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‘Hidden in the Shadows’

“The First Portrait and First Statue of Two Philly Heroic Black Icons”

‘Abele and Catto, Philly’s Finest’

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/out-from-the-shadows/

Who Designed the Philadelphia Museum of Art?

Julian Abele!”

The first portrait of an African-American to be displayed on the campus of Duke University!

According to History, Many  Reliable Sources, Wikipedia Journals, and Me… “Julian Abele (April 30, 1881 – April 23, 1950), Philadelphia’s own, was a prominent African-American architect, and chief designer in the offices of Horace Trumbauer. He contributed to the design of more than 400 buildings, including Harvard University’s Widener Memorial Library (1915), Monmouth University’s Shadow Lawn Mansion (1927), the Central Branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia (1927), and the Philadelphia Museum of Art (1914-28); and was the primary designer for the campus of Duke University (1924-54). Abele’s contributions to the Trumbauer firm were great, but the only building for which he claimed authorship during Trumbauer’s lifetime was the Duke University Chapel.”

…Another Best Kept Secret From The American and World Public. Now and Forever More…

“Out From The Shadows”

The first African-American graduate of the University of Pennsylvania Architecture Department!

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‘A Statue Of A Black Man Has Been Erected And Placed On The Apron Of Philadelphia’s City Hall!’

‘The First African American In Philadelphia To Have A Statue Erected In His Honor’ is:

“Octavius Valentine Catto!”

In light of the many statues that have come to pass… the removal of honors bestowed upon slaveholders/owners across these United States, has brought to play major controversy in the aftermath and ongoing association/practice of racism and bigotry.

Here in Philadelphia, a major proponent of separation between the races and hater of Black and Brown folk in this town was one ‘Frank Rizzo.’ He was the racist police commissioner and mayor back in the day who held a firm hatred for Black progression while entertaining a massive hatred for the local “Black Panther Party” as well as the “MOVE” organization. The removal of his statue which stands out in front of the ‘Municipal Services Building’ on JFK Blvd, across the street from City Hall raises the ire of many white folk in Philly. The erection of a Black Fist and Afro Hair Pick next to the despised monument, simply does not do justice for the representation of Black Folk in this city or any type of unification amongst the citizens of Philadelphia – The erection of the ‘Catto Statue’ does.

The name “Catto” was infamously dreaded and feared back in the day. If you were a kid attending school within the Philadelphia School System, you knew Catto as the bad school for boys; the other two (now defunct schools) were “Carmen” for girls, and “Daniel Boone” for boys.

We, who were ‘Black School Children,’ should have known exactly who this great man was. His name was known only for something negative contrary to something, of course, positive.

The name was successfully defamed and removed from the memory of all who knew him and his uplifting work. The ones who were placed in control, in charge…the ones who were entrusted with the power of educating and/or de-educating poor Black and Brown children throughout the school system. The meeting rooms were known to have echoed with loud and sinister laughter in the old school district headquarters located at 21st street and Benjamin Franklin Parkway. It was they who orchestrated the defamation of Catto’s name and legacy.

We as people of color…all people, parents, and grandparents should feel and realize the importance of not forgetting the history of the first, real, and huge honor bestowed upon “Octavius Valentine Catto,” by The city of Philadelphia, PA!

The intellectual, a.k.a., Brother Catto, circa 1959, had his name placed upon a school where academics had no meaning. Catto was a school that nobody wanted to attend. Like the defunct ‘Daniel Boone’ and ‘Carmen’ disciplinary schools, the school was only known for the day-time corralling of bullies, criminals in training, and juvenile delinquents. Many times when these classified individuals would turn up missing from the traditional hallways and locker rooms, it was believed that they has been shipped or transferred to one of those three schools – especially the one on South Street, “Catto!”

Brother Catto was shot and killed in broad day-light during his attempts at getting out the “Black Vote.” He was actively participating in getting Black Folk to the polls safely. Black Voters were openly threatened with violence and worse by white rioters and hoodlums who supported white supremacy and white domination for simply thinking about voting.

Despite many witnesses, he was killed by a white man who was, of course, acquitted of his murder. Another killer, a key witness for the defense was also charged with the killing of a Black Man on that very day and was acquitted previously.

The son of slaves, Catto was an intellectual who was educated by an intellect…his educated Father! He also studied the literary classics, advanced mathematics, and languages while being taught by the Quaker and Presbyterian Scholars and several other educated persons in the Free-Thinking Community.

Someone asked if Blacks could possibly be intellectual…especially descendants of ignorant slaves.

Catto certainly proved his mind more than worthy and most probably exceeding the mental prowess of those who declared or considered themselves to be superior to any race of a non-white society.

These superior thinking beings doubted themselves and entertained fear at the thought…the dangerous possibility of many persons like Catto being in existence. Could it be possible that many more of these people walked amongst them? What would happen it these Black intelligent minds were all capable of mastering intellectual thought? Could there be legions of Young Black African Americans with academic abilities waiting to teach other Young Black African Americans?

One question could be asked…was Catto murdered because he dared to teach? Was he killed for daring to be politically incorrect for believing himself to be capable of mastering intellectual thought and passing it along to other Blacks? Was his gift contagious? Could it be that he was killed for also having his students routinely recite and debate in open public forums and squares, displaying their competent abilities and awareness? …I wonder.

Octavius Valentine Catto was well known. He was, by the white power entity, considered an “enemy of the state.” He was considered to be guilty of continually striving to free the minds of Young Black People.

He was vehemently despised by the Philadelphia Black Democratic Party of the particular era, while being politely tolerated by the progressive anti-slavery wing of the Republican Party.

I can honestly say that I am in total agreement with Brother ‘Jim Scott’ of SCOOP USA, on the unveiling of ‘The Octavius Valentine Catto Statue’ which now sits upon the apron of Philadelphia’s City Hall Courtyard as a great moment in the history of ‘Philly!’

If anyone deserves to be commemorated in chiseled stone – it’s Brother Catto!

The name of Dr. Catto should be remembered by People of Color – All People and recognized alongside Dr. King and many other Black American Heroes… However, it wasn’t, was it? We can ask why, but we all know the answer to that question…don’t we?

 

Til Next Time…

‘G’

~ “Sankofa” the “Maafa” ~

 

 

Acknowledgments and References:

Julian Abele_5.9.13

The Five Major African Initiation Rites

Prof. Manu Ampim

Cynthia Merrill Artis

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‘Julian Francis Abele’

http://blackhistory.com/content/289955/julian-francis-abele

Posted By: Barbara Robinson
Friday, February 5th 2016 at 9:33AM

In Conjunction with the missing Posting By Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. On Julian Abele_5.9.13

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(Missing Posting on Julian Abele By Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.)

The Philadelphia Art Museum’s Architect: Horace Trumbauer and Julian Abele

As Presented By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

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Background:

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Julian F. Abele

Julian Abele, photograph.jpg

Julian Abele (photo Duke University Archives)

Born Julian Francis Abele[1]

April 30, 1881

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania USA

Died April 23, 1950 (aged 68)

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania USA

NationalityU SA

Alma mater Cheyney University (1896)

Pennsylvania Museum School of Industrial Art (PMSIA) (1898)

University of Pennsylvania, Department of Architecture (B.A., Architecture, 1902)

Occupation architect

Notable work Duke University Campus

Duke University Chapel

Cameron Indoor Stadium

Allen Administrative Building (completed after his death)

Spouse(s) Marguerite Bulle (m.1925)

Children Julian Abele, Jr. (architect)

Marguerite Marie Abele

Nadia Boulanger Abele

Parent(s) Charles Abele

Mary Adelaide Jones Abele

Relatives Absalom Jones (Episcopalian minister)

Julian Abele Cook Jr. (judge)

Julian Abele Cook (architect)

Julian Francis Abele (April 30, 1881 – April 23, 1950) was a prominent African-American architect, and chief designer in the offices of Horace Trumbauer. He contributed to the design of more than 400 buildings, including the Widener Memorial Library at Harvard University (1912–15), the Central Branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia (1918–27), and the Philadelphia Museum of Art (1914–28). He was the primary designer of the west campus of Duke University (1924–54). Abele’s contributions to the Trumbauer firm were great, but the only building for which he claimed authorship during Trumbauer’s lifetime was the Duke University Chapel; after Trumbauer’s death, he was more open in claiming credit for his work, which included the original architectural drawings for Cameron Indoor Stadium.

Julian Abele was born in Philadelphia into a prominent family. His maternal grandfather was Robert Jones, who in the late 18th century founded the city’s Lombard Street Central Presbyterian Church. He was also related to Absalom Jones, who established the African Episcopal Church of St. Thomas in 1794, the first black church in Philadelphia. His nephew, Julian Abele Cook, worked as the Building Coordinator for Howard University, and Abele’s son, Julian Francis Abele, Jr. was an architectural engineer.

Abele’s temperament and his life defy easy characterization. He was a dedicated francophile, and his wife was French. A devotee of the Philadelphia Orchestra as well as of the University of Pennsylvania football team, he was reserved and always immaculately dressed. One friend noted that even on vacations at the beach he always wore his suit to the boardwalk.

Abele worked in many media: watercolor, lithography, etching and pencil,, while also working wood, iron, gold and silver.. He designed and constructed all his own furniture; even doing the petit point himself… While he knew many historic styles, he seemed to love Louis XIV French most of all..

Education:

Presentation drawing (1918) for the Free Library of Philadelphia. Although unsigned, this appears to be drawn by Abele.

Abele attended the Quaker-run Institute for Colored Youth, which later became Cheyney University, where he excelled in mathematics and was chosen to deliver the commencement address. In 1898, he completed a two-year architectural drawing course at the Pennsylvania Museum School of Industrial Art (PMSIA).

He was the first black student admitted to the Department of Architecture at the University of Pennsylvania. This achievement was all the more noteworthy for the restrictions blacks faced at the university, including not being able to live in dormitories or dine in the school’s cafeteria. On projects assigned to pairs of students, he partnered with Louis Magaziner, the only Jewish student in the department, who also faced discrimination. This was the beginning of a lifelong friendship between the two.

He won a 1901 student competition to design a Beaux Arts pedestrian gateway. His submission was in the form of an exedra – a curved bench flanked by piers, but with steps passing through its center. This became his first commission when it was built on the campus of Haverford College. The Edward B. Conklin Memorial Gate stands at the Railroad Avenue entrance to the college. He was widely respected among his peers, earning the nickname “Willing and Able”, and also won student awards for his designs for a post office and a museum of botany, and he was elected as the president of the university’s Architectural Society.

He became the University of Pennsylvania architecture department’s first black graduate in 1902. He worked part-time for a local architect and attend evening classes at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. Under the financial sponsorship of Philadelphia architect Horace Trumbauer, he traveled through France and Italy, an experience that was to influence his design work throughout his life.

École des Beaux-Arts:

Between 1903 and his hiring by Horace Trumbauer in 1906, Abele traveled throughout Europe. His descendants contend that he studied at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris during his stay. But Sandra L. Tatman, co-author of The Biographical Dictionary of Philadelphia Architects, 1700-1930, could find no record of his having been enrolled at the École. She allows that he may have been permitted to informally sit in on the school’s atelier. She also notes that Abele listed travel to France, Italy, England, Germany, Switzerland, and Spain on his membership application to the American Institute of Architects (AIA), but not study at the École des Beaux-Arts.

Career:

PMA T-Square Club Catalogue 1916 p.15.jpg

Immediately after his graduation from Penn in 1902, Abele traveled west to Spokane, Washington, where he designed a house for his sister, Elizabeth Abele Cook, before returning east. In 1906, Abele joined the Trumbauer firm as assistant to chief designer Frank Seeburger. When Seeburger left the firm in 1909, Abele advanced to chief designer. Abele’s stature within the firm was no secret; he was the second-highest paid employee. He was an architect.

Art historian David B. Brownlee studied the 14-year effort to design and build the Philadelphia Museum of Art, 1914-28. He credits Trumbauer architect Howell Lewis Shay with the building’s plan and massing, but notes that the final perspective drawings are in Abele’s distinctive hand. Design of the exterior terracing, including the front steps celebrated in the 1976 film Rocky, is credited to Abele.

Following Trumbauer’s death in 1938, the firm continued until 1950 under the name “Office of Horace Trumbauer,” co-headed by Abele and William O. Frank. Commissions were hard to come by during The Depression and World War II, but the firm completed Duke Indoor Stadium at Duke University in 1940, which was renamed Cameron Indoor Stadium in 1972, and later made additions to Duke’s Library (1948) and designed Duke’s Allen Administrative Building (1954).

When Abele joined the American Institute of Architects in 1942, Philadelphia Museum of Art director Fiske Kimball called him “one of the most sensitive designers in America”. Smithsonian Magazine described him, in a career retrospective, as “probably the most accomplished [Black Architect] of his era.”

Despite being the primary designer of Duke University, Abele was refused accommodations at a Durham hotel during a visit to campus. Although it was not until 1988 that a portrait of him was displayed at the University, the main quad at Duke University is now officially named Abele Quad with a dedication plaque prominently placed at the busiest spot on campus.

Family:

In 1925, at the age of 44, he married Marguerite Bulle, a French pianist 20 years his junior. They had three children: Julian Abele, Jr., Marguerite Marie Abele (died young), and Nadia Boulanger Abele. Marguerite left him in 1936, to become the common-law wife of opera singer Jozep Kowalewski, with whom she had three additional children. Because Abele never took action to divorce his wife, the Kowalewski children shared in his estate.

He died from a heart attack in 1950, in Philadelphia.

Legacy:

The Allen Administration Building at Duke University, which he designed, was completed after his death in 1950.

In 1988 Duke University honored Abele with his portrait that is displayed in the main lobby of the Allen Building. It was the first portrait of an African-American to be displayed on the campus. To prominently acknowledge his contribution to Duke University’s West Campus, the main quad at Duke is now officially named Abele Quad with a dedication plaque prominently placed at the busiest spot on campus.

On August 17, 2012, construction began on Julian Abele Park, at 22nd & Carpenter Streets in Philadelphia.

Architectural historian Dreck Spurlock Wilson is preparing the first biography of Abele.

List of Cheyney University of Pennsylvania alumni References:

^ Jump up to: a b c d e “PENN BIOGRAPHIES: Julian Francis Abele (1881-1950)”, University of Pennsylvania Archives

^ Jump up to: a b c Cf. Tifft 2005

^ Jump up to: a b Wilson, Dreck Spurlock, African-American Architects: A Biographical Dictionary, 1865-1945, Taylor & Francis, December 12, 2003. Cf. p. 144. Biographical entry for Julian Abele Cook (1904–1986), an architect. Judge Julian Abele Cook, Jr. is the son of Julian Abele Cook, the son of Julian Abele’s sister Elizabeth Rebecca Abele Cook.

Jump up ^ http://www.blackpast.org/aah/abele-julian-f-1881-1950

Jump up ^ “Julian Abele, Architect”. Library.duke.edu. May 26, 2010. Retrieved January 5, 2012.

^ Jump up to: a b c d e http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/out-of-the-shadows-85569503/

Jump up ^ “75th Anniversary – Julian Abele”. Libwww.freelibrary.org. Retrieved January 5, 2012.

