Sunday, December 24, 2023

Saint Nicholas - the legend behind the story of Santa Claus

 Saint Nicholas - the legend behind the story of Santa Claus

By the time you read this, Santa Claus has already come to town, bringing gifts to children.

Santa has several aliases, depending on the part of the world you live in. The English call him Father Christmas, the French know him as Père Noël, and Kris Kringle seems be a version of the Christkind, or Christ Child, who leaves treats for good German Lutherans.

In the Netherlands, he arrives in town on a steamboat or horse from Spain. On the night of Dec. 5, Dutch children put their shoes on the hearth — these days near the central heating duct — hoping that he will fill them with sweet rewards rather than a reprimand for poor behavior. The Dutch call him Sinterklaas — which has come into American English as "Santa Claus" — short for Sint Nicolaas or St. Nicholas.

St. Nicholas and Santa Claus are historically the same man. But unlike the jolly figure who purportedly flies on a sleigh from the North Pole, the saint came originally from the balmy Mediterranean coast.

Who was St. Nicholas really?

As a historian of religions who has written books about ancient saints, I caution against reading accounts of saints’ lives as factual history. However, the earliest stories of St. Nicholas seem to correlate with histories and church documents of the period.

According to these early medieval texts, Nicholas was born around 260 A.D. into a Christian family. His birthplace was near the town of Myra, now called Demre, on the southwest coast of modern Turkey. At the time, Christianity was illegal under the Roman Empire.

He studied to be a priest and spent time in prison for his beliefs. However, after Emperor Constantine legalized Christianity, Nicholas was elected bishop of Myra.

During his lifetime, he became famous for defending his people against imperial taxes and other forms of oppression. According to the earliest document about Nicholas, from the 5th century, he prevented three loyal generals from unjust execution for treason.

A 9th-century Greek legend claims he revived three scholars who had been murdered and stashed in a pickling tub. He also saved three girls whose poverty-stricken father wanted to sell them into prostitution.

After his death, people believed that Nicholas continued to work miracles. His burial place, below the floor of his church, became a popular destination for pilgrims who begged Nicholas to relay their petitions to God.

Proof that Nicholas was listening, they believed, was in the “manna”holy oil or water — that dripped from the tomb. Pilgrims took this manna home in little bottles or used rags to sop up the moisture that dripped from the saint’s tomb in its subterranean crypt. This was a common pilgrimage practice at Christian shrines.

Visitors to the coastal town of Myra spread Nicholas’ fame along sea routes across the Mediterranean. From there, word passed to the Latin West, and upriver to Russia. Soon, pilgrims from all over Christendom were journeying to Myra to seek the gifts of protection and healing from the saint, who was said to be especially attentive to children.

Italians steal the body

This pilgrimage was disrupted in the 11th century when Seljuk Turks invaded Anatolia. Christians feared that the Muslims who now governed Demre would disregard the saint’s tomb. So, one crew of pious Italian Christians decided to take action.

In 1087, three ships laden with grain set out from Bari, on Italy’s southeast coast, bound for Antioch. However, according to a monk named Nicephorus who wrote immediately after the event, their real mission was to steal St. Nicholas’ body.

In Antioch they heard a rumor that the Venetians too were planning a similar heist. The Barian sailors hastily sold off their grain and headed for Myra in search of St. Nicholas’ church. Priestly custodians there became suspicious when the sailors asked to see the saint’s body.

The Barians claimed that the pope had a vision directing him to fetch Nicholas to Italy. When the priests refused, they offered gold for the relics, but the offer “was tossed aside like dung.” Done with arguing, the Barians caught and bound the priests. Suddenly, a phial of manna fell to the pavement and broke. It seemed that St. Nicholas spoke to them: “It is my will that I leave here with you.”

So, the Barians broke through marble floor with picks and hammers. A delicious aroma filled the church as they opened the tomb. They found the bones swimming in a small sea of manna. They carefully wrapped the relics in a silk case brought for the purpose.

Nicephorus describes how they fled to their ship, pursued by outraged priests and a howling crowd of citizens demanding that they “give back the father who has by his protection kept us safe from visible foes.”

