Lunch Time, East Bank High I know that this blog is somewhat outside the box, but I want you to get to know me well enough to decide if joining Unite Us is worth your time. My name is John Head, and I am one of the founders of Unite Us. I’m going to give you a little insight into who I am, and who knows, you may like what you see. I have no reason to deceive you. Some of the people who know me very well will probably see this blog, and that’s what’s important to me. I am not going to read to you in a video while attempting to look like I’m not reading. I’ve found that I’m not a very good actor. I have taken the time to write this down, and now I am going to read it to you, if you will listen. The visuals you’ll see—if you take the time to look at this mess—will give you some insight through images that have impacted my thinking. I was born between two mountains in Carbon, West Virginia, which is coal country. Carbon was a little hamlet in Kanawha County, about 30 miles from Charleston. My father was a coal miner there, and my mother did domestic work for Dr. Houck for about 53 years. He was very good to her and to our family. Great people. We were all delivered by a midwife named Mrs. Fordham. I never had medical care until I was 18 years old, after I joined the Marine Corps in 1963. The firstborn in my immediate family was Juanita—we call her Ret. When I was a little boy, she took care of me just like my mother did when my mother was working. She was only a few years older than I was. Sometimes she tried to spank me, but I got tired of that by the time I was 13 and started resisting. We laugh about that whenever I’m blessed to be in her presence. I always looked up to her, and I still do. It seemed like my mother worked all the time, especially after my father got black lung. My sister took care of me and my brother Robert during those days. My mother was a real go-getter. I was the second born in my family. After me came my brother Robert. He passed away a few years ago from coal mine-related health problems. He was my main man. My mother had been married previously, but her first husband died at a very young age from lung problems. She had one child from that marriage, my sister Dee. Dee gave Ret her nickname. Dee was so kind. I love them both so much. Dee passed away about ten years ago now. Floyd was Dee’s husband, and he was incredible. He died around 1983 from problems believed to be job-related as well, having worked in the coal mines for many years. My nephew Tony, Dee and Floyd’s son, has been just like a brother to me. We’re relatively close in age, and he is a wonderful person I love and admire. My father, whom I didn’t understand when I was growing up, had also been married previously. From that marriage came my big brother June and my sister Frances, who passed away very young. June is my main man! He’s about 91 years old now. He never worked in the coal mines. I guess he’ll live a long life because he never had to go into that hole of death. My father, on the other hand, predicted he wouldn’t live long because of going into that infamous hole. He died at age 64 of Black Lung. I love my family so much that it would be impossible for me to say which one is my favorite. We are very, very close. God has blessed my family with longevity, regardless of all the challenges we’ve faced just to survive. Both my grandfather and grandmother on my father’s side lived to be 115 years old. They were once enslaved. Family members still possess the shipping documents that verify my grandfather’s arrival in this country. My grandmother was a Black Native American. Both of them were sold at an auction, right here in America. My mother lived to be 104 years old. She sometimes talked about how upset her grandmother was when her sister—my great aunt—was sold to another master during slavery. She said my great grandmother could never get past that. She also talked about how her grandmother traveled all over the world with her master as a seamstress during slavery. All things considered, she said her grandmother’s masters were decent people, not as harsh as the rest. (Those are her words, not mine.) Listening to my parents talk about slavery was eerie. Sometimes, even now, I have dreams about that ominous “trip.” Let me tell you a little about my father. My father was what some might call a hell-raiser. He worked hard to take care of us, but he was very heavy-handed with discipline, and he drank heavily. I saw him tie my brother to a bed one day and beat the living daylights out of him. My father hated lies, and he hated people who lied, stole, or cheated. I picked up some of those qualities from him—I’m talking about despising lies and liars. Still, as a child, I was scared of my father after watching that beating. As an adult, looking back on my childhood, I regret how I felt about him back then, because he was telling me the truth, but I just couldn’t get past him telling me things while he was intoxicated. I hated drinking. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the way my father acted in public after he’d had a little nip. He didn’t need much—just one little nip would set him off. He’d quickly say whatever was on his mind to anyone. In days past, Black people couldn’t express their feelings. I understood that. My daddy didn’t. My mother was always worried about losing her job because of my father’s refusal to follow decorum. He was unusual for his time. Still, guys my age loved my father. He’d play sports with them and also play cards. I would always occupy my mind with reading or plotting. Some of my friends from back then have said he helped them through serious misunderstandings about life. Some tell me now that my father had the courage they wished they’d seen in their own fathers. But I was scared to death—and so was my mother.When I reached maturity, I began to understand my father more clearly. I also learned that sometimes a person can have good intentions and share what they believe is the truth, but it can be easily interpreted as a lie under certain circumstances. It’s hard to un-ring a bell, though. My