^ Jump up to: a b Webster, Josephine Faulkner. “Julian Francis Abele (1881-1950).” In Wilson, Dreck Spurlock (ed.), African-American Architects: A Biographical Dictionary, 1865-1945, 2004, pp. 1–3. Taylor & Francis.

^ Jump up to: a b Henry Magaziner, son of Abele’s U. of P. classmate and friend Louis Magaziner, in a 1989 interview. Quoted in Susan E. Tifft, “Out of the Shadows,” Smithsonian Magazine, February 2005.

Jump up ^ “Gate on Haverford College Campus Linked to Black Architectural Pioneer Julian Abele,” Journal of Blacks in Higher Education, January 26, 2016.

Jump up ^ Conklin Memorial Gate, from Google Earth.

^ Jump up to: a b c d http://www.curbed.com/2015/1/16/10001296/julian-abele-black-architect-of-duke-university

Jump up ^ Gates, Henry Louis; Higginbotham, Evelyn Brooks (2004-04-29). African American Lives. Oxford University Press, USA. ISBN 9780195160246.

Jump up ^ “75th Anniversary – Julian Abele”. Libwww.freelibrary.org. Retrieved 2013-07-04.

Jump up ^ Biography: Abele, Julian Francis (1881 – 1950), from Philadelphia Architects and Buildings.

Jump up ^ https://www.philadelphiabuildings.org/pab/app/ar_display.cfm/21458

Jump up ^ David B. Brownlee, Making a Modern Classic: The Architecture of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (Philadelphia Museum of Art, 1997), pp. 60–61, 72–73.

^ Jump up to: a b https://today.duke.edu/2016/03/abele

^ Jump up to: a b William E. King (2009). “North Carolina Architects & Builders: Abele, Julian Francis (1881-1950)”. North Carolina State University Libraries.

Jump up ^ Friends of Julian Abele Park Website

Jump up ^ “Julian Abele Park Ribbon Cutting”, March 24, 2009.

Jump up ^ Kristin E. Holmes, “Haverford gate a portal to architect Abele’s legend,” The Philadelphia Inquirer, February 6, 2016.

Further reading:

Magaziner, Henry J., As I Remember Julian Abele, (unpublished typescript, biography file, Athenaeum of Philadelphia). The author was the son of Abele’s friend Louis Magaziner.

Maher, James T., The Twilight of Splendor; Chronicles of the Age of American Palaces, (Boston: Little, Brown, 1975).

Tifft, Susan E., “Out of the Shadows: After decades of obscurity, African-American architect Julian Abele is finally getting recognition for his contributions to some of 20th-century America’s most prestigious buildings”, Smithsonian Magazine, February 2005.

Wilson, Dreck Spurlock, African American Architects: A Biographical Dictionary, 1865-1945, (London: Routledge-Taylor & Francis Books, 2004).

External links:

Wikimedia Commons has media related to Julian Abele.

Julian Abele at Find a Grave

Abele, Julian (1881 – 1950) — “Philadelphia Architects and Buildings” biography.

Julian Abele: Hidden in the Shadows — Duke University Historical Note, University Archives.

Julian Abele — at the Pennsylvania Museum School of Industrial Art.

The Winterthur Library — Overview of an archival collection featuring Julian Abele.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julian_Abele

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Daniel Boone School:

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Carmen School For Girls (aka, ‘ShallCross):

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~ “The Fall of Light” ~

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
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“Another monster boom sounded just around the corner on ‘Walnut Lane.’ The instant flash and boom on the street took out another building. A twin house on the odd numbered side of the street was suddenly and instantaneously gone. Loud noises under the street and greenish glowing lights appeared as the crowds rushed for their homes!”

 

~’When The Light Fell Down’~

 

“What the fuck was that?”

“I dunno…it’s pretty damned dark out there.”

“Shit man, a big ass bump like that had to be felt for a few blocks around!”

“…Feel anything else?”

“Nah…it was probably some big ass truck or something.”

Aw right, turn the radio up, the Halloween shows are about to start.” The doorbell rang. It was
one of those chime-like doorbell ringers. It had a firm but soft tone.

“Damn kids – pain in the ass…where’s the candy?”

“Ho Dude! Listen! It’s Orson Welles! It’s one of his old radio shows – hurry up! Get me a cassette tape, quick!”

Rushing through the house with a cassette tape in hand, Russell fell over the ottoman sitting near the dining room threshold between there and the kitchen. He managed to get the tape into the recording machine just as the announcer introduced Orson Welles’ Halloween play.

Andre picked up his hot cup of java and prepared to drop a bit of whiskey in it. From the corner of his right eye he thought he’d seen a flash of light. He was reassured by another flash of falling light. This one more prominent that the other. The first one seemed to be a little ways down the road – over on ‘Haines Street.’ The second one seemed to fall a bit closer. It fell with an Earth-shattering boom…right smack in the middle of ‘High Street’ and ‘Baynton Street.’ The neighbors were all running around the corner to see what they thought was a terrible car crash. It wasn’t. It was the apartment building which sat on the northwest corner. The building was gone. What took its place was a monstrous sized gaping hole. The hole almost appeared bottomless at first. Then the rush of creek water sprouted from below. Rumor has it that the majority of this ‘Germantown’ area stood over bedrock and heavily flowing creek-water. The water was much deeper than the basements of houses built above.

Andre and Russell ran out of the house on East Walnut Lane. They ran along with many other neighbors, turning the corner at ‘Baynton St.’ They were all joined with other neighbors who came running in from other directions. Not one of them could believe what their eyes beheld. Inside of the gaping hole of approximately 80 ft. deep with a circumference twice that size, rested the engine of an airplane…a ‘747’ class or such.

Someone from the crowd of on-lookers shouted in a panicked voice…”Look At That!”

All heads and eyes turned to see. We all looked up into the night-time sky only to see the smoking, burning jet-liner; the owner of the mechanism residing within the pit that fell from the darkness. Its cabin lights were all aglow as were the flames licking along its fuselage on the port side wing where once an engine was attached.

The nose-diving air-bus assured all who witnessed the impending and tragic doom of all who sat within. However, to the chagrin of its pursuer, the unexpected skillful and heroic effort on the part of the vehicle’s pilots, in escaping a perilous end. Turning and spinning out of a death defying nose-dive, the airplane banked leftward up into the moonless starfilled sky. A Greenish-blue-white light skirted along the edge of the airplane’s tail section. The great and powerfull all consuming brilliance of the strange light lit up the nighttime sky, nearly blinding all who gazed upon it.

From the corner of our eyes, another startling shimer grabbed everyone’s attention. Within a milimeter of a second, the brightened sky returned to its natural state. That same glance captured another burst of greenish-blue-white light eminating from ground to air. This burst of light proved fatal indeed. This powerbeam of light completely engulfed the airbus. It first appeared as if the airplane was surrounded, encircled within the greenish-blue-white ball of light when suddenly, without an explosion or booming sound, the vehicle simply dissapeared in a flash. The aftermath was a puff of smoke and dust trapped within the light trail which fell back onto the plane’s pursuer indeed… The only sound or noise, if you will; it made, was a crackling-lightning-like streak as it flashed about. The deadly light fell back. It’s trail returning to the owner; back to the eye-beam 0f glassened-multi-paned-plastic-like lenses that sat inside a metalic-like globe. This globe was attached at the middle, to a life-like pole that moved not unlike an ‘Ostrich’ or ‘Giraffe’s’ looping rubber-like neck. It was monstrously elongated and yet flexible. The long neck was attached to what appeared to be a floating nuclear sub-marine with the same plastic-looking, glass-like lenses embedded in both ends of the floating vessell.

“Did I say floating?”

“Oh hell yeah I did!”

“I’m talking into the microphone of the same tape recorder in which I kept my old ‘Orson Welles’ tape. I recorded the “War of the Worlds” on this recorder and was going to make another copy with this blank the inside. Since I recorded the show years back, I thought with today’s technology, the broadcast would be upgraded, hence, another copy of the halloween show via the radio. Besides, it was plain ole fun just sittin around the radio with a bunch of hot dogs, sausages, pop-corn, soda, a few brews, a belt of booze to top it all off, and your “homeys” to show off for of course. If we had a little weed, that would work too.

Yo, my name is ‘Russell Creed,’ and my homey is ‘Andre (Stevie) Stevens.’ The halloween show was just about to start when all hell broke loose!

We were just hangin out at my brother’s house, me and Dre., some call him ‘Stevie.’ ‘G’ was out of town for a few and asked me to look in on the crib to make sure everything’s okay. He didn’t know I was with my boys’ when I stopped in to chill-out. That’s when all this shit started… I’d like to be the one who tells you all about what’s happenin…but I think the narrator/interpreter can do a better job. I say this because I don’t think we’re going to survive this invasion. And it ain’t a damned thing me, you, or the damned government can do about it.

Dre., was it something you wanted to add?”

“Damn Man, for some weirdly odd reason, I thought of my diner left to get cold on the kitchen table… I forgot that I was hungry! The dark night had become brighter than the brightest day. It was white-hot, light without heat…but yet, it was hot!”

The enormous shadowy cylinder was fully exposed at the dusk of brilliant light. It stomped and stormed its massive metalic yet glass or plastic-like smooth frame into full view.

The horrifying vessell certainly did float. The military people have determined that these machines were utilizing some sort of magnetic repulsion or anti-gravity devices in order to move along without tracks or wheels…they certainly were not flying.

At this point, we could see only one of them. There were actually three. When it became possible to completely see these murderers…killers of innocence; the thing which first became visible was that of the heart-stopping variety. A shinning, shimmering, clanking, clunking, cluttering, abhorition of metalic horror came clumbering up ‘Walnut Lane’ from ‘Germantown Avenue.’ We could all see this from ‘Baynton St.’ The monster machine stood as tall as ‘Billy Penn’ atop City-Hall in ‘Philly’s Downtown’ area, hat and all!

The top of this alien monster machine appeared to be that of a walking military helicopter without the blades that make it fly. It had a very large basket-like attachment located on its undercarriage. This thing stood and walked upon three crab or spider-like legs. Three tentacles or limbs with six pincer-like grabbers or fingers pertruded. One could easily guess at what they were being used for.

The sidewalk began to crackle and break. The separation caused by the split right down the center of Baynton Street encouraged the crowds to disperse and run for shelter and home. The safety of their families was of extreme paramount.

Another monster boom sounded just around the corner on ‘Walnut Lane.’ The instant flash and boom on the street took out another building. A twin house on the odd numbered side of the street was suddenly and instantaneously gone. Loud noises under the street and greenish glowing lights appeared as the crowds rushed for their homes. The booming became regular. They exploded all around the neighborhood. Parked cars became airborne flying objects of mass destruction. They flew back to Earth as two ton bombs of metal and shrapnel, crushing other cars and several people in the meshing mess. Jet planes flew overhead as police sirens screamed all around. The police cars did not stop in to check on the people, they were fleeing the area enmass.

Immediatly upon seeing the alien machines, to the horror and sadness of all; a father and his three children ran down ‘Germantown Avenue.’ They vanished as one of the flying multi-toned trash collection trucks descended upon them. Overhead clouds formed and caused the night-time blackness to take on the appearance of a day-time sky… The booming thunder, thumping-metal-grinding walking machines, flashing-burning white to blue-green rays, and falling lights burned to ashes anyone and anything it touched…

The towering walking machine was flanked by the three smaller floating ones. Two were positioned to its left-rear, the other its right, while the third served as point. They all moved in a way which complimented one another. They moved almost in a uniformed manner. The movement was a difined and planned march. It played out as if it had been a tried and true manuever.

All four monsters came into full view. Buildings, our homes seemed to disintegrate right before our very eyes as they moved over the dusty rubble toward us.

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“You have been asking for water for the last hour,” he said.

For a moment we were silent, taking stock of each other. I daresay he found me a strange enough figure, naked, save for my water-soaked trousers and socks, scalded, and my face and shoulders blackened by the smoke. His face was a fair weakness, his chin retreated, and his hair lay in crisp, almost flaxen curls on his low forehead; his eyes were rather large, pale-blue, and blankly staring. He spoke abruptly, looking vacantly away from me.

“This must be the beginning of the end,” he said, interrupting me. “The end! The great and terrible day of the Lord!” When the men shall call upon the mountains and the rocks to fall upon them and hide them – hide them from the face of Him that sitteth upon the throne!”

I began to understand the position. I ceased my labored reasoning, struggled to my feet, and standing over him, laid my hand on his shoulder.
“Be a man!” said I, “You are scared out your wits! What good is religion if it collapses under calamity? Think of what earthquakes and floods, wars and volcanoes, have done before to men! Did you think God had exempted Weybridge? He is not an insurance agent.”
For a time he sat in blank silence.
“But how can we escape?” he asked, suddenly. “They are invulnerable, they are pitiless.”
“Neither the one nor, perhaps, the other,” I answered. “And the mightier they are the more sane and wary should we be. One of them was killed yonder not three hours ago.”
“Killed1” he said, staring about him. “How can God’s ministers be killed?”
“I saw it happen.” I proceeded to tell him. “We have chanced to come in for the thick of it,” said I, “and that is all.”
“What is that flicker in the sky?” he asked abruptly.
I told him it was the heliograph signaling – that it was the sign of human help and effort in the sky.
“We are in the midst of it,” I said, “quiet as it is. That flicker in the sky tells of the gathering storm. Yonder, I take it, are the Martians, and Londonward, where those hills rise about Richmond and Kingston and the trees give cover, Earthworks are being thrown up and guns are being placed. Presently the Martians will be coming this way again.”

And even as I spoke he sprang to his feet and stopped me by a gesture.
“Listen!” he said.
From beyond the low hills across the water came the dull resonance of distant guns and a remote weird crying. Then everything was still. A cockchafer came droning over the hedge and past us. High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendor of the sunset.

“We had better follow this path,” I said, “northward.”

Gene Barry was the starring hero from the classic ‘War of The Worlds’ by Herbert George Wells back in the sixties when I was a little boy. The bombs screamed across the big screen at the ‘Lehigh Movie Theatre’ on Lehigh Avenue between twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth Streets in North Philadelphia. My two younger brothers, two of the girls who lived next door on Myrtlewood Street; and me were shuttled off by our mothers that early Saturday evening. The ladies had plans of their own. We were shipped out to the movies. Man what a treat. Albeit we were all scared to death, afraid to leave the theatre on many other monster treated and frightful afternoons. I can remember running home, fearing the crossing of darkened alleyways along the route to the safe haven of the domicile. Vampires, Frankenstein’s Monster, Zombies, and Werewolves threatened to jump out and get us if we doddle and lagged behind.

The story, ‘War of the Worlds’ in the novel format takes the reader on a journey during the turn of the twentieth century in Britain. The Americanized movie version has it placed in Las Angeles with shots and scenes from around the globe.

The visionary Martian vessels were described as in the novel. They glowed the green lights and eerie screwing sounds of a mason jar unscrewing. The laser beam of instantaneous destruction managed to destroy and kill any and every living and non-living thing on the planet and in its path. The shadowy white dusty froth laden forms of human beings lay on the grounds and roadways of the countryside exit trails, hopefully leading to safety, played out in the book did make its ghostly presence on the big screen and in the book as well.