Yet the crew made it back to the harbor at Bari, where the townsfolk and clergy processed, singing joyous hymns, to greet the saint.

St. Nicholas gets a reputation

A new church was built for Nicholas in the court of the governor of Bari. A few years later, Pope Urban II — the one who would preach the First Crusade — formally enshrined the relics of the saint.

The Barians believed that manna continued to ooze from Nicholas’ coffin. And going by the claim on the basilica’s website, the belief persists to this day.

Within a decade of the saint’s arrival in 1087, the Basilica di San Nicola was one of Europe’s most popular pilgrimage destinations. May 9 is still celebrated as the day that Nicholas moved shrines or was “translated.”

For at least five centuries, the region, which includes Bari and its saint, was caught in constant wars for possession of southern Italy. In 1500, Bari fell into the hands of King Ferdinand of Aragon, whose marriage to Queen Isabella of Spain created a global naval power.

Because Nicholas was a patron saint of sailors, Spanish sailors and explorers carried stories of the saint wherever they went: Mexico, the Caribbean, Florida and other ports around the world.

Even the Dutch, who rebelled against Catholic Spain and formed a Calvinist republic in 1581, somehow maintained their devotion to Sinterklaas. In other parts of Europe, St. Nicholas lost his feast day but his concern for children helped link him to the gift-giving tradition of another December feast day: Christmas.

How true is this story?

In the 1950s, Italian scientists examined the bones enshrined in the Basilica di San Nicola, seeking evidence of authenticity.

They found the skull and incomplete skeleton of a man, dating to around the 4th century. More recent technology has allowed experts to use the bones to reconstruct Nicholas’ face — he looks like an old Greek man with a broad, worn face. He lacks the rosy cheeks and Anglo-Germanic features of modern Christmas decorations, but like the Santa Claus of greeting cards, he was probably bald.

Turkish archaeologists now claim that the Italians stole the wrong body and that Nicholas’ remains never left Demre. They have discovered another sarcophagus dating to the 4th century in the same church, which they claim contains the saint.

Meanwhile, historians have suggested that the story of Nicholas’ translation is a fiction purposely created to advertise a new pilgrimage center in the 11th century. Although relic theft was common in the Middle Ages, grave-robbers often made mistakes or lied about the authenticity and source of their bones. Nothing in the shrine at Bari proves that the bones inside belong to the 4th-century Bishop Nicholas.

Still, this holiday season, when you tell your children about Santa Claus, why not include the tale of Santa’s well-traveled bones? And don’t forget the manna, which is believed to still flow in Bari.

Lisa Bitel, Professor of History & Religion, University of Southern California – Dornsife College of Letters, Arts and Sciences

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license.

Friday, October 20, 2023

The problem with 20th-century science is scientists were no longer engaged in Philosophy to deal with metaphysics . . .

The problem with 20th-century science is scientists were no longer engaged in Philosophy to deal with metaphysics . . .





Without Theology, you would not have Philosophy. The oracle at Delphi claimed Socrates was the wisest man alive, so he set out on his Socratic quest to prove her wrong, only to find out his wisdom lay in his ignorance he was willing to admit when he did not know, rather than commit a fallacy of logic.

His students were Plato & Aristotle, the latter who laid the foundations for Western Hellenistic Education from which Science would later develop.

Until the 19th century, most scientists were also philosophers, as the two disciplines intertwined, as with Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, the founder of Calculus, and also his philosophy of Monodolgy which matched the theory of the atom. Many of the early scientists also had a belief in God or at least a prime mover.

But in the 20th century, science began to divorce itself from the schools of philosophy and theology, striving for an explanation of existence from physics and ignoring the underlying metaphysics it came from in both Theology and Philosophy!

The problem with 20th-century science is scientists were no longer engaged in Philosophy to deal with metaphysics, they tended to just study the physical aspects of the universe, which is fine, honestly, I never understood Algebra I or Algebra II until I got into Physics, and then when I learned to program (today they say learn to code) it was great because now I could write programs that applied algebra and physics and could calculate both faster than I could and not make errors, provided the code was written correctly. I loved Chemistry and Organic Chemistry, so much to learn. But see, what really started my education, was it physics or was it metaphysics?

