Tag: #Way of the Gallanty Harst

Chapter 5. Heart Break

I had a wonderful life in San Juan. I spent much time with Sister Anna Marie at the Sisters’ house as my mother allowed me to live with the nuns. She taught me Spanish, which I had forgotten long ago. How to be a friend … Continue reading Chapter 5. Heart Break

Chapter 3:  My Trip To Judgment And Back (end)

I took Mr Swedenborg’s right hand and strolled to the Judgement Hall. We walked through an enormous gate. The Judgment Hall was mammoth. I looked around, asking, “Mr Swedenborg, there are many kinds of people in this hall. They dress and look differently. Where are … Continue reading Chapter 3:  My Trip To Judgment And Back (end)

Chapter 3:  My Trip To Judgment And Back (1)

I lived in San Juan, Puerto Rico when I was three. I had moved there shortly before I met Sister Anna Marie and the other nuns across the street. Outside of my life with Sister Anna Marie, nothing significant happened except having mumps and removing … Continue reading Chapter 3:  My Trip To Judgment And Back (1)

Chapter 1:  Bedouin Prophecy

Before my birth, my father and mother worked in Saudi Arabia, employed by ARAMCO. I was born on a waxing moon on November 1, 1949, at 13:57 Apparent Solar Time. The place of my birth was Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. Some months before my conception, my … Continue reading Chapter 1:  Bedouin Prophecy

THE PHOENIX ARISES FROM ITS PYRE (3.2)

Greetings, Exploitation directly results from the evolutionary instinct of hoarding resources for less plentiful seasons multiplied endlessly and grossly out of proportion to survival needs. Biological hoarding transformed into selfishness and greed to feed self-aggrandisement. Not to forget all the human-caused misery over the millennia … Continue reading THE PHOENIX ARISES FROM ITS PYRE (3.2)