MY GOD - SPIRIT OF TRUTH- ST. BONIFACE CHURH-SAN FRANCISCO, CA

Early this afternoon, the pastor at St. Boniface Church -Franciscans (San Francisco, CA) gave the most inspiring, interactive sermon and praise. He explained what the SPIRIT OF TRUTH is. And how it pertained to Jesus during his life and after his death. After his death, the Spirit of Truth would be all the factors that came together, providing nothing but EVIDENT TRUTH as to Jesus's existences and purpose. As the pastor explained this, I thought about, that same energy, being transmuted. Transmuted to provide all of those who have accepted Jesus as their savior. The blessing of the energy which naturally performs miracles, as the TRUTH become an apparent factor. That only the deceiver can ignore.

The pastor went on to provide us with some personal history of his life. His opinion of the Tenderlion District (where St. Boniface Church is located) has changed over one decade. That decade has brought him closer to "SOME" truths which he was not personally aware of. One of those truths,  was the importance of the CHURCH in the society as a providers of growth, strength, human to human fellowship: especially in poverty or high crime communities. 10 years ago he did not have the hands on experience with such diverse communities.  The church has an obligation to carry on the "JUST" of Jesus nature for all. The church can reach the spirit of a people and provide comfort and reassurance. I was very impressed with the pastors, honesty-reflecting his opinion and how it has changed. He then encourage all of us to reflect back, 10 years. How has 10 years of experience, lead us to where we are today. Well that VALIDATED much for me, seeming today I wanted to post a message about  something that has vanished. But it is in someone's possession. (my written work DMF #2)

SO MY DECADE FLASHBACK: The year was 2008. I was in Las Vegas, NV and I was not to comfortable in remaining in Las Vegas (I arrived in Vegas 1999). I was also losing confidence in my decision making, seeming I kept coming up against opposition. I felt I was being forced to join some unknown "secret" society and the mere thought and expression of it became automatic CONSPIRACY. I felt that since I had not been able to re-adopt to California (my 2007 attempt only resulted in me becoming very depressed and isolated from my own family-seeming I could not find an answer as to WHAT OCCURRED in LAS VEGAS and who were these people over my life, but not altering my consciousness). 

The Summer 2008, I heard the most amazing song by a band named; YEARSAYER. The song moved me so much, as to question GOD as to why I must remain alive on this planet,  when I so tried of this EARTH SHIT!  That Summer I open all of my major social network accounts that I have today and use often.  WORDPRESS, YOUTUBE, GOOGLE, TWITTER, YAHOO ASK. I made a video for Yearsayer song "Sunrise" because they didn't have one at the time (they are an awesome touring live band). That video still is present on  YOUTUBE and it with all it's amateur artistic attempts, did exactly what I wanted it to do. Capture through a compilation, the FEELINGS and EMOTIONS I was feeling, which I suggested Yearsayer was feeling and that all the images I use from various photographers, would come to agree that we all share that experience, which was higher emotions of existence on earth. Today I am so proud of the amateur nature of the video, because I was an amateur, expressing something in a way that was new, even to YOUTUBE. Seeming back then the 5 Copyright Laws that exist prevent much from being done, and received by others as to inspire them also.


YOUTUBE  --YEARSAYER -SUNRISE/2008: Complied by Paul Goree Las Vegas, NV
https://youtu.be/Wr9KUkiaJlc

10 years ago, started with this song, Youtube, and the great spiritual faithful individual I was working with, Mrs. Kim. Who brought another layer to my "Sunrise" thoughts.  She use to always walk about the her hotel, telling me about "HER GOD".  It was so repetitive. Often I wanted to interrupt her and let her know, "Mrs. Kim he's not just YOUR GOD, he's all of our God!" But I am so glad I didn't because, I would be so wrong. Mrs. Kim "MY GOD" along with Yearsayer's "Sunrise" got me to feeling an odd sensation, by which if I had to express it in words: God was telling me, "Oh yeah, you want to be in the sunrise with me and not as I created to existence upon earth. Oh yeah, your tried of EARTH SHIT. Well No is the answer and you will experience it as you always where!"


2 Years later I wrote an amazing self help book for my self , being inspired by the feelings I was getting from my developing faith. The book also included all the sociology, psychology, child psychology I had learned and theories I thought would help me answer one huge question?  WHY DO I MANUVER MY LIFE THE WAY I DO?  Until 90 days later (based on Benjamin Franklin's The Art of Virtue which I had read as research for my work).  I mishap and titled the work in progress,  DE MON FAIRE to prevent others from wanting to read it. I wrote it hard copy. There were 7 De MON FAIRE books, by which when I finished, day 76 of 90 days. I no longer needed to ask that question, because my faith had grown that much. And now I fully understood one thing for sure.  It was a great but ridiculous question to ask of myself, until I realized one day, "HEY YOU'RE NOT MANUVERING ANYTHING on this earth! You did not create one thing on this  planet, nor can you, or any other human!" That is when the Chiespirit that I had organized for a non-profit 501.(c) license came more focus to my entire life. And Mrs. Kim's "MY GOD" had clear insightful meaning for me.