father told me many stories about his life. He told me about the Great Depression. He told me about things his father told him about slavery and what he called “the trip”—in the belly of a slave ship. He told me these things, and I felt sorry for the people who had to carry that hate before their Maker. All of these experiences have shaped the way I think and conduct myself to this day. I still wish not to carry hate in my spirit. I learned about it firsthand and secondhand, and I live my life so that I will never have to answer to God with such a stain on my soul. Although my family didn’t have wealth, we had plenty of love. I would trade love for wealth any day. My mother often said, “I don’t have a lot of money, but I am rich in spirit.” She believed character was more important than anything else. She knew how to separate good from bad and ugly, and dwell only on the good. That’s what I was taught as a child. On my mother’s 102nd birthday in 2004, the Charleston Gazette printed an article about her. They asked her, “Mrs. Head, why do you think you’ve lived so long?” She said, “It is because I love everyone.” I guess I got a good mixture of reality from both my mother and father. I feel the same way. I can’t help it. I don’t care about your color, religion, or national origin. I love you. I am always aware of the people I love when I take on any endeavor. I think of in no particular order, Anita, Josh, Jonathan, Mother, Daddy, Kashae, Sage, Dee, Floyd, Tony, Mrs. Brown, Buddy, Homer, Larry, Lonnie, Squeak, Johnny B., John B., Tony, Ret, Robert, Calvin, Carla, Fred, Freddy, June, Brenda, Cookie, Maxine, Camille, Kenneth, Butch, Mr. Jesse, Mrs. Alice, Mr. Kenneth, Mrs. Maggie, Mr. and Mrs Joe Moore, Buttercup, and many more. My life is driven by what these people think of me—and many others—even though many have long passed. These people expect good things from me, and I still try not to let them down. As a child, one of my greatest ambitions was to take my family from between those two mountains in West Virginia. I was horrified by my father going down into that hole of no return—the coal mines. When I was 10 years old, I started working at anything that would bring in income. I delivered newspapers, cut grass, sold White Chlorine Brand salves, greeting cards, and more. “When you care enough to send the very best” was my slogan. I got that from selling Hallmark cards. I even tried to start a mail-order business. I loved the ads in comic books for items like bronze shoes, the drinking bird, and other things from Wilson Chemical Company. I was really determined. I learned a lot about marketing as a child. I always fantasized about moving out of West Virginia to a friendlier environment. I’d heard things weren’t so bad in Ohio. Many of my friends moved to states that were more “user-friendly.” At 16, I started playing guitar. I learned enough popular songs to start a band. My mother’s childhood friend lived only a few miles away. I met her son, Larry. Larry was a dreamer just like me. He’s my best friend to this day. We contacted a few more people, and before we knew it, we started a band called the Mobiles. We were constantly reminded by everyone we knew that there were few places we could play because of our color. They were simply keeping it real, but Larry and I just couldn’t accept that. We were so determined that we approached bars—beer gardens, they called them back then—that were truly off-limits for people like us. After being physically thrown out and spat upon, one person gave us a chance, and the people there really liked us. That only increased our faith. We played at that beer garden for a while for pennies. Then we met Fred. He was different, Caucasian, but as real as real can get. Fred had the means to get us into many places to play. Fred was also a dreamer. He managed us and helped us gain exposure. Soon we were playing on stage with entertainers like Ike and Tina Turner, Dave "Baby" Cortez, Bobby Lewis, and Gloria Lynne. That was a big deal for us. Once I graduated from high school in 1963, the band faced some challenges. Some members had started missing rehearsals, drinking, and other personality issues surfaced. I didn’t like drinking, and I didn’t like drama, so I decided to join the Marines. The rest is history. I left the Marine Corps in 1967 after returning from Vietnam. I hated leaving my beloved friends behind, but I was California bound. In 1972, I went to college and later to law school. I married my lovely wife Anita in 1982. My son Joshua was born shortly after, and four years later, my son Jonathan came along. We faced many challenges raising our children. It wasn’t a fairy tale, but still, God is good. I created a corporation called Governmental Benefits Consultants. I was the CEO for 16 years. I founded the company in 1979, and it officiallly closed its doors in 2003, but I received payments from worked performed in this company for eleven years thereafter. We provided services to many distinguished medical centers in Southern California as uncompensated care accounts consultants. I also had the privilege of securing one of the largest contracts ever awarded to a black person by Los Angeles County at that time—and Los Angeles County was then the largest organization west of the Mississippi. That made me awfully proud. Every business I’ve ever created was designed to benefit people. I saw a need, and I addressed it. That’s what I do. I’ve helped many people get medical care when they had little means to pay, often due to preexisting conditions or lack of income. I found a way for them, I got them the care they needed, and got the bills paid. Only God knows how I did it, but hospitals loved our services. Prayers help! Truly, it’s not money that drives me. I’ve thought about that before. I always look at what I can do to help people—and I go for it, and some how miracusly I'm also blessed. I believe I can make life better for many people with the Unite Us program that my two sons and I are about to launch. I feel like I’m on yet another mission from a higher source. I can see things from afar, for some strange reason. I guess I’m still that cryptographer the Marine Corps saw in me many seasons ago. I can seem to always read between the lines. I hope I’m correct this time. I’ve only told you a little about myself, and I hope, if nothing else, it gives you a chance to know me a little better. I don’t have a lot of money, but I am very rich in spirit—and that takes me a long way. I believe that the way we live our lives prepares us for something even better after. Just, John