 Well, in 1974, Mom and Dad were moving with Dad's job, and were moving anywhere from months to a year, and I got left out when I started 1st grade totally illiterate and so I got put in the lowest of 3 readings groups in 1st grade, and Mom and Dad made cue cards to try to help me remember common words, and I still remember Dad getting upset that I could not remember "the" because I did not yet comprehend sounding out "th" and would get stuck trying to sound "t" and "h" separately, and he would get downright mad, but young 26 year old Dad, was never Mister Patience in those younger days. 

Eventually, I would learn phonics to sound out words, but reading Dick, Jane, and Spot and their verbal actions repetitively was getting me nowhere, and so I floundered in reading group ONE, until my Grandparents bought me a "How and Why Wonderbook of Dinosaurs" and then I was hooked, because I would aggressively use phonics to sound things out, would ask for the meaning of words, learned to use a dictionary to look up definitions, and I was literally like the kid in Jurassic Park who knew all the Latin translations for the names of the dinosaurs, and it also helped that "Land Of the Lost" was launched on Saturday Morning Cartoons, and so my imagination went wild, so it was my LOVE of learning about DInosaurs, the metaphysical, that launched my desire to learn MORE and MORE about my world, because prior to age 6, I had no idea how old the earth was, or that dinosaurs preceded man.

At the same time, my Mother was a heathen who hated God, because God never did anything for her growing up in an alcoholic home where she was abused and mistreated, and then abused and mistreated more when sent to the Christian Children's Home being a half-white half Native Alaskan child, and so even among the natives she was an outcast for being a half-breed.  Her alcoholic Father came to fetch her and her siblings as young teens to put to work with a new step-Mother, putting her brother to work on his fishing boat, but then he and their new step-Mother would go out drinking and waste all the money, leaving the children at home with nothing to eat.

So for Mom, he got an idea to make her work, but kicked her out of his home at age 16 after she ran away from a "babysitting job" she quickly found out was her father pimping her out to an old man who had no children at home to babysit!  A year later met and the next year married a young man from KY from a family of sharecroppers, who got drafted for Vietnam.  Dad grew up and began to attend the Church of the Nazarene, so when he tried to tell Mom how much he loved God, that did not go over well, because she hated God because God had done NOTHING for her.

However, Dad was having premonitions of his death and thought he would die in Vietnam, and so told Mom where to bury him, and to feel free to go on and re-marry if she fell in love.  Mom then had her own premonition a month before Dad died, where she was in outer darkness and saw a door of light, and could look inside seeing my Father surrounded by loved ones in Heaven, but she could not enter.  Two weeks after I am born, and the same day Dad's orders come in the mail at Ft. Richardson for him to leave for Vietnam, he is killed by a drunk driver.

Before the body is shipped to KY, Mom is invited by the Chaplin who married her and Dad just a year earlier for a Memorial Service at the base Chapel, and when Mom hears the scripture:

'Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. '1 Corinthians 15:51-53 https://my.bible.com/bible/111/1CO.15.51-53

So realizing she could not go to Heaven in her vision before my Father's death, my Mother became a Christian that day at his Memorial Service.  Mom comes to KY for the funeral and while staying with her in-laws, she is depressed and does not want to live, and then she has a dream, and God tells her she is going to get married, and she can only see the sleeve of a soldier with many stripes down the arm, and she gets mad at God and says, "I'm not marrying an old man!" and God laughs at her, not making her any more happy.  However, months later when she got married to my step-Father, who returned after being shot 4 times in an ambush in Vietnam and sent to surgery in Japan and physical therapy at Ft. Knox in KY:  When they got married I was 1.5 years old, Dad was in his best uniform dress, and because he was in Vietnam he made rank quickly and as she is brought down the aisle, she sees his sleeves and they are full of stripes.  Now here is why God laughed at Mom.  Dad is 21 same as Mom, but he is 30 days younger than her.