The movie version with Mr. Gene (Bat Masterson) Barry remains a classic; the traverse through the countryside of England uncovers a journey of epic endeavor, adventure, and excitement beyond the movie theatre.
“When Earth comes under siege from extraterrestrial invaders, the best and worst of mankind comes out among those struggling to survive.”

Mr. Wells was born in Bromley, Kent on September 21, 1866. He was called ‘Bertie’ by his family. His father was a shopkeeper who was previously a cricketer. After the business failed, his mother was forced to work as a domestic in the nearby country house of ‘Up-Park.’ She desired to return the family back to the middle-class status it had briefly enjoyed. Wells worked as a schoolteacher and a pharmacist. He also studied biology under Thomas Henry Huxley, a vociferous proponent of Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution. This gentleman made an extraordinary impression on him so much so that he returned to teaching completing his course studies and earned his degree. Wells went on with his mastery of the imagination and produced more thought provoking science fiction works in novel format and magazine periodicals as well as a couple of biology textbooks while working for the University Correspondence College.

“Herbert G. Wells published his first novel, The Time Machine to critical and popular acclaim in 1895. He became one of the most prolific writers of his generation. Mr. Wells has explored a vast variety of social, philosophical, and political I thoughts and ideas via the medium of what is described as science fiction.”

What happens when you wake up from a dream, a deeply remembered dream? You then realize that it was simply a dream… Time moves forward into your waking day when suddenly, the day is all that has previously transpired in your dream. Your dream has become your reality. So, which is which, the dream or the perceived reality?

 

…Can Anyone Decide Which Is True Or Which Is Not?

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~”They Came In Three’s”~

 

Albeit, the eye-like beams spit forth a deadly white light of destruction. The lights also appeared to be of a green, red, and blue color; a blend of different colors. No one stopped to wonder why the death-dealing machines shined three of four different yet distinct colors. Everyone simply ran.

We all ran in many different directions…away from the approaching invaders. Petty neighborhood squabbles were long forgotten with this new threat, a threat that brought about an eerie uniting of the people. There was little need to call upon the Black Folks for a meeting. There was little need to call for a rally or a boycott…all we wanted to do now was live…”By Any Means Necessary!”

‘Dre’ and I thought we’d have a chance to get back to the house…no way. The machines were nearing the corner of Baynton Street now. The surviving buildings along the block were engulfed in flames and smoke. Hope for them was an impossibility.

The uphill run on Walnut Lane to Morton Street was always a challenging hike on any given day. However, on this night, it was a push over. The reality was that nothing or no one was going to impeed the progress of life-saving escape. The analogy of people turning into savages rang true as every one seemed to run over any one who could not keep up or get out of the way of the stampeding horde.

Any parked cars along the way were very lucky at getting out. It was highly improbable that the escapees would have had time to pack a bag. The thought occured when I noticed the absence of vehicles on the street that would normally be jockying for a parking spot. Thirst crept into my throat, taking away all the aforementioned thoughts that occupied my mind while running away from certain death. I peered briefly back over my right shoulder. To take a longer look could cause one to miss a step and fall down. A half-a-second was all I needed…it was all that it took to see the horrific, spine tingling, and blood curdling events unfolding behind us. It’s been said that the eye works just like a camera. The eye-lid works the same way as that of a lense shutter on any given image capturing device. It only took a split second to see the multi-colored death ray zapping people…first they freeze in their tracks, then the human body glows to a greenish-blue aura, revealing the skeletinal inner frame of the person being zapped…then the body vanishes; disappears! The proverbial description of “Crabs In a Barrell” was the order of the day. One dared not look back too long. We all kept on running.

We ran until we could run no more. We found ourselves walking briskly along with many people near the intersection of ‘Chew Avenue and Washington Lane.’ We didn’t know many of the folks whom who accompanied us on this newly found trek away from the Walnut Lane area. As everyone seemed to be migrating toward the train station just past Chew Avenue, there were hundreds more running from Upsal Street to our location. If people were attempting to board the SEPTA Trains, how many had money to pay, if they bothered to stop at the station? It had to be well past two in the morning by this time. We didn’t think about time with all this madness going on. But with time to stop and think for a moment, things of importance began to factor in. We had no food. We had no water. We had no transportation or communication. Another thought occured to me…remembering a conversation with the fellas at Gerry’s House, our place of catharsis after a long days work. We argued about what would or could happen if our country ever had to deal with an invasion. Remembering what happened with the “911 Tragedy” and the storms and hurricanes which devistated the southern regions, we all agreed on what would probably happen. If an invading force knocked out communication, transportation, and utility services, a country could fall victim to the invading entity. As I looked around, weighing our circumstances, the reality of our thesis has come to pass.

Some one in the crowd loudly stated that the lot across the street is a city emergency center. From my vantage point in the middle of Washington Lane, I could see the big white city trash collection vehicles parked within. The large lot held several other city vehicles as well. This location is a major City Trash Recycling and Transfer Station. It can accommodate a very large amount of people. The only question is, how can this facility take care of all these people who are in need of food, water, waste disposal, and many other needs. I saw women with young children and babies… The elderly were here along with the sick and injured. What could anyone do to take care of all these folks? The void of darkness was momentarily avoided for some with the use of flashlights, LED lights from the nearby train station, the low luster of the overhead city street-lighting, and the dying cell phones of many who had them; mostly the young.

People were sobbing and crying. The heartbreaking sounds of young children and babies crying really got to me. In the distance, you could hear the rumbling of the machines as they grew near. The white-greenish-blue-yellow-red lights glowed over the tops of trees and buildings along the Washington Lane corridor. Some people began to kneel and pray. Others watched with faces of stone-cold fear, eyes wide open; big like saucers. Many had the look of death on their faces. It’s a look that many meat workers have seen on the faces and in the eyes of the doomed cattle and other livestock caught in the shuttled chute of death. It’s the look, some say, of knowing that it’s your time to die.
Some of the so-called hard-core tough guys refused to show their fear because they were the intimidators of many, they packed weapons. They boasted of the ‘9mm’s, Glocks, and other hand-held weapons. These were the guys who could not afford to show fear or any sign of being a punk, reputation is all that mattered. The truth is, they were as afraid as everyone else. They held no power here. They had no one to sell their dope to…there was no one to intimidate. Their eyes gave them away… The machines got closer and closer…there was no where to go, no where to run…all hope is gone.

In the distance…one could almost hear it. A siren! A police siren! was it the siren of a fire-engine? Who cares…as long as they are coming to help them. The flood-lights of the facility were turned on as well. A city worker who lived nearby had access to the lot. It was he who had turned on the power. The people cheered loudly and joyfully. They rushed into the lot in hopes of gaining access to water and toilet accommodations. The sirens of the distance had arrived. They encountered difficulty in getting into the facility due to the masses of people crowding all over. The police car had to slowly nudge its way into the yard because people simply would not move. The space occupied by the masses was limited. The parked trucks and other vehicles needed to be moved in order for all to fit into the sheltered area. More sirens were heard in the distance. They were headed toward the Washington Lane Transfer Station too.

Along with the arrival of more police, the National Guard managed to get there as well. They were stationed at a nearby base located near Broad Street and Olney Avenue, just down the street from ‘Central High School.’ The trucks were loaded with water, milk, and food. They also stocked supplies for the elderly, sick, nursing mothers, and babies. The people were relieved. They praised their rescuers and thanked God. Seeing all this newly arriving help, the people began to gather themselves while regaining their composure.
The second police car turned into the driveway as the people managed to get out of the way. Then the first truck was able to pass into the waiting yard. The people’s cheering grew louder. The second truck began to turn into the drive when suddenly, it appeared as though the truck had set itself on fire…the ear-defeaning explosion sounded a split-second after the vehicle was alighted. Eerie sounding whistling was heard when the night-time became brightened with the brilliance of the alien invader’s killer ray beams. It seemed as if everything began to explode all around us!
The police could do nothing with this surprise attack. The national guard were helpless as well. The ones who escaped the exploded vehicles ducked for cover like everyone else. The problem is, there was no cover to be had. People, young and old, police, and guardsmen alike, died. They were alighted, alluminated til you could see there skeletal bones, and burned into invisibility.
Three floating vessels descended upon us from what seemed like every direction. The death ray beams screamed as they evaporated dozens upon dozens of innocent and the not so innocent into oblivion. I managed to grab ‘Dre’ just as he was about to go down. The man next to him had been zapped into dust just like the one on the other side of him. Another was zapped just as I pulled ‘Dre’ to me. We once again found ourselves running away from certain death.
screaming and crying people dashed all about. People were being trampled to death while trying to escape the death-dealing machines. Me and Dre got down on our hands and knees and began to crawl away, under and over bodies that had not been zapped but killed by the maddened, frightened crowd of “chickens in a barrel!”
Somehow, we managed to crawl our way back out into the middle of Washington Lane and across the street into the parking lot along side the train station. A train zoomed into the station as people attempted to stop the speeding behemoth of shining shimmering mass of metal. Unfortunately, those that attempted could not bring the track dependent vehicle to a stop. They all died in their folly.
The speeding train not only did not stop, it was burning inside. The vehicle was fully engulfed in flames as the riders inside were heard screaming when it passed. A second train followed inside of fifteen minutes after the aforementioned death-ride. It too was fully engulfed in flames as it sped past us on the platform.

The invading death machines drew closer as we rolled over into the tracks after the burning train has passed. I pushed Dre further down the tracks and under the dark dirty muddy platform. I really didn’t expect him to complain when he started to whine and cuss.

“Shut up fool…I’m trying to save both our lives!”

The death machines zapped all and any that it could find and/or see. One could only assume that the machines had annilhilated everyone due to the eerie quiet that followed the zapping noises. We could hear the familiar clanking, clunking, grinding, and stomping noise as the floating marauders floated off in search of new targets.
Miraculously, some of the people did survive the attack just outside of this station. It seems that everyone in the neigborhood didn’t come out of their homes because they weren’t all destroyed.
The sky-scrapper building tall spider-walking machine was still on location. It did something that we, Dre and I, were not aware of. All who were not killed in the attack of the three floating killer machines, were left behind for the walker-machine to pick up. Skullking along, it had these elongated octopuss-like feeler arms that reached out and grabbed people who were reeling from the attack of the floaters. These feeler-arms reached out and grabbed the stragglers, lifting them up high, and placing them in a basket-like recepticle or retainer. We could see this all happening from the cracks and splits under the train platform. We could see all of the activity on the Washington Lane and Chew Avenue intersection. Unfortunately, there were still a lot of people left to be had by the invaders from I don’t know where.

We could hear the captured people screaming from above. The walker-machine rumbled as it moved, gathering up people who ran in any direction that seemed safe. Dre and I stayed put under the platform. When the walker-machine crashed and crumpled its way over and through the surrounding buildings and gas station, it walked over the train station twice, as though it were looking for us. The platform came crashing down on us. We were pinned under the wood, metal, plastic, and other materials of the construction. Somehow, the machine did not find us. It lumbered on through the woodlands surrounding the Washington Lane vacinity. The group of death dealers appeared to be headed for the Stenton Avenue neighborhoods.

Dre and I managed to free ourselves and crawl out from beneath the destroyed platform rubble. We were more thirsty than before. Our throats felt as it we’d swallowed concrete from all of the dust floating in the air. The dusty surroundings were like that of a bombed out war zone…like New York, the day the planes flew into the ‘Twin Towers.’ We looked like the people on television who all looked like walking zombies, covered in concrete, plaster, and dust from all of the destruction. We had no idea of what we were going to do. Upon gazing all about, we decided to go back across the street and see if we could dig up some water from the bombed out trucks.
Fortunately, we were succesful in attaining some unscathed bottles of water and scattered bits and pieces of food packages. We gorged ourselves on our new found delicacy. With cleared thoughts and a real sense of awareness for danger, we decided to make our way back to Walnut Lane in hopes of recovering something we could use to aid in our survival. Obviously, the new found fortune most certainly would not be enough to sustain us for God knows how long, in this vast wilderness. The first thing we had to do, after eating, is to rest up a bit. There’s no way we were going to get any sleep. Sleep? Where would we, could we, go to get a good nights sleep? Sleep would certainly be an impossibility this horrible night.

The Sun was crossing the horizon when we awoke. I haven’t a clue as to how we managed to sleep through all the carnage surrounding us during the night. Opening my eyes to a new day, it seems as though all this was simply a dream, a strange nightmare of sorts. My vision began to focus. Hell no. It was no fucking dream.
Reaching out to my right, I shook Dre awake. He jumped up in one hell of a fright…”What the fuck is going on Russell? Where in the fuck are we Man? Where in the hell is everybody? Why are we lying under all this nasty shit?” “Ouch, shit!”
After bumping his head, Dre’s memory, the reality of it all, returned and made him understand.

We crawled out from under the debris of the train station, and made our way back towards home. We stood and saw it all, a vast and sprawling nothing. Everything had been laid to waste. As far as the eye could see, there was utter and complete nothingness. There were several dead bodies lying about. They were probably the ones who didn’t get or caught by the dangling octopus tenticles of the walking machines. Off in the distance, we could see a few of the walkers over in the direction of ‘Chelten Avenue.’ When we turned to look northward, in the direction of ‘Mt. Airy,’ we saw two of them walking about and continuing to reap in an unwary soul. The gaze east caught the eerie dust cloud of the ones that blew through here last night. We focused our gaze westward, up to the crest of the hill on Washington Lane, at ‘Musgrave Street.’ We saw only dust clouds from the destruction of homes and other buildings. Automobiles burned under the rubble as well. Gas-mains burned continually. Electric wires sparked and danced in every direction while they lay undaunted upon the blacktop roadways covered in ashe, burning wood, and other exposed building materials.

Dre and I walked up the hill on ‘Belfield Avenue’ past ‘Tulpehocken Street’ to the east side of ‘Walnut Lane.’ Pushing onward, up the hill of the lane, we finally arrived at the top, ‘Morton Street.’ Crossing Morton, the hill descended into the ‘Germantown Avenue’ corridor right after ‘Baynton Steet’ and the unit block of Walnut Lane; home.

 

~”Where Is Everybody?”~

 

Every house on Walnut Lane was demolished. Our place was no exception. However, the house didn’t collapse into the cellar. The windows of the basement suggeste that we could get in via that window or the back door. All of the rubble from the collapsed buildings seemed to fall outward into the street and surroundings, not inward onto themselves.
If we could get in and recover as much of the essentials needed, the better. Food and water was at the top of the list. We could see that there was no way to gain entry into the kitchen because the debris piled directly down onto the concrete foundation of the structure. Making our way around back, to the back door of the basement, we were relieved to find the door and frame still intact. We were able to gain entrance into the basement if nowhere else in the premises.
After our entry, we were absolutley correct in our assumption, we could not reach anywhere else, to our dismay. I remembered the meal we planned on the night of the invasion. It was laid out perfectly. A meal made to order…

Knowing that we could not regain the groceries stocked in the refrigerator. We rumbbled around underneath the destroyed house to see what we could gather. A couple of flashlights were still on the shelf from when we worked on the hotwater heater not long ago. There were also flares and buckets of citronila that could be lit at night…as there would probably be no lighting fixtures about. We could shoot a game of pool, the pool-table was still intact. Most of the things in stored in the basement were useless for our survival in this new found frontier, a new wilderness.