Now that I accept the reality of De Mon Faire and that I'm not maneuvering anything in my life. God breath the air/his spirit (LOVE) into me, by which he made me a living thing, amongst all other living things on this planet. At that point, I laughed in delight and seriously questioned Mrs. Kim. I never got to tell her, because she and other noticed a huge difference in my attitude, belief, dress, manners and outlook. By which Mrs. Kim would smile at times, as she mentioned "My GOD" with a re-assurance that she knows, I understand now: and that she is proud to know that I too, have been and will continue to go on the best journey of all. Resulting in an individual being able to state  with confidence, "MY GOD" as they embark upon their PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD! And no one else.  Yes the pastor today was so correct, many, many praise to him, for bring that very much needed message to me today!


April 2, 2018 I decided to write a simple De Mon Faire #2, which I finished to prepare me for my return to  Los Angeles and remove some of the repression and trauma from the past (even Margaret Finn and SWBS) and to move forward the best I could in Los Angeles.  Unfortunately that little notepad work of mine was stolen along with some other works. I'm not surprise, it'll do those in possession of it no good. Especially if they ever do get to read the post I've been posting since 2008.




P.S. All of those who think, know, can prove they have anything against me and the life I live-Please bring your compliant forward to surface and let's get to the TRUTH of my experience through your perception! Let's utilize the Spirit of Truth for the benefit of the future. Let's make it UTILITARIAN !


Thank You St Boniface Church-Franciscans, Today My faith expanded!

THE KOREAN VISITOR CENTER DREAM IN LAS VEGAS NEVADA

I had the best mentor in the most DIVINE way...She was Mrs. Kim owner of the Silver Spur Hotel in Las Vegas Nevada. I use to get rattled with her constant statement..."GOREE, MY GOD told me!". I'd listen to her, and think, but isn't he's everyone's GOD.

How wrong I was to think this. He's not your GOD until you come to an understanding of acceptance of your savior first: Jesus, then develope your FAITH to the point of being able to accept the personal relationship GOD can and wants to have with you. At that point he is your GOD.

This wonderful but stern lady, had a way of making me appreciate my liberal thoughts but respecting her conservative thoughts. Her life story is amazing, seeming she was born in North Korea, after the war lived in South Korea and eventually became an America citizen.

She once told me of her finest ideal, and was considering if she could actually make it a reality. That ideal was turn the bottom portion of her hotel into a KOREAN visitors center. Showing her LOVE and appreciation she received for the best nation in the world, by which she got to live the AMERICAN DREAM! It would be her gift to Las Vegas, Nevada that could provide to world visitors ---what's so special about American and especially Las Vegas, NV.

It's thoughts like these that validate all Americans, even when some (within the margin of civil liberty) attempt to bring you down or prevent your from being all that you desire to be!

K.C.M.O - Abduction: Christian Cults

K.C.M.O.-Abduction: Christian Cults

During the summer of 1995, I was traveling through Kansas City Missouri. I decided to apply for a job opportunity at a leading telecommunication company. The hiring process of this company, required a minimum of 4 weeks before a decision would be made.  So for 4 weeks, I lived and took on temporary assignments through- out K.C.M.O, as I waited to be hired at the telecommunications company.

It was incredible doing temp work in that great city.  An amazing small business environment-with diverse growth within various industry. Something liking to the "All American Dream" of effort, individuality and liberty resulting in ones desires. I had just left the University of New Mexico, had the opportunity to utilize all the sociological skills, I had acquired. I was deeply interested and concerned with working class America and the future of working class America, pertaining to poverty.  One of these assignments that fueled my social conflict interest, was with a regional automotive parts distributor.

I recall the CEO of this company, informing me of the future outlook of not only his company, but many of America’s mom and pop businesses. Like him, I saw huge Pac-Man eating giants, ruining the base of America’s small business. The feelings expressed from him, carried with me as I continued to temp through -out the city.

The week-end of the 2 week, I spent the day relaxing in Penn Valley Park. I looked over to see two young people playing bongo drums. They noticed me and approached me.  They introduced themselves and asked me if I knew of Jesus. My initial thought was, “Wow look at these two hippie Christian drum players!!!”  I informed them, that I loved my friend/our friend Jesus.  Our conversation went on to joyfully discuss Jesus and what I termed Jesus Love. They were interested in why I was in K.C.M.O.