So Dad being Roman Catholic doesn't read the bible and wants Mom to go to Church with him, despite her being in the Church of God, so she says yes, provided he will read his Bible to his children. So I grew up with a love of scripture and science, and for me what we learn in physics and science, is only a discovery of what God already knows.

I remember when I was 20 years old in College in 1988, and I had a vision, and I was in Heaven, and standing next to Jesus, but he was in the corner of my eye, so I couldn't fully see him, but definitely know he is to my right and standing about 3 feet away.  I am in this room of white, and in the room, there is a well, that is also white, and in the vision, I have a question about creation, about how it happened, and then when I look into the well, it is not a well of water, but a well of knowledge, and in an instant, I KNOW what God knows, and I lean my head back and start laughing because the answer is so simple, and I also feel God's joy not only in my laughter but also for his creation.

The joy is analogous to successfully having created a computer program that does what you want it to do, but it also involves the joy one experiences with a baby when it is born. When I wake up from the vision, my mind is no longer in Heaven and in perfect spiritual sync with the Holy Spirit, so it would be analogous to the fictional Captain Picard being disconnected from the Hive Mind of the Borg, and not having the collective's experience to draw from in Star Trek. Likewise, I can't remember the answer to my question after looking in the well. But what I always remember from the vision was the joy, and when in this sinful world, when I have been broken by life, death, and hardship, and feel like I just want to give up, the joy has become my strength to get me from today to tomorrow, when life seems devoid of joy itself.

Being a computer programmer, I realize you can't just randomize code and get a better program, in fact, the program will not get better but progressively worse, and that is why evolution as chaos to order makes no sense, because you can't randomize DNA to get better DNA, and so there is order, and I see that order as Divine in origin. Call it Alien if you have to, but in a Holographic Universe, made up of energy, given order to sustain life, it's not just physical and happened by chance, just as a Programmer has to create, so does a Creator of a Holographic Universe.  So don't think I have lost touch with reality, programs have to have upgrades to improve themselves, and it is true spiritually too.  I am not moving backwards, I am moving forward to the paradox where time will end where it began in Eternity, and the learning there will be just the beginning.

What you learn here in space-time in this universe is analogous to my first-grade experience of being in reading group ONE and stuck with Dick, Jane, and Spot examples, once I learned to read the "How and Why Wonder Book of Dinosaurs" I progressed past reading group 2 to reading group 3 with the advanced readers in my 1st-grade class. It's a paradox, but your learning here is only at an end, if you fail to walk and talk with the God who created you, to be born again, to gain a place in his Eternal House, where your learning is just a beginning, not an end. I'm not ending life with Dick, Jane, and Spot, no I am progressing towards an Eternity with the How and Why Wonderful Book of Life where I can learn so much more than a 3 lb brain can that is limited by space-time.

++++++++++ NOTES: The Holographic Universe and the Father of the Heavenly Lights . . . https://haqodeshim.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-holographic-universe-and-father-of.html ++++++++++ How did NASA's trip to Mars with the Mariner 9 spacecraft in 1971 lead to the formation of the Shroud Of Turin Research Project? https://haqodeshim.blogspot.com/2020/11/how-did-nasas-trip-to-mars-with-mariner.html

Thursday, July 20, 2023

Rejection, Depression, Hurt, Love, Forgiveness, Redemption

Rejection, Depression, Hurt, Love, Forgiveness, Redemption 



I have a friend going through a rough spot in life, feeling unloved, and desiring to delete her profile on Facebook, so I shared the following in the comments on my friend's page:

When I was 12 years old, I was cursed at daily with "X" and "R" rated comments in school, spit upon, beaten up, and told I was ugly.  I was SO DEPRESSED I wanted to take my own life, but I stopped before I did knowing it would hurt my parents.

But when I decided to live, I also decided while I may have been ugly, I was NEVER going to be as ugly inside as the people who hurt me.