While we walked back to the house, Dre had a suggestion to stop in and see what we could get from the bombed-out corner grocery stores. There were a few of them around the neighborhood. There was a “stop-n-go” at the corner of Washington Lane and Chew, another at Tulpehockon and Morton, at Walnut Lane and Baynton, and many more all around the area to be had.

“Dre, don’t you think that I’d thought about that possibility. What about survivors, Bro.?”

“Russell, man, this is a situation that highly suggests that every man is now out for themselves…no one is going to give a damn about me and you.”

“I hear ya Homes, but don’t you remember what we saw on the way back here?”

There were pockets of people who were either completely missed in the attack and/or those who simply crawled out from under piles of destruction debris because they were unaware of what has happened and are now seeking some type of aid, food, water, shelter, and probably live-saving assistance from a medical professional or hospital. The landscape, upon their re-emergence from the pile of train-station rubble, was completely desimated. Survivors who managed to elude or somehow manage to escape death or capture, wandered all about like the zombies we so often laughed at in movies or on television.
I wondered, would we ever see a movie again or be able to watch television shows from our living-rooms, basements,or bed-rooms?

“Dre, the reality is we’ve got to get the hell out of here…and soon. The walking machines will probably be coming back this way and I for one do not want to be here when they do. What about you?”

“Yeah Bro., let’s get the hell out of here…I’ll carry what little we’re taking with us. It’s a damned shame that we can’t get upstairs to the ‘Frige…’ Damn…all that food going to waste.”

Once outside, the two close friends pondered over what direction to take in hopes of locating shelter, sustainance, or other people who could help them. Gazing all around, in every direction, they decided to firts go around to the 14th Police District. Maybe there are some cops there that could offer some sort of guidance. However, from where they were standing, one could see as far as Chelten Avenue without the use of binoculars. The 14th District Headquarters was on the way to that particular location. It, the building, was not there. There were no familiar standing structures to be seen at all. The ‘Town Hall’ building was gone as well as all of the buildings that aligned both sides of Germantown Avenue from the 58th, 59th, 60, and 6100 blocks of the avenue once called the “Great Road.” Everything was laid to waste. Nothing but rubble and debris. Russell and I looked at each other and decided to go and take a look anyway, there might be something there that we could use.

We could see dirt and dust being kicked up by some of the residents who survived the attack. You really had to look closely at thier faces in order to recognize any of the poor wretches who wandered aimlessly about. Several of the neighbors, recognizable and not, were crying and carrying the bodies of dead babies. Others wept over thier elderly and other kin-folk who went missing or had been killed. The hardest thing to witness was the children who now had no one to care for them…thier parents gone and no next of kin to look after them. Russell and I had to keep moving.

We combed meticulously through the rubble at the once standing 14th District building and found a few things…one of the most important items was a radio…a “police ban walkie-talkie!”

The bombed out building of the 14th yeilded a few other goodies as well. One of the first things that caught our attention was the fact that, in spite of just about evrey room of the structure was utterly and completely destroyed, the only room that was still intact was the men’s restroom. This room sat right next to the radio central control room just inside of the main reception area of the building.

“Impressive…the shit-house is the only thing standing in this whole heap of shit!” said Dre.

“I hear ya Homes, when was the last time you took a dump?” asked Russell.

“Yesterday before all this crap came about.”

“Well I’m here to tell ya man, I’m heading for the dump-room right now!”

“Russell, you know that your shit probably won’t go anywhere, the toilets most likely will not flow without water pressure.” Dre warned.

The toilet did flush and the water system supplied enough water for them to fill up bottles and three canteens recovered from the basement of thier house. Albeit, the water system was flowing, the piping was busted at several ends of the building. Water flowed freely from the broken and twisted metal tubing that seemed to stick out from everwhere. This would help many of the straglers who happened to cross this way in search of water.

“Okay Bro., lets do this…” Dre said to Russell.

Russell turned on one of the three ‘walkie-talkies’ and got instant results. The damned thing squelched and squacked until they were able to get a clear enough signal. The voices were all screaming at one another. They held warnings and orders as well. Commanders shouted orders to subordinants while reports of continuing attacks and destruction from the floating machines and that of the walkers.
It seemed that the current attacks were taking place in the North-Central areas of the city. Evacuations were under way for all the areas that haven’t yet been invaded. Directions were given for displaced persons to gather at ‘Philadelphia’s City Hall Courtyard, downtown; and those further south, to make thier way to the sports arenas on “Patterson Avenue.”
The voices were heard to say to responding officers to remain calm and to aid in the calming every person contacted, help is on the way.
The voices continued speaking. They were telling responding officers that the National Guard, and othe major military forces were being deployed and are on the way, if they hadn’t arrived already. The voices said for them to remain calm and in control…”Help Is On The Way!”

 

~”All Points Due South”~

 

All around the place, there was nothing but building debris and the occassional strangely shaped ashe. The ashen forms, me and Dre did see before. We didn’t really pay it any real attention because we were quite busy trying to keep our asses from being zapped and or captured. But the reality of it all was that it was time to face the reality… We became alarmingly aware that those forms of strange shaped dust patterns were the remains of human bodies. We’d seen these forms on the streets and roadways, all the way here and throughout this location as well.
The white ashen forms didn’t portray whether being male or female, ordinary citizen or members of the law enforcement community. They were simply yet horribly the remains of the dead, zapped into powdered forms of dust.
We only saw two or three bodies in blue uniforms, peeking through the cracks and crevices of the rubble that entombed them.
Russell and I ventured outside of the fallen building into the area that was once its’ parking lot. We’d hope to recover a vehicle or two that might provide us transportation. As luck would have it, several vehicles were spared the collapse of the building. However, how were we to get them out from all the other wood, brick, and mortar that was spread far and wide inside and outside of this parking lot and the streets beyond from the other buildings?

Death and dead things were everywhere. The helpless zombified victims walked and milled about, clueless as to what it is they are supposed to do. The voices on the walkie-talkie became more clear once we were outside of the implodded structure. The voices of police and military command barked forth instruction for eveyone in the city to converge on the center city area… It reiterated its’ instructions for those in the far south and west of the city to head toward the sports arena areas. We began to tred southward as we listened in on the radio transmissions.

Dre and I attempted to speak to the voices over the hand-held devices.

“Breaker, Breaker! This is a civilian citizen attempting rescue for folks in the north-west region and close point thereabout… Can you read me? …Over!”

Me and Dre waited for a response to out radio request. The damned thing spit and squawked back an answer.

“No citizens are allowed to transmit over police and military radio bans…get off the airway and contact a designated official at once!” barked the voice.

“Well I’ll be damned…did you hear that shit Dre? Do you believe this asshole? Is he fuckin crazy or what?”

I barked sternly into the mic of the radio device.

“Now you listen here you asshole son of a bitch…we are stranded civilians in need of assistance and immediate evacuation…there aren’t any fuckin officials, they’re all fuckin dead! If you’d like to talk to one of them who happens to be a pile of white dust, I’ll hold the God-damned radio to it so that it can hear you – STUPID! …Over!”

The voice replied, “Sorry son, we’re really all fucked up out here…sorry for your situation. As far as we know, sevreral battalions have been deployed throughout the cities on both sides of the river, Philly and Jersey. We haven’t heard a word from anywhere else at present…if you can, I’d advise you and your party to make your way southward toward center city…that’s were there will be supplies, medical aid, and possible evacuation available. We don’t know anything about what’s going on beyong the Mt. Airy and Chestnut Hill Regions. No news has been received from them at this point. Do the best you can to travel…we’ve been informed that all power, communication, and transportation has been halted and/or destroyed by these unidentified invaders. …See ya when you get here, Son. …Over and Out!”

Walking and stepping over the dead and the walking dead, Dre and I had made it as far as ‘Wister Street and Germantown Avenue,’ while listening to the communication and its’ instructions. We’d somehow seemed to have formed a bit of a gathering, a following horde of lost souls. These poor individuals assumed that we knew where to go and how to get there. Yeah, we were making an attempt to follow the instructions of the radio voice, but reluctantly. The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up…I suddenly got a sense of the ‘willies.’ Dre could tell that I was feeling a bit uneasy with the trek south and the horde of wayward, wandering followers who have made chosen to make them point guards for the homeless. We continued to lead the way southward, straight down the avenue.

Nearing ‘Hunting Park Avenue,’ just beyond ‘Wayne-Junction Train Station,’ the air was suddenly filled with the scream of fighter jets and Blackhawk Helicopters. They appeared to be converging on the ‘Broad Street and Erie Avenue’ vacinity. We could here sirens in the distance as well. How the cops were getting around was a mystery within itself, we were lead to believe all the roadways throughout the region were covered and blocked with collapsed buildings and other material. Suddenly an alarm sounded. It was like an alarm that we haven’t heard in years… It was one of those civil defense alarms, like the ones we used to hear in grade school…like the ones our parents used to talk about durin a black-out during the war.
We could hear explosions and gunfire in the distance too. A greenish-blue-white haze appeared on the horizon heading south. Visibility wasn’t all that bad when an occassional clearing happened as the wind blew. We could see straight across the hilly region from where we were standing, near what used to be the post office on the south side of Hunting Park Avenue. A rather large Baptist Church used to stand on the other side of the street also.

Hunting Park Avenue at Germantown Avenue was suddenly filled with the sound of warfare. From somewhere over the crest of the hill, one of the floating machines appeared. It seemed to come from right out of the ground…from the bigh hole in the street that used to be occupied by the “Simon Gratz High School!” It was of course, gone. Then another one appeared right behind the first one. It seemed to be riding on its coat-tail, in a tandem sort of fashion. A third one appeared right after the second vessel. It too was floating in tandem as the yellowish-green glow of its center eye; atop the long-necked attachment to a boomeranged-shaped floating body of shiny chromed metal with two greenish-blue death ray beams at either end; began to shoot forth its zapping light-rays. The target was anything moving…anything and anything in sight!

 

~’Farmland, A Skippack Retreat?’~

 

…Washington’s retreat to “Skippack Farms!”

I remember reading about that in a book or story written by a Philadelphia writer originally from “Germantown.” Then I thought of a TV-Show, a series, about a bunch of zombies on the attack for fresh human flesh to eat. And then I thought to myself, why the fuck am I thinking about that shit when my life, our lives are in deep jeopardy in the present? In one of the bags we took from the police station, was a pair of binoculars. I took a closer look towards the Broad and Erie area, to my fright, I gathered up our supplies and grabbed Dre by the arm and shouted, “Come on Man, we’ve got to get the hell out of here…all of you people need to run and run fast…GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW! GO BACK THE OTHER WAY!”

Now I knew why I remembered that television show about the zombies; the call was to make your way to a so-called central zone to be safe and rescued from danger. Bullshit…I wasn’t about to go to one “Hot-LZ” for another because some friendly voice was telling me too. We were turning around and heading back north…to hell with the going south.

The floating machines rose up out of that hole like demons from hell. The first one floated up and its’ yellow-glowing eye attached to an elongated neck scanned the area. The fiendish noise yeilded an echoish sound effect that reverberated throughout the immediate listening area. It actaully had the ability to drive one utterly mad…to a level of pure fright and insanity. The thing floated and scanned. It floated and scanned…and then began firing its’ death rays. The beastly metalic thing fired on any and everything in sight. It didn’t need to see its victims. It seemed to be able to sense their presence within the structures being fired upon. It’s also quite possible that the damned things were firing on the buildings simply because they existed.
As the invader continued its firing, another rose up out that hole from hell, right behind the first one. It too began firing at random. And then, a third joined thier ranks and began firing all about. The three of them were at first floating in tandom. They floated out from behind one another and seemed to touch or join the tips of their vessels, three in a row. Then they changed positions again with one in the lead as the remaining two floated just behind on either flank.

We didn’t wait for them to catch up with us. We ran straight back up Germantown Avenue. While we hustled along, the damned thought occured once again. The story from our local author, regarding “George Washington’s Retreat” from Philly to the “Skippack Farms” area in Montgomery County. The neighborhood was already desimated, so why would the machines want to return to our neck of the woods?
Running and jumping over dead bodies and dusty remains of human beings that have been zapped, we were making good time heading up “The Great Road.” The people who began to follow us to the south, followed us again toward regions north. Behind us, the war was fully engulfed. America’s War Machines were pitted against theirs in what appeared to be hosting a campaign of futile endeavor. They were quite simply getting their bloody asses kicked!
The cannons, tanks, and other fire-power of the local ‘National Guard’ and the cops, were not hitting their targets. The explosives seemed to be exploding all around them…a dome, a blister, a bubble, if you will, appeared at almost every blast or explosion surrounding the floating machines. They simply returned fire at just about every defender in sight. The death rays melted the metal war machines while evaporating all souls inside.
One could hear the battle from miles around. The waging battles ensuing ferociously at these two known locations. Suddenly we could hear more of the reverberating effects of floating machines coming in our direction from the west. In hopes of not being seen by the monsters, we ducked into and under the remains of destroyed buildings and other large objects along the way. The rays were blasted in our direction. We moved quite a bit faster as the mahines seemed to take thier sweet-ole time in chasing us, if that were the case. None of the machines appeared to move at a fast pace. They moved slowly and methodically. They moved as it they didn’t give a damn…arrogantly; as if nothing could hurt them. They moved as if they were invincible.

By the time we reached The Chelten Avenue area, there were dozens of people behind us and all around us as well. The survivors of the first wave of death and destruction were busy scavenging the remains of neighborhood stores and partially standing homes. Many of them didn’t even bother to notice us as we passed. However, when that eerie noise from the machines reached their ears, they froze in fright. More machines were seen traveling west to east on Chelten Avenue. Survivors immediately stopped what they were doing and began to ‘haul-ass’ away from the death-dealing metal assasins. A group of machines were again spotted approaching from east to west along the ‘Armat Street’ corridor. I don’t think one has to be a “rocket-scientist” to figure out that we have been spotted and were being encircled in a vicious snare, a trap!

 

~’Starvation’ – “My Brother’s Keeper”~

 

“It’s not possible that this is happening to us…we the people of the United States of America!” Who is looking out for us? Where oh where are our governmental leaders? Where are they?

Seeing and experiencing this catastrophe, reminded me of footage I’v seen on television broadcasts of people; survivors of earthquakes, twisters, and hurricanes…bombeb-out war zones! Footage of this sort was broadcast on a regualar basis via the news media, PBS, and many information venues.

Veterans often reminded those of us within ear-shot, of the tragedies witnessed and created by participants, voluntary or not, of war campaigns. The conversation often surrounded current events that have befallen us. Hurricanes have desimated the southern regions of the country as well as the surrounding Carribean and Latino Islands.
We’ve found it interesting how the southern regions, damned near simultaneously received disaster funds and relief while the Puerto Rican Islands and those inhabited by people of color, got a “foot-dragging” and explanations of how and why aid couldn’t get to them.

Headlines from newspapers found floating on the wind, along the war-torn streets of ‘Germantown’ as we trod along; was seen to read:

“Donald Trump Refuses to Send More Aid to Puerto Rico, Citing Business Interests”
https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-refuses-send-more-195456324.html
Chris Riotta, Newsweek

“Donald Trump has made it clear his administration isn’t planning to allow any additional outside aid to get into Puerto Rico in the wake of Hurricane Maria.

