.17

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:08 PM EDT on July 10, 2017



Deep Throat said "trust no one." And that's hard, Scully. Suspecting everyone, everything, it wears you down. You even begin to doubt what you know is the truth. Before, I could only trust myself. Now, I can only trust you...and they've taken you away from me. - Special Agent Fox Mulder

And that brings us to tonight's word: I WANT TO BELIEVE


You know family…..sometimes when I walk through these doors I don't know if I'm walking into Paddy's pub or St. Patrick's Chapel. Kinda like a dad with serious mood swings...which ones coming home? Sometimes it's best just to be prepared for both, just in case. No I'm not saying go to church with a proper pour in your south paw. And vice versa, you may not want to bring the Bible into the pub when people are looking to wind down. Get the balance right. Some days you pick up the pint….And other days you pick up the Bible. Some days are better than others. But at the end of the day, if you only want to be closer to God, or a way out of here...maybe both roads can take your soul there. If that's what you want. Sobeit.

Why did we all come here? Was it the money? Was the thought of a few million smackeroos? Easy money? Damn straight it was. And that was pre Zim right? When dong was King? King dong (I'm sorry). So what brought you here is a pretty simple question with a pretty simple answer. But here's the question I really want to know: what kept you here? What kept you coming back? What kept you from being a sock drawer soldier? What kept you begging to be pump faked over and over and over? Calves are pretty tired aren't they?

It's no secret our numbers of hard core faithful are dwindling. Numbers tuning in are going down. I've brought many people to this investment and gave them numbers for the calls. Gave them website address to dinarchronicles.com. I taught a man to fish. Turns out fishing ain't his bag, baby. He wants to go to Costco and buy it filleted and packaged. But they still keep calling me to ask what's up? Are you freaking kidding me? I'm giving you the gift of eeeezzz money. Billions of dollars and you can't click "add to favorites"? Oy vey, universe. These faccacta goys are driving me mushugina. They have no faith. If they can't see it they don't believe it. What's that saying? A liar won't believe anyone else? Nor sleepwalkers. Too true...too true.

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I'm not sure just what that X factor is for us. Guess that's why they call it X factor. That je ne sais quoi. The chosen one "how the hell are they still here?" crowd. Have these hard core parkour dreamers no homes to go to, for God's sake? It's like someone told me there's a billion dollars worth of diamonds under that that big pile of manure. And that in Kuwait years ago, there was also a pile of cow pies and ended up there really were diamonds under that one. Some made allot of money and it's happening again. No joke? So I guess I'm the guy with both his legs sticking out of a pile of shit feeling around blind for a nice 30 karat. I can picture the guys, "No no it's over there. *cracking up* just a little to the left. *snicker* Getting warmer." Yea yea yea. Jokes been on us a few times. Well played. We wouldn't be here if we couldn't take a joke. But in the end, faith will be rewarded on this train. Not only did we get on that train, we refused to get off. We are the hard-core destined to spend every waking hour following this investment. As for the others? They can't keep it up for three days let alone 3 years before losing interest.

Then Jesus returned to the disciples and found them sleeping. "Were you not able to keep watch with Me for one hour?" He asked Peter. -Matthew 26:40

We here at St. Patrick's want to believe. Maybe that's the X factor. a desire to wonder. A desire to touch the untouchable. A desire to believe. I want to believe. I want to believe that there is a possibility for me to open up my mind and be connected to angels or thought adjusters who can speak directly to me straight from heaven. I want to believe that through enough training and spiritual guidance that I can become Jedi like, mentally chiseled and disciplined in God's ways so that post RV I walk through this land with no doubt in my mind of what I'm here to do. Of what I've been sent to do. Of what I've agreed to do. Of what I was born to do. And how to do it. I want to believe.

I want to believe in the Zim. I want to believe that there's an energy so strong that it will cure all of society's ills. With the simple announcement of 1 800 numbers, it will land like Thors great hammer on this world, vibrating it to its core and to its skies. Every animal plant and fish will feel it instantly. An energy that will turn every frown upside down. Imagine an entire world of smiling shiny happy people. Although I think a few still are going to be unhappy but that's not my department. Zap, "those without projects, don't expect much"? "It will be utter chaos"?I'm not sure why the tethered statement as I'm sure you know more about this process than I will ever know, but according to everyone I'm listening to, I can expect the full force of God's love and nothing less. Steer clear of those pills that make you smaller. I want to believe.

