My soul is available to serve those who serve the Universe.

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I am worthless, even hazardous, to the welfare of greedy self-serving employers and governments and I serve this purpose with pride. I am also a negative influence on all activities which are against logic and that are corrosive to peace and harmony on Earth. I am against all illusions, deceptions, unjust manipulations, trickery, etc. In essence, I am for, and I support, logic, kindness, fairness, love and peace.

 

I have seen some of the light all of my life. My family and society tried to convince me that I was dreaming, but I was actually awake and they were unconscious – a far deeper sleep than when dreaming. At the age of about 10, I mentioned that it might be possible to borrow money and invest it to earn a profit…. I was told that this is impossible… If I had ignored that false information and had borrowed money to invest in Gold, stocks, and Real Estate, I would have been a millionaire many times over. But an unconscious and hypnotized family prevented this and influenced me to work and save money in a bank – foolish idea when inflation depletes the value of money faster than interest increases it.

 

Around that same time, I was watching the stock exchange index grow – seems like it was then under 100… I noticed it went up and down – if I had been able to learn about this, and the investment opportunities available in AT&T, General Electric, and other businesses destined to profit, I could have been rich again. But instead, I continued to be educated by unconscious zombies and forced to continue in my schooling to learn more self-defeating behavioral patterns.

 

The light has always been with me – at the age of about 4, I witnessed my mother interpreting symbols in books into words. I was not content to have her do that for me and I then influenced her into teaching me how to perform this interpretation. I did the same with reading the time on clocks. By the time I entered school, I knew all of what they would be teaching me already – except about taking a nap with a group.

 

Institutional education being what it was, they refused to allow me to skip a grade, so I was destined to sit there and wait an entire year while others – that I considered dummies – caught up to my level of understanding. Needles to say, I felt resentment and unrest from the very beginning of school. I remember faking to be ill so I would not have to go suffer with those who were so slow in learning and I would read the Encyclopedias at home – I really wanted to learn at a fast pace.

 

By the time I was in 9th grade, I purposely failed all of my classes, but they squeaked me by with final grades just above failing and I was allowed into High School…I wanted to escape from this slow learning process that taught so much useless trivia designed to program slaves into conformity, but they would not set me free.

 

Finally, in the second year of High School, after countless visits to “the office” I managed to be kicked out of school… I failed all of my first year classes for lack of attendance – I left school as soon as the bus let me out.

 

There I was, with satisfactory grades only through the 8th grade – looking on paper like an uneducated dummy. Age 15 – I got work in a service station pumping gas, taking money and making change correctly. I also quickly learned to repair tires, change oil and do small repair jobs on cars. I was soon trusted to close the service station alone and to take the days money home with me.

 

 Before I was 16, I had helped my older friends change engines in cars. When I was 16, a government program started that provided education for kids like me who retaliated against society. That was great for me since they taught at a pace faster than normal schools. I learned Algebra – although I failed basic math. I learned building construction and brushed up on my English skills. Most of these misbehaving kids were hostile, while my retaliation was not violent at all. We all lived together in some unused Army barracks. This caused me to leave there after only a few months, since living with hostile people is not for me. You see, I refuse to join the ranks of those who act illogically, and this made me an enemy because I was different.

 

At age 17 and 8 months, I joined the Army, where I was guaranteed to get schooling at a faster pace. When I took the GED entrance exam, the test indicated that I had graduated High School and had one year of college… I often wonder what I could have accomplished if the institutions would have set me free to learn at my own pace.

 

While not in classes in the Army, there I was again – being trained to be a follower and to do no thinking on my own. This has never set well with my spirit. To keep myself interested, and to keep from being made into a zombie, I volunteered for every training program that came up. My superiors were happy to send me away to these since they had problems getting me to conform. I might have been the first Army truck driver that was trained to be a Military Policeman. I loved that training – so many challenges and there I learned some of the Chinese martial arts, as well as law – anything to challenge me was great! While learning martial arts, I discovered that I already had some knowledge in this area and used many techniques already… I now know this, and my advanced education, to be a possible indication of a previous existence of some sort, or a connection to a supreme energy with superior knowledge.

 

Being more inquisitive, and seeing realities that others do not perceive causes its problems on this Earth at times. When I was forced to fight to survive as a child growing up in the rough area of a big city, I fought with my feet and elbows and used some techniques not acceptable to society – martial arts that I had not been taught in this life – at least by normal methods evident to me or other beings. I still do not know how I knew these moves, but I have some beliefs about this.

 

I made it through the Army – barely without being court-martialed – and went to work driving trucks in construction. I had an uncanny attraction to the heavy equipment and I watched the operators any time I could. Then, one day the operator was ill and not working. There was a need to move some dirt into a trench in order for the trucks to dump more there. In the Army, I had about 4 hours of experience on some similar machines, so I got permission to do the work with the big machine, which I did well – like I had done it extensively before.

 

Later in my construction experience, I was hauling asphalt to build roads. The operator of the paving machine had quit, and again I got on that machine, one much more complicated and began to operate it proficiently. I remember my boss asking me several times, “Why won’t you tell me where you operated these machines before?” I just laughed and explained that I never have operated them before - it is just easy for me.

 

Since construction is seasonal work in Utah, I did not work during the winter. I had always had an interest in selling, so one winter I took a job in sales – of vacuum cleaners. This was also a “natural” for me and I outsold all others and was soon advanced to assistant office manager and assistant trainer. In later years, selling solar water heaters, I became a full-fledged sales manager.  Still later, in recreational Real Estate sales, I outsold all others and was the assistant sales “closer” – at the request of the other salesmen. When a potential customer was interested, but not convinced totally, they would call me over to get that signature on paper. I received a portion of their commission for doing this. Not bad pay for about 10 minutes talking to someone.