Speaking with reporters on Wednesday afternoon, the president cited business interests as the reason for refusing calls from lawmakers and activists to allow international organizations and governments to ship aid to the island.

Trump said he was initially considering whether to implement a temporary waiver of the Jones Act to allow it, but decided against doing so as “a lot of people that work in the shipping industry…don’t want the Jones Act lifted.”

Also called the Merchant Marine Act of 1920, the Jones Act requires all goods shipped between American ports to be on ships built, owned and operated in the United States.

The refusal to work with intergovernmental networks eager to supply aid to the devastated island was then echoed by Trump’s Department of Homeland Security. “Based on consultation with other federal agencies,” spokesman David Lapan said Wednesday, “DHS’s current assessment is that there is sufficient numbers of U.S.-flagged vessels to move commodities to Puerto Rico.”

The department did waive the Jones Act to aid Houston and parts of Florida that were ravaged by hurricanes Harvey and Irma. Senator John McCain, who has repeatedly fought to repeal the act, slammed the Department of Homeland Security for failing to extend the same relief efforts to Puerto Rico that it provided to parts of the mainland United States.

“It is unacceptable to force the people of Puerto Rico to pay at least twice as much for food, clean drinking water, supplies and infrastructure due to Jones Act requirements as they work to recover from this disaster,” the Republican McCain wrote in a letter to the department on Tuesday. “Now, more than ever, it is time to realize the devastating effect of this policy and implement a full repeal of this archaic and burdensome Act.”

Proponents of the Jones Act say that without it, the country would be forced to rely on cheaper international ships operated by foreign workers and put American vessels in a more crowded and less efficient shipping environment.

Temporarily waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico “would take American first responders out of the loop and replace them with Filipino or Russian or Chinese crews,” Michael Roberts, senior vice president and general counsel at Crowley Maritime Corporation, told The Wall Street Journal Wednesday. “Doing that at a time when many U.S. mariners in this region have had their homes damaged, their lives uprooted and now they need to work, to take that away is not something you want to do.”

Proponents of the Jones Act say that without it, the country would be forced to rely on cheaper international ships operated by foreign workers and put American vessels in a more crowded and less efficient shipping environment.

Temporarily waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico “would take American first responders out of the loop and replace them with Filipino or Russian or Chinese crews,” Michael Roberts, senior vice president and general counsel at Crowley Maritime Corporation, told The Wall Street Journal Wednesday. “Doing that at a time when many U.S. mariners in this region have had their homes damaged, their lives uprooted and now they need to work, to take that away is not something you want to do.””

It’s amazing how we can remember things that were taken for granted…it could never happen to me was the order and mind-set of the times. War is the order of the day…’North Korea’ will not back down; ‘Iran’ and ‘Iraq’ are both anxious witeh unexpected anticipation as to what this new regime will do next in upsetting “World Peace” and causing an end to us all via a ‘Nuclear Holocaust!’

People from ‘New Orleans’ were and have continued to suffer homelessness and displacement for more than five or six years after their hurricane disaster. The folks who were damaged by the “911 Attack” are still realing from continued turmoil and false promises from the ‘powers that be.’ And yet, again, “it couldn’t happen to us!”

 

Prologue:

“No one would have believed that in the middle of the (twentieth/twenty-first) century that human affairs are being watched keenly and closely by intelligences’ greater than man.
Yet, across the gulf of space on the planet ‘Mars,’ intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our ‘Earth’ with envious eyes…slowly and surely drawing their plans against us.
‘Mars’ is more than one hundred and forty million miles fron the ‘Sun‘…and for centuries has been in the last stages of exhaustion.
At night, temperatures drop far below zero even at its’ equator. The inhabitants of this dying planet, looked across space with instruments and intelligence of which we have scarcely dreamed; searching for another world which they could migrate…

They could not go to “Pluto;” outer most of the small planets and so cold, its’ atmosphere lies frozen upon its’ surface. They couldn’t go to “Neptune” or “Uranus,” twin worlds in eternal night and perpetual cold, both surrounded by un-breathable gas and ammonia vapors.

The “Martians” considered “Saturn,” an attractive world with its many moons and beautiful rings of cosmic dust – but its’ temperatures are close to two hundred and seventy degrees below zero and ice lies fifteen thousand miles deep on its’ surface

Their nearest world was giant “Jupiter,” where volcanic-titanic tips of molten lava, laced with hydrogen rises flaming to the top where atmospheric pressure is terrible; thousands of pounds per square inch…they couldn’t go there. Nor could they go to “Mercury,” the nearest planet to the “Sun”…it has no air; the temperature at it equator is that of molten lead.

Of all the worlds that the intelligences on “Mars” could see and study, only our own warm “Earth,” green with vegetation, ripe with water and possessed a kindly atmosphere eloquent of fertility.
It did not occur to ‘Mankind’ that a swift fate might be hanging over us or that from the firmness of ‘black-space’ that we might be scrutinized and studied until the time of our nearest approach to the orbit of “Mars” during the pleasant summer season…”

…AS Narrated By:
~ Sir H. G. Wells, Mr. Orson Welles, Sir Cedric Hardwicke, and Mr. Morgan Freeman ~

 

Thank you for joining the trip…enjoying the read…

 

Til Next Time…

 

‘G’

 

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‘The Fury and The Fire’

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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

“Wild Fires have Engulfed many places across the Globe!”

says

Columnist, Mike Weilbacher.

He notes none have been more scarier than,of all places, ‘Greenland.’ Glaciers are being covered with soot that absorbs the Sunlight energy, melting the glaciers faster than they were intended.

The fires of Greenland have taken hold because of many thick layers of peat moss covering the ground in that region. The thickened layers of moss are usually covered by snow and ice which prevents it from smoldering.

However, the “Permafrost” protection has melted faster than predicted, allowing these peat moss fires to smolder for long periods of time.

Oregon, according to Weilbacher, has now been gripped by one of the worst wildfires in recent memory. These lost headlines of horrible events have chased and caused the evacuation of thousands of “Eclipse-Chasing-Tourists” during the eye-opening event of a little more than a week ago.

During a brutal heatwave earlier this summer, the Pacific Northwest have sorely labored; the Mercury hitting a sizzling 104 degrees in Seattle and 107 in Portland, regions that purportedly foregoes air-conditioning its not needed – until now.

In ‘South Asia,’ ‘India,’ and especially ‘Pakistan,’ Weilbacher reports scorching temperatures have become commonplace due to “Climate Change” and “Global Warming!” This past month of June, in the remote Pakistani town of ‘Turbat,’ the temps have been recorded at 130 degrees plus…a record for Asia and the third highest temperatures ever recorded on this planet Earth!

“Peoples’ sandals have been grabbed while walking on the melting asphalt covering the region’s roadways. The reporter goes on to say that about 5,000 people have been killed by heatwaves of the last four to five years.

Lucifer,” has gripped Europe’s continent during the most recent summer heatwaves. Nearly half of Spain was placed under emergency alert during times when the numbers reach 111 degrees or higher.

A mountain resort called “Slovenia,” of ‘Vogel,’ experienced its first “Tropical Night.” Overnight temperatures in this high-mountain town has never before endured temps above 68 degrees.

Its been said that ‘Lucifer’ most likely exacerbated Europe’s wildfire activity during the summer seasons. Portugal reported a raging forest fire back in June that killed a great deal of people. Many of those people died trapped in their cars.

In France, last month, more than 20,000 people had to be evacuated during a July heatwave and wildfire threats.

The people of this continent named the summer heatwave “Lucifer” because of the unprecedented deadly heat, heat “The Likes of Which No One Has Ever Seen Before!”

July 2017, worldwide, according to climate scientists, has tied for the hottest month ever recorded. They have all agreed with the calculations of this year’s incredibly high odds of this heatwave as being the 2nd or 3rd hottest years ever.

Meteorologists also report that 16 of the 17 hottest years have occurred between the year 2000 and 2016. This also means that this is the third consecutive record breaking year of breaking the temp record. In the last thirty-two years, every month since February 1985, the average surface temp of the planet has been higher than the century’s average, wrote Weilbacher, Friday, 8.25.17, The Leader, News, pg. 11, Mt. Airy Times Express.

The people of ‘Turbat, Pakistan,’ have also been reported to say that “It’s gotten so hot that people here said there is no difference between Turbat and Hell – It’s like a fire was burning all of the time outside!”

The Climate Change Report was Leaked,” Weilbacher says, “To the press the day the current resident of the ‘White House’ used the phrase “Fire and Fury” regarding North Korea, which had just fired another missile.

While the current resident on Capital Hill was wholeheartedly and roundly criticized for ramping up the heat, the phrase is oddly attached to the issue of “climate change.”

Could this all be considered a trend or a coincidence?

While this fella in the ‘White House’ Claims not to believe in climate change, the raw data is neither “fake news” nor an “alternate truth.” Like all things scientific – its measurable and observable!

“No one is in denial of the August 21st “Total Solar Eclipse” of 2017 in America. Like climate change, methods and tools of science predict it!”

~ Neil DeGrasse, Astronomer ~

The 8.25.17 report also recorded a multi-agency government report on climate change that was leaked because scientists were worried that the report’s conclusions would be scrubbed or scratched. The report continued to say the publication noted it is “extremely likely” that more than half of the world’s global average temperature rise since 1951 is linked to human behavior, concluding that “evidence for a changing climate abounds, from the top of the atmosphere to the depths of the oceans.”

The exhaustive climate reports are published every four years. One of the government’s so-called leaders in the review process who regularly follows the procedure is supposed to be the president’s science adviser.

However, the guy sitting in the ‘oval office’ – doesn’t have a “Science Adviser!”

Was “Hurricane Harvey” (for that matter, all of the weather related catastrophes’ of late – particularly in the southern regions of the US) an act of GOD…Or a punishment to mankind?

Now in light of all that has been said and done by the current governmental administration…what’s it gonna be, “The Fire or The Fury?”

Mike, I absolutely agree with you. Should we not be taking another look at the “25th Amendment?”

 

…So much for human intervention.

 

 

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Hebrewism is the ideology of Hebraic reconstructionism which is the reconstruction and restoration of the ancient Hebraic religion.
There is also a religion called Judaism, a set of ideas about the world and the way we should live our lives that is called “Judaism.” It is studied in Religious Studies courses and taught to Jewish children in Hebrew schools.
Black or Ethiopian Jews also known as Beta Israel and sometimes called Falashas were virtually unknown, disrespected, and unrecognized in America.

While many of us don’t truly believe that the ‘Bible’ speaks to and of us, there exists the mythology and mysticism of who is and who isn’t a Hebrew or a Jew. Many believe that Judaism and Hebrewism is one and the same.

Well I’m here to tell you that belief is extraordinarily to the contrary – “It’s Not The Things You Know, its The Things You Know That Just Ain’t So!”

~(R.B., Philadelphia Black Talk Radio)~

Africa, Egypt, and Israel have hosted and sprouted a vast number of Black People and Hebrew Cultures that have transcended the worlds continents and its PEOPLE! Do you know who you are? From where You have come? Did you learn to become ignorant in America’s Scholastic Endeavor to KEEP YOU BLIND AND IGNORANT TO YOUR PAST, YOUR PEOPLE, AND YOUR HERITAGE?

Do not fear…there are those of us who know this and that about a few things that you, your children, friends, and families should know – Learn and Remember for the sake of your existence, future, and posterity!

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According to ‘Judaism 101,’ many people who call themselves Jews do not believe in that religion at all! More than half of all Jews in Israel today call themselves “secular,” and don’t believe in God or any of the religious beliefs of Judaism. Half of all Jews in the United States don’t belong to any synagogue. They may practice some of the rituals of Judaism and celebrate some of the holidays, but they don’t think of these actions as religious activities.

Hebraic Reconstructionism believes in the ideology of Hebraic reconstructionism which is the reconstruction and restoration of the ancient Hebraic religion. It is said that Hebrewism is very similar to Judaism, but is quite distinct at the same moment. Judaism is different from the ancient Hebraic religion and it derives its doctrine by rabbinic sources while Hebrewism rejects those sources and derives its doctrine by solely the Tanakh, also known as the Hebraic Bible. Our doctrine is more aligned with Karaism which solely believes in the Tanakh as well, but isn’t based on reconstruction of the ancient Hebraic religion, unlike Hebrewism. It could even be said Hebrewism is a sect of Karaism since most of our doctrine comes from it.

A Hebraic reconstructionist, or just Hebrew, Neo-Hebrew, Hebrewist, or Eberite for short, is someone who believes in the one true Elohim of the Hebrews, the reconstruction of the ancient Hebraic religion, and in the Torah, Nevi’im, Ketuvim, also known as the Tanakh. They believe all mandatory doctrine solely comes from the Tanakh and all other traditions are optional as long it does not conflict with the Tanakh. If they were already circumcised before, then they would just start following and interpreting the Tanakh in its plain meaning. If they weren’t circumcised before, then they would undergo circumcision and also follow the Tanakh in its plain meaning. If your former belief caused you to break the Tanakh, you would repent of your sins against it.

Hebrews believe in the one true Elohim of the Hebrews, the reconstruction of the ancient Hebraic Culture and religion, and in the Torah, Nevi’im, Ketuvim, also known as the Tanakh. We believe all mandatory doctrine solely comes from the Tanakh and all other traditions are optional as long it does not conflict with the Tanakh.
http://hebrewism.weebly.com/

Who are Ashkenazic Jews?

Ashkenazic Jews are the Jews of France, Germany, and Eastern Europe and their descendants. The adjective “Ashkenazic” and corresponding nouns, Ashkenazi (singular) and Ashkenazim (plural) are derived from the Hebrew word “Ashkenaz,” which is used to refer to Germany. Most American Jews today are Ashkenazim, descended from Jews who emigrated from Germany and Eastern Europe from the mid-1800s to the early 1900s.

Who are Sephardic Jews?
Sephardic Jews are the Jews of Spain, Portugal, North Africa and the Middle East and their descendants. The adjective “Sephardic” and corresponding nouns Sephardi (singular) and Sephardim (plural) are derived from the Hebrew word “Sepharad,” which refers to Spain.

The Yiddish language, which many people think of as the international language of Judaism, is really the language of Ashkenazic Jews. Sephardic Jews have their own international language: Ladino, which was based on Spanish and Hebrew in the same way that Yiddish was based on German and Hebrew.

There are some Jews who do not fit into this Ashkenazic/Sephardic distinction. Yemenite Jews, Ethiopian Jews (also known as Beta Israel and sometimes called Falashas), and Asian Jews also have some distinct customs and traditions. These groups, however, are relatively small and virtually unknown in America.

Sephardic Jews are often subdivided into Sephardim, from Spain and Portugal, and Mizrachim, from the Northern Africa and the Middle East. The word “Mizrachi” comes from the Hebrew word for Eastern. There is much overlap between the Sephardim and Mizrachim. Until the 1400s, the Iberian Peninsula, North Africa and the Middle East were all controlled by Muslims, who generally allowed Jews to move freely throughout the region. It was under this relatively benevolent rule that Sephardic Judaism developed. When the Jews were expelled from Spain in 1492, many of them were absorbed into existing Mizrachi communities in Northern Africa and the Middle East, quotes ‘Judaism 101.’