I explained the job I was being interviewed for and the waiting process. They then told me about where they live and work. From Penn Valley Park, they point to an older high rise building. They  suggested that I should come with them to this building. The building was a Christian owned center, where by several jobs were available, living opportunities and faith fellowship. I informed them that I was only interested in the telecommunication job I had already invested time and interest in. They then stated, “that it is a great thing, that Christian organizations like the one they belong to, has the tools and access to offer other Christians opportunities to bolster their faith. If things didn’t work out for me at the telecommunications company, I really should look into their organization. “ They assured me that I could continue my educational studies and even develop my own job within the organization.But something about their re-assurance didn't feel right. It almost felt as if they were pushing me to forget about any other occupational desires: and become 100% devoted to the organization which they belonged to.

Week 3,  I accepted another temp job at a legal firm. I alone with 3 other persons, were going to be working for a week, in one this legal firms archives warehouse. We were paired up and basically verified file boxes as we re-labeled them and then restocked them.  The person I was teamed with, was amazing. He was full of faith and always made references to his life savior Jesus Christ. We developed a good rapture, discussing everything from music to Jesus/faith. Mid-week he invited me to have lunch with him and his fiancé. Before we went out for lunch we stopped by their apartment. She was a nurse and had to pick up something quickly.

While at their apartment, I noticed what seemed to be modeling composite card. I asked her was she the model. She informed me that she was. I had seen several modeling composite cards, which all seemed similar. But something about this composite card was so different. I was dazed looking at it, trying to figure out what was so faintly familiar. She asked me, what it was I was thinking. I responded, “I trying to figure this picture out, something about it, I don’t know…something about it is different than all the other composite cards I’ve seen…it feels different and the background and props are completely different…I don’t know – it feels and seems divine in a way.”

She smiled and took the photo and placed back on the table and suggested we leave. We picked up lunch at a Chinese restaurant and ate it at the hospital where she worked. After lunch me and her fiancé returned to our jobs. We arrived back in the warehouse around 1:00pm and went straight to work.  The team that was opposite us (who usually made comments about us, always finishing our row first) were even with us at that point.  As we started to work I started to feel a little nausea (stomach issues); I was thinking maybe it was the lunch-maybe the heat. Nonetheless I went back to work.

Next thing I remember is pulling a box towards me, like I had done all week. I looked over to see the team across from me, and they were nearly finished. I was lost in confusion, wondering what had happen. I looked at my watch and it was now 3:30pm. I asked my team partner what had happen. “Did I pass out or something? Why are we still in the second row? How did they past us? What happen?” He stood there and shifted his shoulders, nodding with a look of “I Don’t Know?” This made me even more confused. How could he not know what had happen.  Nearly 2 and a half hours had past, and he couldn’t explain what had happen. We continued to work, and I simply let it reside for that moment.

When I got home, I searched my mind for a possible explanation. I keep refraining from the obvious, because it seemed so impossible. Could the bongo hippie playing Christians and the Nurse/co-worker all be connected. Where they some part of a Christian organization, something of which I didn't know how I felt about (at the time). I had heard of such organization and 2 prior had experience such followers. But for this particular moment, in this city and state, for some reason, I felt I had be abducted.

This abduction wasn’t alien/space or anything of that type. I felt that my team partner knew more than he was revealing. And that my comment to his fiancé about her modeling composite was truer than I could ever believe. I immediately thought about the drum making-playing hippie Christians I had met. I immediately also thought about some of my UNM studies, where by faith based collective groups were very real.

When I was at UNM, I went to Waco, Texas for an academic conference at Baylor University. While there, we took an excursion to the burnt remains of the Branch Davidians compound. While on the excursion we came across a large group of protesters. They informed us that they were Extreme Christians and that they had assembled from around the nations in Waco, Texas to protest against the FBI’s involvement with what occurred at the Branch Davidian Compound.  They informed us that they needed to be presence at this event, seeming the FBI was doing PR retouch to minimize the event to the nation.

They knew we as students would be attending the PR event (which we did) and they wanted to make sure that all of those who would be able to attended the PR event, understood that this nation cannot allow centralized government to murder/attack/burn it’s citizen. This nation needed to remember Separation of Religion and State.

Today I look back on all of this. It still plagues me, as I have experienced stranger events till this day. The thought of Christian Cults still compound me with misunderstanding of my faith and it’s practice within the social environment. Listed below are some web-site regarding Christian Cults and Faith in the United States of America.

LINKS:

http://www.waltermartin.com/science.html

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/03/31/sacred-and-profane-4

http://curiousmatic.com/5-insane-religious-cults-active-today/

http://www.christianitytoday.com/women/2014/march/raised-in-christian-cult.html?paging=off

http://www.spiritual-research-network.com/pseudochristiancults.html

http://www.sklatch.net/thoughtlets/pall.html

http://www.stopracism.ca/content/most-extreme-radical-christians