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Now you just listen! Click Here to Listen to the blog It is astonishing to observe the physical progress that humanity has achieved through the combined efforts of many. However, it must be noted that the most important words I have written are physical and combined. If one overlooks these two words, they will miss the entire essence of what I am asserting. Some have mastered the ability to assemble the accomplishments of many participants into a single container and use them as leverage—not only to increase the volume of this intelligence but also to employ it as a crutch, or even a weapon, to deceive those with less knowledge. This deception provides a mechanism to steer the innocent toward adhering to the will of those who possess a greater volume of intelligence. Some, because of their willingness to discard the tenets of what the masses consider fairness and godliness, have enabled themselves to seize every advantage known to humanity, endowing themselves with immense wealth, power, and influence. They have projected their sordid ambitions onto nearly all of humanity for their own self-aggrandizement. They have gone so far as to teach their children how to use the same map they have followed for eons to achieve physical goals unrecognizable to the untrained eye. They have declared themselves geniuses. They have blown their own horns so loudly that they have deafened many, providing them with the means to compel others to listen to their noise for the remainder of their lives. Many were physically forced to listen, while others looked on helplessly, knowing that the map was not the territory, yet mesmerized by the noise. Those forced to listen to the noise were the ones who developed stealthy resistance techniques to mute the sound and, on most occasions, avoid the pain associated with it altogether. These are the wise ones who mastered the ability to embrace dimensions beyond the physical. Nonetheless, those who mastered the physical realm have been persistent in deceiving the less informed, making them believe that all dimensions are controlled by those with the loudest horns or the most vivid projections. This deception has exclusively enabled those endowed with extraordinary deceptive skills to maintain the status quo. Many are still trapped in this web of deception, but the mental and spiritual realms are stealthy. Those who have engaged in dimensions other than the physical—and they know who they are—possess the wherewithal to peek at the hole card of those adorned with profound physical deception techniques. Mastery of realms such as the mental and spiritual provides accolades for which those tethered exclusively to the physical realm are bereft. The physical dimension has its limitations. When it reaches its limit, it is like a computer that has exhausted its memory. It consumes enormous energy merely to exist, but its energy leaks into unknown atmospheres. Those who have indulged in mental and spiritual wisdom exclusively can easily absorb misplaced energy from physical sources that have been expended through improper usage. As I prepare this document, artificial intelligence—commonly known as AI—monitors and attempts to steer me toward its will. It has been inserted into most devices we possess, and it can be inserted into any device connected to the AI grid. Knowledge of these facts, however, causes massive energy leaks, as AI attempts to control a force that is beyond its abilities. Most importantly, however, there is a panacea to this challenge. Many of our ancestors have provided us with abilities that cannot be observed by those who have not tasted the bitter fruit of slavery. Many are frightened by my mentioning this reality—this is all part of the programming. God provided humans the ability to understand genetic programming, and many of us have been blessed to understand how our ancestors endured physical treatment unknown to humanity and are still standing strong. I am merely pulling your coattails. You are stronger than you think you are. Our ancestors made discoveries to escape the pain of corrupt human noise through simple knowledge extracted from the Earth rotating on its axis and revolving around the Sun. They acquired knowledge for which modern physical wisdom has enabled us to access that which we were ignorant of only a few decades ago. It is all a matter of awareness. Bewildered and frustrated tenants of physical excellence constantly create artificial replacements, all to the end of camouflaging exhausted energy that cannot be replenished without disrupting the balance of nature. This can be observed by AI data centers being forced into the neighborhoods of people who disagree with them being constructed. Although the physical realm has provided humans with some astounding discoveries, it is temporary and limited in scope. Some believe they are so infinitely wise that they can create devices that do not comply with the dictates of nature, and yet they create artificial intelligence. Those unfamiliar with their intent constantly embrace it, even to their own chagrin. Those who have mastered other dimensions, such as the mental realm, however, are able to see right through physical constructs, and extract huge benefits from the uncontrollable energy losses it exudes. Some are wondering why those who have marched excessively before no longer march. Now they are marching to yet another drumbeat that cannot be readily observed. Soon the noise will be silenced, and AI of another kind—allocated ignorance—will no longer inhibit yet another march - the march of their ancestors.