Life was not easy, and after a rebuke from the family Doctor about telling me not to fight back, because a young mother foolishly thought not fighting back would cause the bullies to leave me alone, instead every bully in the school showed up to harm me, Mom told me I could fight back.

I was so mean I could curse the wallpaper off the walls in those days, and once you bested one bully, 4 to 6 more would show up to gang up on you.  The only difference between those fights and MMA is in MMA you can tap out, and bullies never let you tap out, so I had to beat all of them up and I never lost.  I was very mean.

Well, what changed your life then?  Well, God giving me visions of demons trying to drag me to a black door which I knew was hell in my sleep, a car wreck at age 15 that I didn't die in, and finally 2 weeks later going to a Youth Revival to give Jesus a chance to change things for me in 1983.

In my life, I've given more love away than I have ever received in return, but I continue to give it away freely, because it's not about me and the people who do not love in return, it's about me standing before Jesus who saved me from the demons.  It's because he loves me and I love him, and I have to stand before him one day and when he asks, "Did you share the love I gave you freely to others as I impressed upon your heart to do?"  I can say "Yes, to show him that I was really his beloved friend!"

When Jesus confronts Peter 3 times in John 21, all the English translations of the Bible get it wrong, so I was really struck by what I learned in NT Greek back in 1989 while learning to translate the Bible, and there are two verbs of love used.  Now there are actually 4 in the NT Greek.  Agape - having a greater love for others than yourself, Philos - brotherly or beloved friendship, Eros - love between a husband and wife, and Storge - the love a parent has for a child.

Jesus asks Peter:

“Simon son of John, do you love (Agape) me more than these?”

Peter replies:

“Yes, Lord,” he said, “you know that I am your beloved friend (Philos)!

Jesus repeats and Peter responds the same, but this is why Peter is hurt the 3rd time, because Jesus uses Peter's verb instead:

“Simon son of John, are you really my beloved friend (Philos)?"

'The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, are you really my beloved friend?” Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Are you really my beloved friend?” He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I am really your beloved friend.” 

Jesus said, “Feed my sheep. '

John 21:15-17

See forgiveness is not something I do for those who have wronged me, rather it is something I do for myself.

Forgiveness in the NT Greek comes from the marketplace, its verbiage comes from the imagery of taking an item off the shelf so it can't be sold.

If you owned a slave in the times of slavery and then gave the slave their freedom, no one could buy them from the marketplace of slavery, they were free from it.

Forgiveness is really about letting go of the past where you were hurt and living in the newness of today, not allowing myself to be a slave to the time I got hurt, and since Jesus purchased my freedom from the Devil on the cross, why do I want to go back to demons trying to drag me to hell in my sleep?

I have bad days, I get depressed, sometimes, I feel like giving up, and sometimes I feel like deleting all my social media, and going and hiding in a cave somewhere.

But that is what the servant given one talent of gold by his master did, he buried it.

The real gold in the kingdom of heaven is the pearl of great price, it is people, not money, that is the treasure, to dare to go out and invest and love people.

The one talent is God's love in Jesus whom he sent to die for us, and can we take that one love and multiply it?

For certain, there are more people who have rejected my love, than have received it and returned it and taken it to invest in yet another besides themselves.

The Bible calls such people fools, goats, chaff, whores, sorcerers (selfish manipulators).

That's okay because I can forgive them, and pray for their redemption, but if they fail to talk to Jesus before they die and find salvation and become gold instead of salt that is too full of sand and must be taken and thrown out, or chaff to be burned, or the bad fruit on the tree that must be chopped down and throw into the fire . . . well, when they stand before Jesus just like the goats, they will ask, "When did we see you?"  And he'll say, "Whatever you did to the last of these (ie, George, Ellen, insert your name here), you also did to me."  Vengeance is mine saith the Lord, so I can let go of a lot because Jesus has got this, I don't have to carry the burden of it.