Historically, it is also recorded that Sephardic Jews have been more integrated into the local non-Jewish culture than Ashkenazic Jews. In the Christian lands where Ashkenazic Judaism flourished, the tension between Christians and Jews was great, and Jews tended to be isolated from their non-Jewish neighbors, either voluntarily or involuntarily. In the Islamic lands where Sephardic Judaism developed, there was less segregation and oppression. Sephardic Jewish thought and culture was strongly influenced by Arabic and Greek philosophy and science.

Mizrachi: Descendants of Jews from North Africa and the Middle East
• Other subgroups are Yemenite, Ethiopian and Oriental
http://www.jewfaq.org/judaism.htm
http://www.jewfaq.org/ashkseph.htm

Research and discoveries unfold continuously revealing the nature and true origins of mankind, especially Black People. Many authors and writers have gone above and beyond the call to eradicate the existence, heritage, and contributions to the world by Majestic, Historical, and Original Black Civilizations and Cultures primarily because much of the world’s knowledge and wisdom is derived from this EARTHLY BLACK LEADERSHIP!

Til Next Time…

In Pride, Justice, Truth, Peace, and Love,

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“The Hard Way”

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

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“The human body is more than 60 percent water. Blood is 92 percent water, the brain and muscles are 75 percent water, and bones are about 22 percent water.”

“While most of us make frivolous decisions about the differences and benefits of whether to use ‘Hard-Water or Soft-Water’ to suit our accustomed needs and comforts, there exists a small American Town that has not those luxuries…”

 

President Barack Obama said of the crisis, “What is inexplicable and inexcusable is once people figured out that there was a problem there, and that there was lead in the water, the notion that immediately families weren’t notified; things weren’t shut down. That shouldn’t happen anywhere.”

 

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On many occasions, I have heard many people complain about the rain. They have referred to it as “Bad Weather,” “A Bleak and Dismal Day,” or “It’s Just Horrible Outside With All That Rain!”

My question to you is ‘How Many of You Know of Anyone Who Can Live Without Water?’

 

Can You?

 

Back in the day, there was a movie made about contaminating the drinking water of a selected group of people in order to cull the herd, if not completely eliminating them. How many of you remember the movie “Three The Hard Way?” The film starred ‘Fred Williamson,’ ‘Jim Brown,’ and Jim Kelly.’ I can also recall that I’ve mentioned this film in reference not long ago in another posting. The film suggested a method to a pro-white group and/or groups of how to disseminate the hated target group of people who happened to be of color.

 

The covert scientists who worked for the hate group(s) came up with a chemical that would eradicate only the people of color – particularly ‘Black People!’ All one had to do was add this chemical to the drinking water supply of the targeted group. The hate group who happened to emulate the ‘KKK’ with the arm bands and brown-shirted uniforms of Nazi origins and regimes were dispatched to all of the U.S. cities with large Black populations. They were directed to go out to all the water reservoirs and add the time released chemical into the water at the water treatment plants and facilities.

The heroic threesome, who happened to hear of the plot by an escaped run-away near-dead young Black testing prisoner; took it upon themselves to save the people due to lack of response by the governing officials across the land.

 

If you had no clean, clear, and safe water to consume, what would you do? How would you live? Who would you blame for the catastrophe? How would you right this wrong?

 

In a little town in Michigan, there is an existing water crisis… The majority of its people are Black, Poor-Whites, and many other People of Color. Brother Al Sharpton has mentioned bathing. “It’s not just about the drinking water and the cooking water – what about the bathing water?” Flint Michigan’s water troubles began several years back – 2013 was when this disaster came to light. The governor and his cabinet are said to be the responsible party. The governor has since apologized and taken responsibility. But is it too little too late? Was this horrific situation purely an accident or a sinister and insidious plot to eliminate the problematic people of Flint Michigan and possibly other American cities and towns?

 

How did this come to pass – What caused this situation is the first place?

 

Let us start at the beginning…

 

~ The Flint Water Crisis ~

 

“The Flint water crisis is a drinking water contamination crisis in Flint, Michigan (United States) that started in April 2014.

 

After the change in source from treated Lake Huron water (via Detroit) to the Flint River, the city’s drinking water had a series of problems that culminated with lead contamination, creating a serious public health danger. The corrosive Flint River water caused lead from aging pipes to leach into the water supply, causing extremely elevated levels of lead. As a result, between 6,000 and 12,000 residents had severely high levels of lead in the blood and experienced a range of serious health problems. The water change is also a possible cause of an outbreak of Legionnaires’ disease in the county that has killed 10 people and affected another 77.

 

On November 13, 2015, four families filed a federal class action lawsuit in the United States District Court for the Eastern District of Michigan in Detroit against Governor Rick Snyder and thirteen other city and state officials, and three separate people filed a similar suit in state court two months later, and four more lawsuits were filed after that. Separately, the United States Attorney’s Office for the Eastern District of Michigan and the Michigan Attorney General’s office opened investigations. On January 5, 2016, the city was declared to be in a state of emergency by the Governor of Michigan, before President Obama declared the crisis as a federal state of emergency, authorizing additional help from the Federal Emergency Management Agency and the Department of Homeland Security less than two weeks later.

 

Four government officials—one from the City of Flint, two from the Michigan Department of Environmental Quality, and one from the Environmental Protection Agency—resigned over the mishandling of the crisis, and Snyder issued an apology to citizens, while promising money to Flint for medical care and infrastructure upgrades.”

 

History of Flint water supply:

Before 2014

Return to Detroit water

Lead exposure findings

Possible link to Legionnaires’ disease spike

Inquiries, investigations, resignations, and release of documents

State of emergency and emergency responses

Lawsuits

Political responses

Media and other responses

Celebrity and corporate donations

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flint_water_crisis

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‘Water Crisis in Flint, Michigan, Draws Federal Investigation’

By

Greg Botelho, Sarah Jorgensen and Joseph Netto, CNN

 

“The health effects listed in the class-action suit include: skin lesions, hair loss, and high levels of lead in the blood, vision loss, memory loss, depression and anxiety.

 

Keith John Pemberton and his wife, Jacqueline, who are in their late 60s, allege in court documents that they suffered property damage because of the corrosive water, loss of value in their home, skin lesions and “psychological disorders such as depression, chronic anxiety and an inability to cope with normal stress.” These conditions, according to the suit, were the result of bathing, washing and normal household activities.”

http://www.cnn.com/2016/01/05/health/flint-michigan-water-investigation/

 

‘What Went Wrong In Flint’

By

Anna Maria Barry-Jester

 

“I drank the water for eight or nine months,” John said. “In the poor parts of town, those people drank it for one and a half years. Some still are.”

 

“Today, we know that those health concerns include poisoning from a well-understood neurotoxin: lead. That realization has led to international outrage, protests from Flint residents, and the resignation of several federal, state and local employees, though not as many as some Flint residents would like. More than a year after residents started sounding alarm bells, it’s now clear that employees at the state’s Department of Environmental Quality collected insufficient data and ignored the warning signs visible in what they did collect. In the process, they allowed the residents of Flint to be poisoned.

 

Dozens of Flint’s residents who had been gathering data and information for nearly a year knew something wasn’t right. While state and federal agencies almost obsessively focused on proving that they were meeting federal regulations, rather than taking a deeper look at whether Flint’s drinking water was safe, residents begged them to pay attention to the valuable data they’d collected through their bodies and research. There was power in finally having irrefutable proof, and finally having someone listen.”

http://fivethirtyeight.com/features/what-went-wrong-in-flint-water-crisis-michigan/

 

‘Water Bills in Poisoned Flint an ‘Outrage,’ Attorney General Says’

by

Tracy Connor and Lisa Riordan Seville

 

Michigan’s top prosecutor said Monday that it’s an “outrage” that residents of Flint are being forced to pay for water that’s unsafe to drink — and his office may take action to stop the billing.

 

“Words can barely describe this tragedy. Things went terribly wrong,” AG Bill Schuette said. “I would certainly not bathe a newborn child or a young infant in this bad water and if you can’t drink the bad water you shouldn’t pay for it.”

 

Although the city has now switched back to Detroit’s water supply, health officials say so much damage was done that the water coming out of the taps is still not safe for children in the economically depressed city, where water bills average $140 a month, according to the Flint Journal.

 

Many residents of Flint — where 40 percent of the residents live in poverty and the average household income is just $25,000 — are relying on donated bottled water.

http://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/flint-water-crisis/water-bills-poisoned-flint-outrage-attorney-general-says-n503851

 

“The Heroic Professor Who Helped Uncover The Flint Lead Water Crisis​ Has Been Asked To Fix It!”

 

It was Prof. Marc Edwards, 51, who more than a decade earlier proved, along with an investigation by The Washington Post, that corrosion in the nation’s capital’s pipes had caused lead to seep into the water supply and pass through kitchen faucets and shower heads. After helping to expose that water crisis in 2004, he spent six years challenging the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention to admit they weren’t being honest about the extent of the damage the lead had on children.

 

In 2010 it was proven that the CDC had lied to the public in a misleading report, which falsely claimed lead levels in the water had not posed a health risk to D.C. residents.

 

In April, 2015 a woman named Leeanne Walters, a Flint, Mich., stay-at-home mother who was getting nowhere convincing state and local officials that there was something seriously wrong with the orange-tinted water coming out of her tap. Her family’s hair was thinning. Her son’s skin was red and irritated. They told her the water was perfectly safe. And even months later, when it had been determined there were high traces of lead in her water; the officials shrugged it off as an isolated problem.

 

Desperately, she called Edwards, whom she had read about online. Over the phone, he walked her through how to take her own water samples. The next day she sent them FedEx to Edwards to test. It was the worst lead levels he had ever seen.

 

Bruce Lanphear, a professor at Simon Fraser University and also an expert in lead toxicity, said Edwards not only studies the impact of lead in water, but he makes his testing available to communities in need, like he did in Flint.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/inspired-life/wp/2016/01/26/meet-the-heroic-professor-who-helped-uncover-the-flint-lead-water-crisis/

 

 

“Flint Water Almost Like ‘Gas Chambers for Jews!”

says ‘Al Sharpton!’

http://www.mlive.com/news/flint/index.ssf/2015/03/al_sharptons_national_action_n_2.html

 

“While an investigation is obviously needed, it remains to be seen just how thorough this will be and whether or not there are any conflicts of interest involved. In the meantime, the residents of Flint — majority African-American and 40 percent who are below the poverty line — continue to suffer. Last week, Gov. Rick Snyder stated in an interview that the water crisis was his “Katrina.”

 

“Democratically elected officials were displaced and replaced with emergency management people who cut a deal and sent contaminated river water that corroded pipelines and exposed residents to toxic levels of lead. Gov. Snyder’s administration ignored this problem since 2014, and in terms of direct action, politics and policies, the Flint crisis might just be even worse than Katrina.

In areas like Flint and Detroit, there is a history of emergency managers taking control of Black cities from local authorities. When that local power is taken away from city councils, mayors, etc., the residents have less input over decisions that directly impact them and their neighborhoods. As the citizens of both Flint and Detroit will often say, the emergency managers are more concerned with cutting costs than with the actual welfare of the community. In Detroit, some schools are still suffering both academically and financially after emergency management failed to resolve issues and failed students and their families. In Flint, drinking water became contaminated with lead in April of 2014 and Gov. Snyder did not declare a state of emergency until Jan. 5 of this year. That is simply outrageous and a grave miscarriage of justice.”

 

“If they cannot drink it, cook with it and more, why should they have to pay for it? And who is going to pay for the health costs of all of those impacted by this tragedy? These are long-term issues that must be dealt with, but before we even get to that, the crisis itself must be resolved. The people of Flint are still suffering with no clear answer as to when their water will be safe again. And while we welcome an independent investigation, there must be accountability, period.

 

On February 3, Gov. Snyder will appear before Congress, and many of us will be outside and visible, because the citizens of Flint are not invisible and they deserve justice.”

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rev-al-sharpton/flint-response—worse-th_b_9070974.html

 

…Meanwhile, here in ‘Philly’:

 

“WEST PHILADELPHIA MAN & FRIENDS TAKE 50K BOTTLES OF WATER TO FLINT!”

By

Chad Pradelli

 

A West Philadelphia man and his friends have taken their own action to make an impact on the Flint water crisis.

 

It started with a phone call.

 

“They said, ‘Hey Neo, we got to do something for Flint, Michigan.’ I said, ‘What do you want to do?'” Nehemiah Davis said.

 

What they’d do – despite a blizzard, despite 600 miles of roadway, and despite little money – is pack two huge trucks with bottled water and deliver it to the people of Flint, who’ve been poisoned by lead tainted water.

 

They made it happen in just a couple of days.

 

“People came up and, literally, we had 500 to 600 cases on the ground. We wound up renting another U-Haul,” Davis said.

 

Nehemia and his partners had an initial goal of delivering 10,000 bottles of water to the needy people of Flint, but instead he delivered 50,000 bottles.

 

“For us to be able to provide them water so their kids could bathe, so their kids could drink, so their kids could brush their teeth with good water, it was just awesome,” Davis said.

 

http://6abc.com/news/west-philly-man-takes-50k-bottles-of-water-to-flint/1176784/

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WATER

 

The transparent colorless liquid, H2O, which falls from the sky as rain, issues from the ground in springs, and composes three-quarters of the Earth’s surface in the form of seas, rivers, and lakes, etc. – Pure water is odorless, tasteless, transparent (although bluish in bulk) and relatively incompressible. It has a high specific heat and poor electrical conductivity. Under standard pressure it freezes (with slight expansion) to ice at 0oC and boils at 100oC giving steam. The density is a maximum at 4oC, where it is taken as exactly 1gm/cm3. Water has the chemical composition H2O, ionizing as H2O=H+OH.

 

WATER AND EARTH

 

Three-quarters of the Earth’s surface is covered with water, yet 98 percent is salt water and not fit for consumption.

Less than one percent of all the water on Earth is freshwater available for human consumption.

 

WATER AND HUMANS

 

*  The human body is more than 60 percent water. Blood is 92 percent water, the brain and muscles are 75 percent water, and bones are about 22 percent water.

 

*  A human can survive for a month or more without eating food, but only a week or so without drinking water.

 

WATER CONSUMPTION

 

*  3.9 trillion gallons of water are consumed in the United States per month. (AWWA Journal, June 2006)

 

*  The average American uses 176 gallons of water per day compared to 5 gallons of water the average African family uses each day. (www.water.org)

 

WATER PRICES

 

“The price of water is increasing–sometimes dramatically–throughout the world,” writes Edwin Clark, II in Earth Policy Institute’s latest report. Over the past five years, municipal water rates have increased by an average of 27 percent in the United States, 45 percent in Australia, 50 percent in South Africa, and 58 percent in Canada. In Tunisia, the price of irrigation water increased fourfold over a decade. Yet consumers rarely pay the actual cost of water. In fact, many governments practically (and sometimes literally) give water away.