I want to believe in the elders. For believing this, some people try to treat us like children as if we believe in fairytales. Like the elders are some mythical group like the guardians in some Green Lantern comic book. Told to us because they think we can't digest the complexity of the process and need magic to piece it all together. And to that I say "Sod-off, mate." I WANT to believe that there is a Consortium somewhere so above the dirty concepts of war and money and sex and drugs. That all they think about is the whole of humanity, not the few 1%. No matter how dirty or poor or diseased or beyond redemption they appear, to these men and women they are worth fighting for. They are worth giving their lives for. Worth salvation. They are the ones saying, "Take my hand." They are the ones throwing a line to the drowning man. Call me a boy. Call me naïve. Call me a child. But I want to believe.

I want to believe in proper leadership. I want to believe that all the scum and pedophiles and blackmailers false leaders have been cleaned from our houses of leadership. I want to believe that a twittering buffoon is not the highest leader in the land. I want to believe somewhere within these borders, a true leader is strong, stands up straight, is reserved and righteous and stands at the ready to take the wheel. I want to believe that my local leaders have not been corrupted. And that they are not beyond redemption once they sit with us and realize they were not walking the path of the people. A crooked path. And if they can't, there's the back door right there. We tried. I want to believe.



I want to believe that Gods angels were sent here to guide us. To protect us. To teach us. To prepare us. To give us eyes that we may see. To give us ears that we may hear. And a tongue that we may sing a new song. To teach us that G chord. To help us hit that high note. And to prepare us to teach others to play beautiful music. I want to believe.

"Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop
I'll be on that hill with everything I've got
Well, lives on the line where dreams are found and lost
I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost
For wanting things that can only be found
In the darkness on the edge of town
In the darkness on the edge of town" - The Boss


I want to believe that our galactic's brothers and sisters are our friends. Despite the decades of Hollywood brainwashing to the contrary. I want to believe that they can learn from us as we learn from them. I want to believe that my human brothers and sisters will accept them with open arms and a warm handshake. I want to believe that we all can live in peace. Under, on, or off planet, I want to believe.



I want to believe that all who enter the front doors of St. Patrick's Chapel are of good heart. That there are no ulterior motives or deception afoot. That ALL here ARE here for the sole reason to help humanity thrive and strive. The chosen few gathered together under the blood red sky who will go on to change millions of lives one starfish at a time. Are all here under this roof are pure of heart? That one may or may not come true but a boy can dream, can't he papa? I want to believe.

I want to believe that I am not so brainwashed and jaded that wonder is beyond my reach. I want to believe that I will live in joy for the remainder of my years as I have lived in joy till now. I want to believe that everyone who reads these words are living in joy now. Living in joy for the war is over. The war is over and our troops will soon come home.

Postwar reconstruction? Now THAT, I want to believe.

And that's the word

Heisenberg

Ps grammer police? Go bust a jaywalker, copper.

Pss Olive branch accepted, EJ. Shine on you crazy diamond.

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LAND OF HOPE AND DREAMS

Grab your ticket and your suitcase, thunder's rolling down this track
Well, you don't know where you're going now, but you know you won't be back
Well, darling, if you're weary, lay your head upon my chest
We'll take what we can carry, yeah, and we'll leave the rest

Well, big wheels roll through the fields where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams

I will provide for you and I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion now for this part of the ride
Yeah, leave behind your sorrows, let this day be the last
Well, tomorrow there'll be sunshine and all this darkness past

Well, big wheels roll through fields where sunlight streams
Oh, meet me in a land of hope and dreams

Well, this train carries saints and sinners
This train carries losers and winners
This train carries whores and gamblers
This train carries lost souls

I said, this train, dreams will not be thwarted
This train, faith will be rewarded
This train, hear the steel wheels singing
This train, bells of freedom ringing

Yes, this train carries saints and sinners
This train carries losers and winners
This train carries whores and gamblers
This train carries lost souls

I said, this train carries broken-hearted
This train, thieves and sweet souls departed
This train carries fools and kings thrown
This train, all aboard

I said, now this train, dreams will not be thwarted
This train, faith will be rewarded
This train, the steel wheels singing
This train, bells of freedom ringing

Come on this train
People get ready
You don't need no ticket
All you gotta do is
Just get onboard
Onboard this train (this train, now)
People get ready
You don't need no ticket (oh now, no you don't)
You don't need no ticket
You just get onboard (people get ready)
You just thank the Lord (people get ready)
You just thank the Lord (people get ready)
You just thank the Lord (people get ready)
(Come on this train, people get ready)

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