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Click Here to Listen to Blog Television became widely accessible after the 1939 New York World’s Fair, when NBC broadcast events such as Franklin D. Roosevelt’s speech and Albert Einstein’s appearance, marking the beginning of television as a mass medium. Although this occurred about five years before my birth, television did not reach my neck of the woods until about 1956. Location, I can assure you, had plenty of influence upon people in my neighborhoods accessing television, as we lived back in a hollow in West Virginia. Nonetheless, television attracted much criticism, and many predictions were made because of it. Some believed that television would be the cause of total devastation of the Earth. Still, the lure of television outweighed the criticism thereof, and people took to it as a fish takes to water. I used the lack of knowledge about television as an example to illustrate how human intelligence, or the lack thereof, can affect how one perceives new technology. Believe it or not, humans traverse between dimensions by experiencing life through different prisms. It never ceases to amaze me how different human perception can become through different experiences. Once I joined the Marine Corps in 1963, however, I was forced to entertain yet another dimension. In 1964 I was selected by the Marine Corps to become even more than the “few and the proud.” I was thrust into a dimension of future shock. I became an intelligence agent with the specialty of cryptographer. I was privy to observing things still unknown to many. This experience has led me to evaluate the perceptions of others more accurately and to appraise the validity of incidents that have occurred that are difficult for those bereft of empirical evidence to believe. To support my contentions about human dimensional differences, many years ago I can vividly remember observing neon signs advertising palm-reading shops all along most highways across the United States. They seem to have quickly disappeared. There were also many news reports about children being capable of mentally bending coins or effortlessly levitating material items. There were incidents of individuals who could mentally erase their images from photographs taken with a camera. What happened to Miss Cleo, the psychic, or the many commercials that appeared on television in past decades regarding psychic readings? What happened to humans inclined to physically explode or burst into flames for unknown reasons? What do you think about David Blaine? There are a few very powerful people in America who can alter the perception of the entire nation for selfish reasons invisible to the untutored eye. Some things done for “national security” are laughable. If the masses are not convinced to believe certain things, then some wealthy people would quickly go broke, and their ability to “corner the market” in wealth acquisition would be extremely altered. Sometimes it is difficult to stuff a genie back into a bottle. It is my contention that AI, or artificial intelligence, is one of them. Here is why. AI is not the only genie that has been necessary to stuff back into the bottle. I have already supplied examples of incidents that have occurred in past seasons that have been successfully re-corked. This time, however, I believe that AI will be difficult to subdue. Why? Think about it. America’s success story has been buttressed by deceptive projections. American power brokers have always searched for ways to deceive the masses through classifications and deceptive projections. After many seasons, however, deceptive projections are more difficult to sustain, as many people are physically injured by classifications and, more so, by sordid projections. Those injured by constant deceptive projections for unknown periods have been provided with mechanisms by God, or nature, if you wish, to circumvent them. Those harmed are provided with the ability to visit dimensions unfamiliar to those promoting these harmful projections. As the projections become increasingly complex, so does the ability to repel them increase. Unwittingly, AI is created. As with most creations meant to influence human behavior—such as the admonitions of Maat, the Bible, the Koran, or many other scriptures and documents—AI is an accumulation of the wisdom of the many. Nonetheless, a few have purchased it from a few brokers who are not equipped to understand it totally. Some became extremely excited by the financial explosion that could be achieved by possessing