 

To perform the Real Estate sales job, I had to pass a very difficult test, which I easily passed after the required school hours and no more than required. I also had a business with a partner at one time in pest control that required a difficult test – self-study accomplished this. While serving as the sales manager for the solar company, I took some formal classes at a business college with a 3.78 grade point average. I was awarded the first “A” grade ever from a very strict business economics teacher there.

 

After some time in construction, I managed to convince my second stubborn wife to allow me to sell our house and buy one acre of bare farm property outside of the city in a farming community. She moved in with her parents, and I lived in our camp trailer while I proceeded to build a log home on this property – build it, not pay to have it built… I did this without a contractor and I interacted favorably with all building inspectors. An electrical contractor friend provided the documents necessary to fulfill the requirement to have the electrical installed by a licensed electrical contractor – but I actually did all of the wiring and he inspected it. Two three-way light switches is all that I had to call for help with. I did not learn all of this in a few short months of building construction classes as a teen… I just knew it….

 

After the house was built, it was time to start farming and ranching. I quickly learned the art of natural horse training and bartered and traded to obtain 8 horses, 4 cattle of a very special breed, as many as 60 pigs at times, 4 goats, wild turkeys, Canadian geese, chickens, quail and many types of pheasant and other game birds.

 

Within one year, I had formed a local chapter of the Back Country Horsemen of America with a first meeting breaking all records ever set nationwide. I had a trail riding business, attracting customers from as far away as the United Kingdom. I promoted a professional horse trainer from a city 40 miles away and he paid me 50% o0f all of his profits – this trainer also taught for the school system. I published my own newsletter – a physical letter, not one done with e-mail, and the distribution grew to include 3 surrounding states upon the request from people in those states. (Nevada, Wyoming and Idaho) And as icing on my cake, Sony Home Entertainment from Hollywood, CA called me and rented one of my piglets for a commercial that was produced near my farm on a military installation. This was a commercial for one of Sony’s new video games. They paid more to rent it for ½ day than I was selling them for.

 

Now, if a city slicker can move into a farming community and create that kind of action in less than one year, with very little money to work with, just imagine what I can do with some support. All of what I say here is true and there are no exaggerations. In fact, there is much more, but I believe I have pointed out enough. I really did have a customer contact me from the U.K. and she paid for a ½ day ride in our mountains to experience the Old West feeling in America. I picked her up at the Salt Lake Hilton and she had a wonderful time, paying me more than the required fee. She happened to be an oriental lady, which surprised me because of her totally British accent over the telephone when she called from the U.K.

 

Somewhere, I have photos of the pig commercial with Sony, and of this wonderful lady from the U.K. on one of my horses. My entire life was sent into turmoil when my 2nd wife divorced me using lies to the courts and a crafty attorney. She took it all to include my business name – even though she did nothing with that business. I didn’t even come out of that with my personal saddle that was far too big for her use, but I did get my spurs, which were only for decoration because I never use spurs on a horse. I think those spurs are someplace in my storage shed now – being displaced by a crafty third wife now and not able to know where anything is. Third time is the charm – no more marriages for me!

 

I lived in my car for several months after the 2nd divorce, and again after the 3rd divorce, but I have managed to move up to sharing rent now in an apartment. No contracts hold me from relocating and I am willing to go anyplace to improve my life and help to improve the Universe. I have a valid passport if another country is in order. A business Visa could likely be arranged. I would actually function better in the U.S. since my knowledge is U.S. oriented for the most part. The beef cattle I raise are from Great Britain, but I have contacts here in Utah and in Canada to get purebreds of those. I can actually get them for less in Canada, including delivery, than what I pay to buy them here. Price is comparable to Black Angus, but the meat is superior and no chemicals are needed for them to produce like Black Angus with the aid of growth hormones.

 

I had very good success in my farming and ranching adventure, but I never got the opportunity to use all of my “Aces” and I since have gained one more “ACE” that has amazing potential. The horse training and the trail riding business was fun and entertaining, but not profitable enough considering the time and expenses of owning horses. I did much better paying someone else for the use of their horses while leaving the costs of ownership up to them. Only 3 of my 8 horses were old enough and well trained enough to use in my business. I rented or borrowed others when I needed them.

 

I do not wish to die with my music still inside me… I have an amazing concert to perform for the benefit of the Universe and I am still able to perform, hopefully for several years. I need the use of some land, water, and a bit of capital to get started. The business will be self-supporting and very profitable in a short time. I only need a place to sleep and food to eat in addition to the land, water and small starting capital… I will “rough it” in a camper if necessary, or in a barn – whatever. Just treat me fairly and share the profits fairly – that is all I ever ask. While building my log home, I took 3 ½ days off and worked Christmas, New-Years, and did this 7 days a week for 14 months. This log home is not a little log cabin – it is a huge house that leaves millionaires in awe when they walk in. I could build less extravagant dwellings much faster and less extravagance is now my way. I allowed the greed of my second wife to influence me at that time and I have recovered from this now. I still like comfort, but too much luxury is not very comfortable at times.

 

Property taxes are one consideration when building a home – if it is worth less, you pay less taxes and thus have to generate less money for the government to tax to death. When the money flows, the government grows… Hmmmm…. That may be my motto… I said that on this 1st day of August 2008.

Posted August 1st, 2008 by brother