 

The average American household consumes about 127,400 gallons of water during a year. Homeowners in Washington, DC, pay about $350 for that amount of water. Buying that same amount of water from a vendor in Guatemala City would cost more than $1,700.

 

The price people pay for water is largely determined by three factors: the cost of transportation from source to user, total demand, and price subsidies. Treatment to remove contaminants also can add to the cost.

 

A key step in moving toward more rational water management is to place a price on water that reflects its value and scarcity. Although pricing water at a reasonable cost can generate political problems in the short run, it can lead to substantial efficiencies in the longer run and eliminate drainage on government budgets. Higher prices will lead households, farmers and industries to use water more efficiently. Just as the oil price shocks of the 1970’s stimulated energy conservation, so too could pricing water to better reflect its real cost stimulate similar conservation efforts.

 

Source: Water prices rising worldwide. (2007, Spring). Resource Action Program.

http://www.waterinfo.org/resources/water-facts

 

 

What if it is true that some para-military-militia group has decided to take matters into their own hands by addressing the “Problem People?” What if the said group(s) has decided that a plan of action…a plan of such magnitude is feasible? Would you believe it? Would Law Enforcement Officials believe it if you went to them with a story such as described in the movie, “Three The Hard Way” or of a similar pre-conceived nature?  

 

~ Do You Believe in the possibility of such a ‘Terroristic Threat?’ ~

 

Water…the liquid gold of life. How we have taken it for granted… What would you do if you were the victim of ‘Flint Michigan’s’ crisis? Would you sue the government, the city, the world? How about the president? …Or would you invest every resource at your command to conserve and find more of the precious life giving fluid?

 

Maybe the next time it rains, snows, hails, or sleets, you will not be so eager to call it bad or foul weather.

 

When was the last time you drank water from the tap? Was it good-tasting? Did it make you sick? What was the color of your tap water if you live in the city? What is its’ color if you live in a rural area of the country? Is the advent of bottled water a pre-conceived plan of some sinister plot or government entity?

 

All of the citizen groups who have banded together and pooled their efforts to help the residents of Flint Michigan and those who suffer a similar circumstance are too be commended for their humanity.

 

The next time you step into the shower and take a drink of nice clean and clear water, think of the folk in Flint Michigan and those around the world who cannot partake the pleasure of plain simple water.

 

 

 

Til Next Time….

 

 

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“The Conch Shell”

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Gregory V. Boulware

‘Anthology of An Essayist II: Total Comprehensive Compositions‘

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The Conch Shell:

An emblem of power, authority, and sovereignty, whose blast banishes evil spirits, avert natural disasters, and scare away poisonous creatures.

“A Legacy of Money Cannot Replace A Heritage of Dignity!”

If there were advanced races in the galaxy…even by the standards of western writers, they would, at some point…destroy themselves – if the technological advancement far outweighed their own spiritual development and cultivation.

The primary of spirituality over technology is the key to comprehending how Africa accomplished what it did.

The knowledge resides in the womb of a rejected people and a (their) way of life. Thus, Africa reminds ‘US’“Man (Woman) Know Thyself!”

Planning – Organizing – Staffing – Directing – Controlling

Human Skills – Technical Skills – Conceptual Skills

IT/BI

History continues to show America and the World has always been rescued, salvaged, and resuscitated by people of color. One of the many world wars was rescued by African Americans with the knowledge and ability to step up to the plate – Lead, Direct, Teach, and Set Examples for ALL.

Albeit, the prediction, the prophesized, the anticipated time has come to pass, I wonder how many will now clutch their handbags when I walk into an elevator; when I stand or sit beside them?

“Yes We Can” has changed to “Yes We Did” which has morphed into “Our Time Has Come!” “The Time Is Now!” Many Black (Persons of Color) personalities and leaders who were labeled as such, have said it in the past, “We Can’t Wait” have found the wait to be well worth it.

“THE TIME HAS COME!”

Less we forget, one must take pride in ones-self in order to gain the respect of others.

In light of the events that have, I think, brought pride, belief, and hope back into the life-line of the American Populace; I was reminded of some text that was shared among a few of my colleagues while studying at the Berean Institute. The author was unknown. I have attempted to locate this person who wrote a profound passage that has and shall remain engrained in my mind and I think in the minds of a few others as well. The following passage resonates with many men (and women) of color as well as the identification of the text therein:

“The Un-Obscure”

http://blackinamerica.com/content/114073/the-un-obscure

Will our profound and promising direction make a change as well as an impression; an example for the entire world to see the truth of it? Will the overcoming of inhibition make a difference… a correction in the lives…in the minds of people? We shall see!

Til Next Time…

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Technology, Innovations, and Information have their places….but what about Wisdom, Spirituality, and Consciousness…where do they fit in today’s “hurry-up and satisfy me quick” society?

‘The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals’

The children of Seth went astray and fell. And when Enoch, Methuselah, Lamech, and Noah saw them, their hearts suffered. They wept and sought God’s mercy and to bring them out of wickedness. Altogether, not one of our fathers or their children remained on the Holy Mountain except three; Methuselah, Lamech, and Noah. All the rest went down from the Holy Mountain and fell into sin with the children of Cain.

‘TOMORROW IS BEYOND TODAY AS YESTERDAY WAS IN THE PAST’

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Gregory V. Boulware

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/tomorrow-beyond-today-yesterday-past-gregory-boulware

Yahushua/Jesus Once Said to the People:

“There was once a landlord who planted a vineyard. He rented it out to tenants and left home for a long time. When the time came to gather the grapes, he sent a slave to the tenants to receive from them his share of the harvest.

 The tenants beat the slave and sent him away without anything. The landlord sent a second slave. The tenants shamefully beat him, wounded him, embarrassed him, and threw him out. He sent a third and the same happened to him.

 The landlord thought what shall I do? I’ll send my son, they surely will respect him. He sent his son. When they saw his son coming – they said let’s kill him and his property shall be ours!

 So they threw him out of the vineyard and killed him. What then will the owner do to those tenants? He will come and kill the tenants and give the vineyard to other tenants.”

God was angry with the people and gave them an opportunity to clean up their act…to do the right thing…and they didn’t.

At the Tower of Babel mankind tried to make itself great and independent of God, so God confused man’s language. At Pentecost, God showed that men, even descendants of Canaan, can only be brought together in Him.

http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Spirit-of-The-Soul-and-The-Death-of-Morals:-Whence-Comest-Thou?&id=6821098

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Arimasa Kubo and Marta Fernandez contributed content to the second part of ‘The Eye of Cain’ in the article, “The Hebrew-Israelites and Ancient Japan”-“Israelites Came To Ancient Japan.“

It appears that no other country but Japan has a festival illustrating the biblical story of Abraham and Isaac. This tradition appears to provide strong evidence that the ancient Israelites came to ancient Japan.

The Crest of the Imperial House of Japan Is the Same As That Found On the Gate of Jerusalem.

The crest of the Imperial House of Japan is a round mark in the shape of a flower with 16 petals. The current shape appears as a chrysanthemum (mum), but scholars say that in ancient times, it appeared similar to a sunflower. The sunflower appearance is the same as the mark at Herod’s gate in Jerusalem. The crest at Herod’s gate also has 16 petals. This crest of the Imperial House of Japan has existed since very ancient times. The same mark as the one at Herod’s gate is found on the relics of Jerusalem from the times of the Second Temple, and also on Assyrian relics from the times of B. C. E.

The term BC is short for “Before Christ.” Historical dates before the birth of Christ become smaller as they approach the theoretical but non-existent Year Zero. Historical dates after the birth of Christ are classified as AD, short for the Latin phrase Anno Domini, or “in the year of our Lord.” Contrary to popular belief, AD does not stand for “After Death.” The BC/AD system for identifying historical dates has been in continuous use ever since the earliest part of the Middle Ages, at least.

Several centuries after the AD/BC identification of historical dates became popular, a new movement developed among scientists, historians and some religious leaders. The time following the birth of Christ was now referred to as the “Vulgar Era” in some circles. The meaning of the word vulgar actually meant ‘common’ at that time, not distasteful or obscene. Eventually many areas of the Western world adopted the less Christ-centered term “Common Era.” Historical dates occurring before the year 1 CE would be considered BCE, short for “Before Common Era.”

The relatively new BCE/CE reference for historical dates has had its share of supporters and critics. Critics view the new system as an attempt to remove the religious significance inherent in the BC/AD system. The BCE/CE method of assigning historical dates also fails to fix the BC/AD system’s lack of a practical Year Zero. Modern scholars believe the actual birth of Christ would fall around 7 to 4 BC, which renders the actual year of 1 AD relatively meaningless historically.

Supporters of the BCE/CE method of identifying historical dates say the removal of Christian references works as a bridge between different religions and cultures. The BC/AD system appears to endorse Jesus Christ as the superior world religious figure, which could be viewed as disrespectful of other religions and belief structures. Although the birth of Christ is still used as a reference in the BCE/CE system, the Christian influence is not as apparent.

Some have argued that the religious significance of the BC/AD method has already been largely forgotten, so the need for change is not readily apparent. The use of BCE/CE is still quite limited, although some experts see it becoming the dominant means of identifying historical dates within a century or two.

http://www.wisegeek.org/what-is-the-difference-between-ad-bc-bce-and-ce-in-identifying-historical-dates.htm

In the Hebrew Scriptures, the words “clean” and “unclean” often appear. Europeans and Americans are not familiar with this concept, but the Japanese understand it. A central concept of Shinto is to value cleanness and to avoid uncleanness. This concept probably came from ancient Israel.

In the ark of the covenant of ancient Israel, there were stone tablets of God’s Ten Commandments, a jar of manna and the rod of Aaron. These were not idols, but objects to show that it was the holy place where the invisible God comes down.

Jacob once saw in a dream the angels of God ascending and descending between the heaven and the earth (Genesis 28:12), when Jacob was given a promise of God that his descendants would inherit the land of Canaan.

It is possible to think that the myths of Kojiki and Nihon-shoki, the Japanese chronicles written in the 8th century, were originally based on Biblical stories but later added with various pagan elements. Even it might be possible to think that the Japanese mythology was originally a kind of genealogy, which showed that the Japanese are descendants from Jacob, Joseph, and Ephraim.

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http://thehebrew-israelitesandjapan.blogspot.com/

 The entire planet is caught up in this menagerie of violence, mass killing, greed, jealousy, accusations, lies, deceit, condemnation, and chaos. It seems the nations, countries, and people of this planet are suffering from selective amnesia. How soon (and not) we forget the history of mankind, i.e., “Shem, Ham, Japheth, Noah’s Ark, Sodom and Gomorra.”

In this world of multiple and implemented ill practiced divisive, seperative, man-made religions; speaking as a believer-descendent of the Hebrew Culture, “House of Judah” and Supporter of Homo-Sapien Kinship, why is it this particular group of people (Israel) are looked upon with such hatred? “Gog”, of the land of “Magog”, the chief prince of “Meshech” and “Tubal”, specifically illustrates this hatred.

Jennifer Rast offers an excellent rendition of a viable theory and/or analysis of reasons this occurrence has come to pass…or at least in the making.

Ezekiel 38 through 39 tells of a future invasion of Israel by a vast coalition of nations that surround it. As we read the headlines in the newspapers of today, and witness the conflict in the Middle East, it’s not hard to imagine that this invasion prophesied over 2600 years ago, could be fulfilled in our lifetime. The war at the end of the tribulation, known as Armageddon, is a world war. Revelation tells us that this battle will involve all nations.

Persia is a pretty easy one. In 539 B.C. the Persians conquered the city of Babylon. You only need look at a map of the ancient Persian Empire to see that it was centered in the nation known today as Iran. In fact Iran was called Persia until 1935 when it was changed to Iran and then to the Islamic Republic of Iran in 1979 during the Iranian Revolution.

‘The good news is that God wins’

There will be an earthquake so great that people all over the world will tremble. In the ensuing chaos, nations will begin to turn on each other. The confusion will lead to the largest case of death by friendly fire ever seen. Verse 22 of Ezekiel tells us that there will be plagues, torrents of rain, hailstones, and burning sulfur, just as God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. Once again, God will make it known to all the nations that He is the Lord!

This war will pave the way for the Antichrist’s military rule over the world and his demand that the world worship him as God.

Have you at least once, questioned the existence of Black Hierarchy in the World?

We are living and have witnessed the fulfillment of one prophecy…the coming of a dark complected World Leader…President of the United States, “Barack Obama!”

 “One of Many Great African Kings!”

 “Ghana was influenced by Arab traders and was actually divided into two towns, one being Muslim, the other housing the king and traditional society. The traditional society was pagan and worshipped idols. However, many of the king’s officials were Muslim so Arabic writing was used to record information. Also, Arab architecture, such as mosques were present in the Muslim town.

Although some schools were in existence, much of the education was passed down through “Griots,” or storytellers. In the evening, people would gather around to hear the Griots and would learn about their traditions.”

~’King Tenkamenin’~

https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2013/06/18/one-of-many-great-african-kings/

 

Innovation, creativity, technology, ideology, science, politics, and power have no real and lasting conclusion as to the future of mankind without the teaching and obeying of the laws of the ‘Spirit and the Soul.’

So if there is truly a ‘TOMORROW BEYOND TODAY AS YESTERDAY WAS IN THE PAST,’ take a lesson…take heed…and follow the truth in your heart. The answer to your spiritual hunger is fed only by GOD as it is recorded forever inside you and…

“The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals”

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 ~Pharaoh ‘Taharqa’ of Cush/Kush-Nubia, the 25th Dynasty~

https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2015/03/24/in-light-of-cushkush-the-dark/

 

 

Thank you for your indulgences.

 

Til Next Time…

 

In Peace and Love,

 

Greg.

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‘Selfie Renditions’

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One of the rules of marketing is to promote goods, services, or ideas.

The marketing concept as we know it did not always exist. It has evolved over the years. The value created in the process is when marketing makes a good service available where the consumer wants it. The number one priority is to produce a good to keep up with demand. One definition of marketing is a group of interrelated activities designed to identify consumer needs and develop, distribute, promote, and price goods and services to satisfy these needs. Buying and selling, are activities that relay products to their intended users. Each consumer buys for his or her personal use or needs, while other parties must perform buying functions that lead up to the final sale.

Marketing has value to both businesses and consumers. The customer and the customer’s needs come first.

Tavis Smiley of ‘PBS’ boasted of ‘Self-Publication’ of all his books and media material. So it should be obvious that he is a proponent of self-publication. This practice allows the author true ‘authorship’ and ownership – ‘Sole Propriety’ of his or her material. Selfie Renditions are today’s norm for many authors and writers. The wide open free range of the Internet allows for such activity without the reigns of publishing house approval especially if you are of the so-called underprivileged section of the universe. People/Authors who are well-to-do have published their own materials almost forever without the approval of publishing professionals worldwide. “Starving Artists” are almost always seeking the backing of promoters, publishers, editors, and silent partners to market their wares in the quest for publicity and profitability.

 “Self-Promotion is essential to the self-published author as much as it is to conventional authors who are promoted by their publishers.”