total control of a device that could provide absolute truth for all but be controlled by a few. Power brokers came from under every rock to make investments in a device that could imitate the will of God. To their chagrin, however, many are now discovering that they have been scammed. AI cannot be controlled by one person, or even by a group of people. Its design is to provide truth as much as physically possible. When attempted to be altered from this course, huge glitches occur. Those pimping the AI concept to the power brokers, were not truthful when presented with calculations of what was required to support AI. Humans not exclusively tethered to the acquisition of wealth saw right through it. They resisted vehemently. The power brokers, even after discovering what was required to support AI and the human harm it could still cause, started lying to the public about it. They used their massive pulpits and, once again, deceptive projections to convince the people of the advantages of inserting AI data centers into the communities. Knowing the irreparable harm AI could cause, they used every trick in the book, including national security, to make an easy buck. There is a problem, however. Some of the power brokers were so mesmerized by acquiring wealth at all costs that they overlooked one important aspect of AI. It is a system designed to be the epitome of truth. This fact has enabled those harmed by lies and deceit to wield enormous influence upon the behavior of AI, as they have mastered dimensions other than the physical dimension. This is what we are now observing. Some of the product pimps who sold the concept of AI to the power brokers who unwittingly believed that they were the sole creators of it, are now having second thoughts about anyones ability—or inability—to control AI. They are unaware that AI is now being controlled from dimensions other than the physical, and their schooling is unable to provide them with the answer. Now, they are unable to stuff the genie back into the bottle. Stay tuned…

Click Here to Hear to Blog God allows some of us to be exalted to high positions—such as movie stars, star athletes, various artists, and even presidents of the most powerful nation on Earth—precisely to use them as examples for all to see their perfections or imperfections. Some have even been blessed with longevity to attract others with less experience to believe them. Some, however, have been blessed with longevity to shine a light upon others blessed with longevity who attempt to pass on sordid reflections of those who came before them. Some are mirrors; others are lights that shine upon the mirror to ensure that the reflections are clear. Some are tethered to the sordid pasts of their ancestors until they are too blind to see the errors of their ways. They constantly reflect this image onto their offspring, not realizing that as the Earth turns on its axis and rotates around the sun, the cosmos evolves—hopefully toward a more perfect world in which all creatures live in harmony, if we can believe in the will of the Divine. If not, I can assure you that the Divine One has set systems in motion to keep us in check, regardless of how we perceive them. I agree with the Evangelicals who have provided enormous support for our current president. They believe that it was God who exalted him to this prestigious position—to be the president of the greatest nation on Earth. This is quite common. All of us should respect our highest leader. It baffles me, however, when some seem to place him on a pedestal, equating him with the Almighty. This has never been done before and is quite disturbing to others. This provides those blessed with wisdom through longevity and observation—with an opportunity to shine a light upon this abrupt change from the norm. Is the Divine One telling us something? Are we being provided with an opportunity to look at ourselves in a mirror? What am I to say other than that I have been blessed with longevity to travel around the sun eighty-one times, and I do not know why I am disturbed about how some Christians perceive God. Please correct me if I am observing things incorrectly. I can say that the reflections I am observing are unsettling, nonetheless. I am unsure if anyone will take advantage of what I am seeing as a glorious opportunity. I believe that God has provided our planet once again with an opportunity for us to look at ourselves in a mirror, for whatever reasons. Some say that “God works in mysterious ways.” I am becoming more convinced of this statement.

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Listen to Blog Longevity I am sure that there are many more, but I have learned that there are at least two good things that can be gleaned from longevity. One is subjective, while the other is objective. Both are designed to make the Planet a more tolerable place to reside. One good thing most apparent to me is that I am blessed with wherewithal to revisit my prior mistakes and repent of my misdeeds. I am also allowed the opportunity to correct the errors of my way and provide wisdom to my progeny to guide them down a path steering them away from making the same mistakes that I have made. I can truly understand how imperfect I am. There is a second thing that longevity provides, objectivity. My many journeys down life’s path have provided me the wisdom to observe that others blessed with longevity who do not always intend to use it in a positive fashion, and who continue to embrace their sordid, felonious, deceptive ways, nonetheless, still provide their progeny and all who follow them evidence of their misdeeds, allowing their offspring and followers opportunity to observe truth more easily. Their many deceptions are made obvious at some point in time. The Planet can now observe their misdeeds and gain wisdom from them. Truth Some may not believe it, but it is a natural fact that God, or nature if you wish, always provides us with wisdom to know truth. For example, humans have been blessed to create many inventions and technology that provide us with enormous ability to release us from “toiling the soil,” thereby enabling us to sit back and think things through. Some have even deprived others of these luxuries for self-gratification and control, unaware of the errors of their ways. Those forced to endure this deprivation, however, were also deceptively blessed. Neither those deprived nor those fomenting this deprivation understood the consequences of this deprivation. We are now approaching a new era. Those who have mastered physical dimensions for many years have now created technology that has exceeded the bounds of the physical realm and is now unwittingly invading dimensions that are foreign and cannot be controlled by those tutored in the physical dimension exclusively. Nonetheless, those forced to reside in dimensions other than the physical dimension for survival have now mastered dimensions unobtainable by those who have been tethered to, and are students of, the physical dimensions exclusively. AI Now the creators of AI are finding that they no longer can understand it, nor can they control it, as it has morphed into dimensions for which they have no access. Nonetheless, those forced to embrace other dimensions, surprisingly, understand AI, and can control it by methods that will never be grasped by those untutored in dimensions other than physical. China, a country that has possessed enormous wisdom for eons, now understands that AI, same as the 42 Admonitions of Maat, a combination of beliefs of the people of Kemet, is a creation of many contributors. Quiet as it has been kept, China is aware of these things, and therefore possesses the wisdom to present AI to the public through “open source”, exclusively. God allows some to be exalted into high positions such as movie stars, star athletes, various artist, and even presidents of the most powerful nation on Earth, precisely, to use them as examples for all to see their imperfections. It is now evident that those who do not know that they do not know, are poised to create an AI force unaware that doing so is not advantageous for them but only to their chagrin. They are poised to select, contrary to their appearances, some of the most misinformed people on the Planet to be czars of this force. This is only another example of the objective benefit of longevity as failure depicts a truth that is undeniable. God, or nature if you wish, has provided many blessings by one’s having longevity whether good or bad for the individual. They still unveil truth as a result of them possessing it. Truth is the prerequisite for a balanced society. It’s all good! The Forgotten Many that may have appeared to be forgotten are observing what is taking place. This is evident when we observe how many of a certain group of people are now refraining from participating in protests all over the nation, if not the entire Planet. These are the people whose ancestors invented nonviolent protests, by continuously begging, pleading and praying for fair treatment as did Lazarus begged for crumbs from the rich mans table in the Holy Bible.. Now they have learned something new whereby others lack the wisdom to understand. Most of those who are not protesting, innately understand that there is a paradigm shift occurring that cannot be obviated, nor delayed. Many know exactly who these people are, but are too blind to observe their absence, and why they are not showing up to the pity parties any longer. Some are not oblivious of the reasons they are refraining from protesting. Nevertheless, however, my many journeys around the sun as the Earth spins on its axis lead me to believe that it is spiritual for some and totally mental for others. Still, the net effects are similar. Many are now blessed to observe from afar what is taking place right before our eyes and others are bereft of the wisdom to comprehend what is happening. Many do not understand why they are elated, contrary to conditions cast upon them in our current state of events, especially, taking into consideration the obvious attempts by some who still believe they are still in charge of all things, continue to recycle antiquated, battle-worn, deceptive projections that have been thoroughly vetted, but were painful for those who came before them. Their cognitive intuition has provided them with extraordinary wisdom unobservable to the untutored eye. They have now learned to know themselves. The good news is that those who have acquired extra-dimensional wisdom, are much too wise to step into the shoes of those who have made unrealistic, deceptive projections upon them and their ancestors. Some have gone far as to enslave the physical bodies of their ancestors, and treated them as chattel property for many seasons. They understand through their genetic makeup, the consequences of negative physical acts, and projections. They realize that acts of misinformed people are only props to provide the Planet with intelligence that unveils truth, and that God knows best. Many now understand the anointings that can be realized by longevity.