Many authors of yesteryear were basically self-published. They didn’t have a real choice in the matter. There wasn’t money to pay professional printers to publish and promote their messages. William Still and many other self-educated pioneers did “Selfies” to get the word out to the community. Many “Free-Press” operations were self-published authors and promoters in their own right. They got the word out without the generalization of professional printers, publishers, or promoters – they did it themselves. Many of these “Grass-Root” groups did have some equipment that aided in their publishing endeavors. Others simply relied on supporters who had the know-how. Either way, the word got out to the intended audiences – and they did it their way.

Within the world of information technology / computer science, the structures, formats, platforms, applications, hardware, and/or vendors are service oriented architecture based programming. The programming is designed to meet the needs and/or offer some type of business service. Be it entertainment, news media or query data. Information and the business of information apply. Technical skill sets include knowledge and ability to use, the process, practices, techniques, and tools of the specialty area of software/hardware expertise.

“You do not need to have a degree in IT or BI to be successful in IT, but you do need to have an interest and an aptitude for math and logic. In fact, many if not most of the people that I have worked with as application programmers, software engineers, database administrators and systems analyst do not have computer science degrees.

Many either minored in CS (like me), have degrees in engineering or life sciences. In most cases, opportunities are given based on skill level and not educational background.”

Volume 2 of Technical and Career-Minded Data and Information for the Tech-Starved learning learner… Whereas, on the twenty-second day of September, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-two, a proclamation was issued by the President of the United States. “This is a command or instruction for everyone; in return for the greatest blessings and the greatest amount of the grace.” The Census Bureau reported that 43.6 million people lived in and or below the poverty level – 14.3% is the latest recording. I believe it’s much worse than that. “The Great Recession is officially over!” Haven’t you heard the good news? The American populace is suffering in the worst financial crisis since the “Great Depression.” It’s simply amazing how someone or some entity is constantly trying to sell you and me something. This contribution is worth the while…A must have edition to your library. A timeless tool for the young and not so young – Man, Woman, and Computer!

“Hallow” contains several short stories of the occult, science fiction, English lit, and the macabre… “Demon’s Throat” is a thriller that will take you to the edge of your seat with a twist that only a woman could love – maybe a man or two as well. This story has never before been seen or released anywhere else…

“They (the machines) were dependent on solar power. It was believed they would be unable to survive without an energy source as abundant as the sun.” “What is control?” “No one cares how it works, as long as it works!” The tribes of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi were forced out of the Land of Israel around 70 AD. This was due to the Hebrew-Roman wars that resulted in the deaths of thousands of Black Hebrew Israelites. Primarily women, men, and children were slaughtered by an over powering Army of Roman soldiers and conscripts in their Empire domain. The remnant of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi fled primarily to West Africa to escape death and prosecution around 70 AD.

“So you’re telling me is all we needed is a ‘C-4’ pack and a couple of whirly-bird yahoos to dispose of this beast, is that right Mr. Agent?” Glenn wasn’t even looking at the man. He was looking at the hole and burn scene while his gazing glances took his focused view to the ledge above. The bomb exploded with a thunderous Earth trembling boom… The flash and whoosh of the after affect caused the gas cloud to evaporate. The heat from the blast cooked the pavement, the rocks, the foliage and trees, the air and everything in a circle of about fifty-five to sixty feet. The blast and burn was a perfect circumference – a perfect and complete circle. Albeit, the blast erupted and expired as planned by the security team, there was no target. It was utterly and completely gone. They couldn’t find anything, not one bone or hair sample.

A National Guard chopper swung in overhead. It carried a large satchel. The bag contained explosives…C-4 Plastique. The bomb was much like the one used on the ‘MOVE Compound.’ Move harassed and demonized an entire community in West Philadelphia. Prior to Osage Avenue, the city had a running gun battle with MOVE when the organization occupied a house and mini-fort in ‘Powelten Village,’ also in West Philly, not very far from Osage Avenue. A cop was killed and many of the MOVE members went to jail. The authorities blew up and burned an entire neighborhood, killing several men, women, and children in the offensive assault on the building the group occupied on Osage Avenue. The tragic incident occurred under the administration of a very well-liked mayor, a few decades ago. The order went out to “Blow His Ass to Smithereens!”

“Well Dr. Caldwell, what do you think is wrong?” “I’m not sure… I might need to do a more thorough investigation to the problem at hand.” “Doc, can you please tell me what the nature of the problem is…?” “I don’t know.” “But Doc, what do you know?” “The one thing that I do know is…I don’t know. Do you know how many people are willing to admit they don’t know something?” “No Doc, how many?” “I don’t know.”

Many people on the planet profess to know just about everything.

There are those who know it all. There are those who know absolutely nothing but boast to the contrary. Haven’t you met people who know everything about anything and everything about everybody? Sure you have… You’ve wished that they would shut the hell up and be quiet. You’ve wished for certain persons to go away or learn to shut their mouths before they speak… Even better still, just shut your mouth and don’t say anything at all to anybody. I want to learn something!

 

‘HALLOW II’

-Coming Soon-

This author was encouraged and influenced by many reputable artists and authors. But none so much as the ‘Self-Published’ afficianados. So if you are considering publishing an article or book, I would encourage you to do all the necessary research and practice along with a practical observance of others before you and publish, publish, and publish some more.

Conventional publishing as opposed to ‘SELFIES?’

 

You be the judge…

 Now Go For It!

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“The One Thing I Know Is…”

In the Lab

“Well Dr. Caldwell, what do you think is wrong?”

“I’m not sure… I might need to do a more thorough investigation to the problem at hand.”

“Doc, can you please tell me what the nature of the problem is…?”

“I don’t know.”

“But Doc, what do you know?”

“The one thing that I do know is…I don’t know. Do you know how many people are willing to admit they don’t know something?”

“No Doc, how many?”

“I don’t know.”

The quote from the title refers to what the character, ‘Dr. Caldwell’ of the hit television show of the seventies fame, ‘Sanford and Son, uses in response to questions he doesn’t have the answers to.

Now, this author doesn’t practice the art of knowing everything…just makes attempts at trying to know about anything and everything. If you can dig it!

“The one thing that I do know is…How to Understand Technology!”

 

Business Intelligence (BI) and Information Technology (IT) virtually, methodically, and basically go arm-in-arm. Students who are majoring in business, i.e., administration, management, marketing, accounting, etc., will find that BI and IT have morphed into one entity. One does not do without the other.

http://ezinearticles.com/?IT-and-BI&id=714057

When a program or a computer is not operating the way that it is supposed to, we take steps to correct them…we want it fixed. When a person is sick or not behaving the way that one should, we call a doctor or a particular professional to make things right again, right? Well a patch is what IT pros (and non-pros) use to make corrections to the program or computer. They fix the things that are wrong in the program or the computer. Many would rely on a computer geek to get their PC’s up and running. That’s one of the reasons that IT personnel rely on updates to offset the possibility of glitches or malfunctions. In the case of the Matrix movie, “Neo” can be described as the patch, the thing or program that is sent to make things right. One could also interpret the Neo program as the ultimate program or an upgrade. What would the purpose of the all-seeing, all knowing Oracle represent? Can it be viewed as an “All Mighty Being?”

The cloud as we know it; a metaphor for the Internet based upon how the Internet is depicted in computer network diagrams; is a style of computing in which dynamically scalable and often virtualized resources are provided. SaaS (Service as a Software) over the Internet, as I’ve mentioned in previous postings, is the driving force.

http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Platform-On-The-Cloud&id=5458157

 

It definitely takes new tactics and skill sets in order to acquire a position in the new world of IT, Communications, and Analytics. Sentiment Analysis is gauging the mood of Social Networks and is being incorporated by companies monitoring Community-Driven Websites.

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The jobs creation claims it’s logical for Microsoft to point to the cloud providers. Tech vendors plan to double its’ workforce this year. They’re saying cloud and mobile applications are giving birth to millions of U. S. jobs.

That perplexing boast causes me to wonder; if that’s the case, why is the national unemployment rate at record highs? The United States Unemployment numbers read between eight and ten percent. These numbers are devastating to the U. S. economical system.

 

A Few Tech Definitions From A to Z:

ActiveX:

A loosely defined set of technologies developed by Microsoft. ActiveX is an outgrowth of two other Microsoft technologies called OLE (Object Linking and Embedding) and COM (Component Object Model). As a moniker, ActiveX can be very confusing because it applies to a whole set of COM-based technologies. Most people, however, think only of ActiveX controls, which represent a specific way of implementing ActiveX technologies.

Ad Hoc:

Description of Research Group:

An ad hoc network is an autonomous system of routers (and associated hosts) connected by wireless links–the union of which form an arbitrary graph. The routers are free to move randomly and organize themselves arbitrarily; thus, the network’s wireless topology may change rapidly and unpredictably. Such a network may operate in a standalone fashion, or may be connected to the larger Internet operating as a hybrid fixed/ad hoc network.

This group is concerned with the study of Ad hoc Network Systems (ANS). Ad hoc networks are complex systems, with cross-layer protocol dynamics and interactions that are not present in wired systems, most prominently between the physical, link and network (IP) layers.  The IETF community and the wider research community could benefit from research into the behavior of ad hoc networks that would enable advanced routing protocol development. This research group will endeavor to develop sufficient understanding in topic areas of interest to enable the desired protocol specification work.

ADJUDICATION:

Administrative Law; to resolve legally, rulemaking, investigation and enforcement, administrative process. The administration of law by administrative agencies.

Adjudication/Subrogation

 

DDL:

Short for Data Definition Language, DDL is a computer language that is used to define data structures. In Database Management Systems (DBMS), it is us…

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Short for Data Definition Language, DDL is a computer language that is used to define data structures. In Database Management Systems (DBMS), it is used to specify a database scheme as a set of definitions (expressed in DDL). In SQL, the Data Definition Language (DDL) allows you to create, alter, and destroy database objects.

(EZT)

PHP:

PHP is responsible for powering an extraordinarily large segment of the Web, driving significant parts of many of the world’s most trafficked websites, among them Facebook and Yahoo. Facebook’s reliance on PHP is so great that they’ve even gone so far as to create Hip-hop for PHP, a utility that converts PHP code into highly optimized C++, resulting in the ability of the Facebook API tier to double its performance while reducing CPU usage.

Distributed Denial of Service (DDOS)

Attacks The Problem:

There are several tools being distributed on compromised computers that allow vandals to remotely control those computers to launch attacks rendering a victim’s computers inoperable. The attacks of several prominent Web sites during the week of February 6-12, 2000 used these Distributed Denial of Service (DDOS) attack tools. The nature of the attack is such that it is very difficult to stop and next to impossible to prevent single-handedly. Some sites have experienced several days of downtime while trying to restore services.

The core problem is the existence of the compromised computers used to create the attack

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RSS: Rich Site Service

RSS Optional Channel Elements

In creating an RSS feed (also called an RSS document) Optional Channel Elements are tags you can include in your feed, but are not required in order for the feed to work. Optional channel elements are added in the beginning of your feed and require an open and close tag.

REAL ESTATE 101-A FEW FUNDAMENTALS

                     Real property and the law

                       Land use and Development

                       Interest in Real Estate, Legal Descriptions

                       Forms of Real Estate Ownership

                       Transfer of title

                       Landlord and Tenant Interest

                       Environmental Issues in Real Estate

                       Real Estate Taxes and Other Liens

                       Title Records

                       Real Estate Contracts

                       Real Estate Financing

                      Pa. Real Estate Licensing Law

  1. Air Rights–The right to use the open space above a property, generally allowing the surface to be used for another purpose; The rights to use the open space or vertical plane air above the land. Air rights may be redefined by the courts to include Solar Access Rights. (ex.-Tall buildings to be interfering with the smaller building’s sun rights.

REAL ESTATE LAW

FOR

HOMEOWNER & BROKER

 

ACCEPTANCE OF DEED:

The physical taking of the deed by the grantee.

ACCEPTANCE OF OFFER:

The seller’s agreement to the terms of the agreement of sale.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:

A formal declaration of one’s signature before a notary public.

ADJUSTABLE RATE MORTGAGE:

A mortgage which charges an interest rate which may rise or fall dependent on the movement of the standard by which the interest is gauged.

Diversity Training, The Do’s and Don’ts

Summary Diversity training can improve the company’s bottom line. Tailor diversity training to your needs. Don’t tolerate harassment or weak diversity efforts.

Before you roll your eyes and groan the next time your boss announces a diversity-training workshop, consider this: Diversity training, when conducted properly and under the right circumstances, can dramatically improve not only employee relations but a company’s bottom line.

This book is packed with a whole bunch of factual IT/BI data, Technical Techniques, and loaded with time tested solutions to your Information Technology Library and Study Reference. It’s the perfect learning tool for the novice or beginning Tech Student as well!

The P-O-S-D-C Of Management – A Student Aid

Students should also become familiar with the process of management and what is required to become a manager. The best managers are well informed and are acutely aware of team needs. The needs of the team are met with the managerial support reflecting alternatives and suggestions for a team coordinated solution.

http://ezinearticles.com/?The-P-O-S-D-C-Of-Management—A-Student-Aid&id=3885372

Pupils need every available edge when it comes to studies, whether they know it or not. They should take advantage of every bit of information available, i.e., research articles, white papers, periodicals, magazines, and yes…blogs.

“I was working as a ‘Database Insurance Analyst’ for an insurance company in Blue Bell, Pa., in a contractor capacity, when I wondered what would happen if someone hadn’t shown me how this all worked, you know, computers. I was highly prepared to “hit the ground running” when I walked in the door!”

 

This new book by Mr. Gregory V. Boulware will be available in the printed version… “It’s Here Right Now!”

‘The One Thing I Know Is…”
5.5″ x 8.5″ (13.97 x 21.59 cm)
Full Color on White paper
236 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1502581150 (CreateSpace)
ISBN-10: 1502581159
BISAC: Technology & Engineering / Project Management 

 STUDENTS, GET YOUR COPY FOR THIS UPCOMING SEMESTER and USE AS A REFERENCE GUIDE FOR YEARS TO COME!

 

PreGraduation Photo 4 2004

“It’s a simple decision.”

 

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“Amazon”

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And

 

“Twitter”

https://twitter.com/#!/AuthorBoulwareG

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“The Spirit of the Soul and the Death of Morals: From Whence Comest Thou?” http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18377562-the-spirit-of-the-soul-and-the-death-of-morals   

“ONE PEOPLE, ONE PLANET, and THE CHILDREN OF ONE GOD!”

 

“The Un-Obscure”

http://theunobscure.blogspot.com/

 

“FAIRMOUNT”

http://www.boulwareenterprises.com/FAIRMOUNT.html

http://aneastfallssonontheschuylkill.blogspot.com/2014/07/on-schuylkill-eastfalls-son-twitter.html

 

‘The Triplets and One’

http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/ http://thehebrew-israelitesandjapan.blogspot.com/ http://theessenceofinvasionandannihila.blogspot.com/ http://yahvehthefatherthelosttribesoftwelve.blogspot.com

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Don’t forget to view:

 

‘A Philadelphia Story Teller’

A Couple of Stories From:

“Hallow II”

‘A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany’

http://philadelphiastoryeller.blogspot.com/

https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/a-philadelphia-story-teller/

 

“The Pendulum of Hades”

http://thependulumofhades.blogspot.com/

~”Hallow” A Sojourn Into Now and Then”~

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