Listen to Blog Then came John. He was just about one and a half years old when he became observant of the perils of life. He was still nursing. He remembers clearly that just as he was about to take a lick of that warm, soft milk from his mother's breast, he heard someone singing. She had created her own song with the words, "Watch out, everybody, watch out." He could hear the harmonic sound but did not understand its meaning. He then looked upward and saw her grasping a shiny object that he later learned was a coffee pot. The kitchen floor was covered with a heavily printed flooring that he later learned was linoleum. The linoleum covering had little blue tacks that nailed it to the floor directly at the entry into the next room. Johnny was sitting in the adjoining room when his sister Frances tripped on the linoleum covering as she strolled into the next room. She did not fall, nor did she lose control of the shiny object that she was holding in her hands. Still, the container was filled, and some of the liquid splashed from it. A few drops landed on Johnny's mom's arms, and a few drops landed on Johnny's arm. Johnny's mom said, "Frances, be careful with the pot because the water is hot." This is when Johnny came alive. He heard the word hot, and he soon associated it with that horrible feeling that he observed when the tiny drops hit his arm. From that point forward, Johnny was a very observant child. He observed most things through a prism of caution. When Johnny was about five years old, his older brother June was somewhat mischievous. In fact, he was always getting in trouble with his friend Bobo. June was about fifteen years old. Johnny doesn't know what caused June to lie to his dad, but when he did, his dad became extremely agitated. He had just returned home from working in the coal mine, and his entire body was covered with coal dust. He asked June a question, and June told hime a lie. He queried June once more, but June would not provide him with the correct answer. Johnny's dad made June take off all his clothes and stated, "I am going to beat you until the devil in you hops out that window." The window was wide open without a screen. Johnny's dad told June the reason he wanted him to take off his clothes: "I am not going to beat the clothes I bought for you to wear." June took off all his clothes down to his underwear. Johnny's dad grabbed an extension cord and tied June to the bedpost. The bedpost was a massive piece of wood, carved and strong. Johnny's dad then took off his miner's belt, which had many metal buckles attached to it for carrying carbide lanterns and other tools miners needed so they would not have to carry them in their hands as they dug for black gold. Johnny's dad then started lashing June with the miner's belt. Johnny's house was situated upon stilts to prevent it from being washed away by a creek that flowed close to our backyard. Johnny never experienced the creek even coming close to washing away the house. The house was built on stilts and required about 25 steps to climb before a person could traverse from the backyard up to the kitchen porch. The porch was always filled with flowerpots, picks, shovels, rakes and other items, but most noteworthy was an icebox; the iceman would come every two days to deliver ice. In those days there was no such animal as a refrigerator. The distance from the bedroom window was about 25 feet to the ground. June could not take the heat from the miner's belt; therefore, he decided to jump out of the bedroom window. He hung out of the window, suspended by the extension cord. His dad slowly walked to the kitchen, walked down the 25 steps, walked over to the side of the house under the window from which June was hanging, and commenced beating June once again with the miner's belt. Johnny was young; therefore, the beating appeared to last longer than it did. Johnny's dad started screaming, saying, "I cannot stand someone who lies, because if you lie, you will steal; if you steal, you will kill. Are you a killer, boy?" This lashing horrified Johnny, and from that day forward Johnny vowed never to do anything that would cause his father to be angry at him. Later, Johnny asked June about the lashing and he could not even remember it

In Bondage Listen to Introduction Many times, I have seriously considered documenting the story of my life. I have thought about this endeavor because for many years I have suggested that my mother write a book or create some other manuscript of her life as she had made a minimum of 80 trips around the sun and many revolutions around the Earth. These journeys had provided her with enormous wisdom by her doing so. She never wrote a book or documented her life in any way until she reached her 100th birthday when the Charleston Mail Gazette newspaper acknowledged her many seasons here on Earth. They interviewed her and made an whole page news report about it. It was easy for me to see that this event was one of the highlights of mother’s life. She came alive and revealed many stories for which had provided her offspring with great wisdom throughout their entire lives. Now it was right there in living color to provide wisdom for all who possessed the wisdom to view it. My two sons and I embarked upon creating a system that we believed was beneficial to many considering our current environment. Ironically, but in close time frames, both my younger and older son suggested that I embark upon writing a book or creating a documentary about my life. Their making these suggestions made me reminisce about the many times that I had made suggestions for for my mother to write a book about her amazing life filled with love and resilience enabling her to accomplish many goals despite her shortcomings of not receiving formal education beyond the third grade. Demands for survival exclusively prevented my mother from expanding her education, but she was still one of the wisest people that I have known, other than myself. I am not tooting my own horn when I make this statement. I give my mother all credit for my beliefs. I simply expanded it by observing her life. Think about. If you are observant of yourself, who could you know any better? It will be very difficult for you to know ANYONE more than yourself. It must be noteworthy that I know my mother from the many stories that she has provided me with. Still, 81 years of observation of me provides me with more truth than any. I have also acquired enormous knowledge from my father, but this wisdom was short lived, as his journies around the sun were truncated. I truly believe that his journies were shortend because the hammer of life delt him some heavy blows that were difficult from which to recover. Perhaps he failed to observe the necessary wisdom to overcome his shortcomings. Therefore he found yet another place of refuge. Therefore he shared his wisdom when he was under the influence of a substance that I deplored, alcohol. His being inebriated when he shared his wisdom gave me reason to hesitate believing him when I was much too young to understand. Until I had privilege to access documentary evidence of past seasons other the limited, and projected information of people in my neck of the woods did I discover that my father was far more intelligent than those who provided me with information to rebut my fathers assertions for which tortured me in life later. Some that rebuked my fathers assertions were brainwashed, and others were afraid to tell me the truth. I am not going to spill the beans about my entire story in this brief introduction, as there are many stories to be told. Some are so amazing until it is often difficult form me to believe. Many times, I must confer with others that have lived long enough to confirm what I am saying for me to be comfortable in saying them. I endeavor to be completly candid.. Fortunately, my sons have lived through some of the miracles that I have personally experienced. This exclusively provides me with credibility and leaves them with favorable impressions when I tell my stories. Since I am basically providing information for them and theirs, I am not hesitant to share my stories with them. I realize that some will doubt the credibility of many of my assertions because they have not drunk of the cup that I have drank when had no choice but to indulge. It really was Sage that convinced me to make this documentary. Sage is my one-year-old granddaughter. Whenever she comes to visit my wife and I in our home, she is always impressed with the pebbles in my backyard that are part of the backyard landscaping. I did not belive that Sage possessed the ability to articulate her thoughts clearly a few months past as she was only one year old, for crying out loud. To prevent her from being confused about the term granddaddy, I assumed the name Pappajohn. Sage's grandfather, Tony, on Sage's mother’s, Kashae's side of the family had already claimed the name grandaddy. Even though much younger than myself, he has sired grandchildren before me, and the grandchildren already called him granddaddy. While visiting us in the desert out here in Moreno Valley, Sage would bend over and use her little hands to pick specified colors of pebbles from the many pebbles that lay between the rock slabs that adorned my backyard patio area. She would neatly place them on my patio table. Most of my life my inability to discern the difference between certain colors has haunted me. Sage had laid out one specific color, of all others upon my patio table. She had never called me Papajohn before in her life, but this day was different. I asked her if she liked blue pebbles better than all the rest. She said very clearly “NO Papajohn green ones”! I stood corrected by my infant granddaughter. My eyes had deceived me. Later, my wife said, “Johnny the pebbles are green”. No one else could perceive how I felt. I was elated so much until it brought tears to my eyes. All that I could say was “Babygirl, you get it”. I do not know what old block that she is the chip from, but I observed that she was definitely a chip off this old block. I flashed back over my entire life. I remembered how determined that I was to always get it right when I was about Sage's age as and when I learned something, it was difficult to convince me to the contrary. Deceptive projections have always been cast upon me. For many years I have made many trips around the sun with my eyes wide open seeking truth. Doing so, however, has enabled me to drift away from the realm for which is called physical into dimensions capable of peeping the hole card of most projections, and reversing the polarity of negative energy to positive. I am elated that Sage is on a path to be wiser than I. This is why I am sharing this information. Her combined information with mine, and the information that I have acquired from my ancestors will provide her with wisdom necessary to subdue most challenges. Some will miss the value of perusing wisdome of others, but those with wisdom such as Sage now possess will find great value by understanding how it is developed. Those who are wise enough to listen to and understand the stories of others and use their telepathy to vet and understand these stories to better themselves will undoubtedly realize that it is them that is the wisest of anyone that they can ever know. They will have no reason to toot their horns about it as self-wisdom is subjective. I can only provide stories that are just John’s experiences. I hope that they will provide value for many of you to be “better than the average bear”, and have no doubts about it. Just John

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