See, Jesus is the gold of love I can't bury and at times doing that means it is a cross to bear, and crosses are painful, never pleasant, and one day they will take your life, but instead of dying on the tree of death, that tree of the knowledge of good and evil in the garden, because there is no evil in God, instead this cross because of the gold which is Jesus' love which purchased me from the marketplace so the devil couldn't own me, that cross becomes  Eternal life when I die, because the same Holy Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead is with me from the moment I am born again, until I die, to walk me over the river of Jordan, so the river of death does not undertow me to hell, and to the shores of Eternity where Jesus is, and hopefully, on the straight and narrow path, I found some treasure to redeem from the Devil so God could own it, to bring with me, so we all have an Eternal Day with no more sin, no more suffering, no more death.

40 years ago, a prodigal found Jesus in a revival, and the cross has not always been pleasant to bear, but the paraclatos - the one who comes alongside to help (real translation of comforter or advocate) has been with me all this time, helping me endure until I can cross that Jordan.

Revelation says:

'Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. '

Revelation 22:1-2

So see, I don't have to worry about being perfect, the leaves from the Tree of Life in the New Jerusalem found multiplied, are for the healing of the nations - people, and that is also me.

Thursday, July 13, 2023

Black Rock, George Soros, J Street, Progressives are the GREATEST threat Native Americans or Americans have ever known!

 Black Rock, George Soros, J Street, Progressives are the GREATEST threat Native Americans or Americans have ever known!


The Native American Culture group on Facebook shared this MEME from Native American Quotes and so I responded in the first group saying:

George Walter Bratcher III
"This is a horrible way to raise up your young people, as victims! I say that to the White Anglo-Saxon, don't become a Ghost Dancer! The White race didn't do anything the Comanche didn't do, they just did it better, on a larger scale!" - David Yeagley (RIP Native American Patriot) “The Dread or Fear of Whiteness” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5XekvwdHpI&list=PLF2FD5AC05F858C6E&index=4 #Alutiiq #Sugpiaq #Comanche #NativeAmerican #Millennials #RedPilled #Woke

and the following reply was given:

Bernadine Kaufman Chapman
George Walter Bratcher III so taking land, driving them onto reservations, bringing the white mans diseases, taking away their children & their way of life, was doing JUST the same thing they were doing?Are u saying that their still treated fairly???

and so I replied:

George Walter Bratcher III
Bernadine Kaufman Chapman There is NO WAY the European Immigrants could have conquered the 100 MILLION Natives in North, Central, and South America that were here in 1492. No way, but the Spanish brought the smallpox virus that decimated 95% of that population before James Town ever got established in Virginia.
So what was left was 5 million Natives in North, Central, and South America.
You should really do a search on YouTube and listen to David Yeagley (RIP).
David Yeagley (September 5, 1951 – March 11, 2014) was a Comanche,[2] classical composer, conservative political writer[3] and activist. He was born in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. He earned a bachelor's degree from Oberlin Conservatory, a Master of Arts from Emory University, an Artist Diploma from the University of Hartford (Hartt School of Music), and a Doctorate from the University of Arizona. He was the first American Indian ever admitted to Yale Divinity School,[4] where he earned a Master of Divinity degree.[4]
Yeagley wrote for the right-wing online FrontPage Magazine.[3]
In 2011, Yeagley filed a lawsuit against the organization One People's Project for participating in actions that allegedly led to the cancellation of an American Renaissance conference in 2010 where he was scheduled to speak.[5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Yeagley
David never denied the tragedy that befell the Native American, but he is right in that the Immigrants in the New World United in a way the American Natives never did.
He spoke of the Comanche, who came from the Wind, they didn't even belong to other Native Americans in their mind. He said the Spanish had been unable to get the Apache out of Texas for 300 years, and the Comanche did it in 6 months' time.
You face the same conundrum when you ask who owns Mount Rushmore:
Who owned the Black Hills before the Lakota?
The Black Hills of South Dakota – Legends of America
Native Americans have inhabited the region for almost 10,000 years. The Arikara arrived in the Black Hills by about 1500 A.D., followed by the Cheyenne, Crow, Kiowa, and Pawnee. However, when the Lakota arrived in the 18th century, they drove out the other tribes and claimed the land for themselves. https://www.legendsofamerica.com/sd-blackhills/
Before the smallpox plague hit, the Aztecs in Mexico were sacrificing 30,000 conquered fellows Native Americans a year, so that the blood flowed down the steps of their pyramids as water.
David Yeagley taught the class "The Rise And Fall Of Nations" while teaching in Oklahoma https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpQB4aCLhPw&list=PLF2FD5AC05F858C6E&index=1, and he pointed out that every culture on the face of the Earth was a conquering or conquered culture, at least from the Pharaohs in Egypt, to the modern age.
David said basically, even though conquered, the Immigrants to the new world admired the warrior spirit of the Native Cultures, naming their sports teams after them.
America could not have conquered in Pacific without the help of Navaho code talkers, whose code the Japanese could never break.
So here we are in the 21st century. Yeagley said what differentiated the White Immigrants from Europe from other conquerors in history, was plaguing self-reflection, that comes from the influence of Christianity, because other cultures around the world, conquered, and then don't care about it, they don't have second thoughts.
He said the problem with the White Immigrants' descendants, is that they are now a warrior with no enemy and so they are destroying themselves, giving away everything they conquered and took away from the Native Americans and giving it away to other cultures that never could have conquered the Native American. Nothing frustrated him more than to see the Whites take what they took from him, and give it away to Muslim Immigrants, whose ultimate goal under Sharia Law is that in their faith, there will only be peace when the whole world is under Sharia Law. [see for reference: Three Stages of Jihad David Wood https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRXljpRgrkM&list=PLFBBDB57F554BB8B1&index=11]
David Yeagley was right, America became the adopted son of the Native Americans. What am I going to do, hate myself? My genetic heritage from the paternal side of my family is Dutch, German, and Cherokee, from my maternal side of my family it is Mongolian, Russian, Alutiiq (Native Alaskan), and Norweigan. I'm part of the great American melting pot, and Alaska says because my Grandmother was Native (Alutiiq), I am also Native. Dad died two weeks after I was born struck by a drunk drive, but Mom showed me his pictures of his jet black hair and brown eyes and Cherokee heritage from his Mother's side of the family, and Mom has her jet black hair and brown eyes, and they meet in Alaska when he gets drafted from KY into the Vietnam conflict, and sadly he dies at the hands of the drunk driver the same day his orders come in the mail to leave for Vietnam.
But when I am born two weeks earlier, here I am, this weird child with Alutiiq features and genetic expression in my face, but with red hair and blue eye. Mom had only seen black & white photos of her Father-in-law by 1968, and so she asks my Dad about my red hair, and my Father laughs and says, "My Daddy has red hair!"
So I do love my Native Alaskan American cultural heritage. Can I change the past? Can I change my mixed genetics in the American melting pot? Does it do me any good to become a Ghost Dancer and whine about things that cannot be changed?
I don't want to erase history, in that way, I despise cancel culture. They'll erase the past while abusing the present.

The Native American's greatest threat is not the past, but the present as even David Yeagley saw in his lifetime before he passed in 2014. I miss his voice, and his brilliant mind so much. We are in greater danger from Black Rock, George Soros, J Street, and the 7 counties surrounding Washington, DC who have murdered 63 million American babies since 1973 at $500 an abortion at a $31.5 billion dollar profit, who spend $12 million dollar an election to put godless pro-abortion deficit spending Progressives from both sides, Democrats & Republican, into Congress.
In 1990, knowing they had lost their future tax base to care for the Baby Boomers and other future retirees, the Democrats increased legal immigration from 250,000 as it had been from 1776 to 1976 to replace the 250,000 people leaving the United States, to 1 million. Was there a reason we have needed to legally immigrate 33 million immigrants since 1990, at more than 4X the population of NYC? Then they want to make the 22 million dreamers, illegal immigrants, already here legal, and then it is projected the Biden Administration will have immigrated 30 million illegals by 2024 opening the borders, so that we have 82 million immigrants to replace the 63 million murdered and aborted Americans.
Yes, the past was sad, but look at the numbers. The Spanish didn't purposely bring the smallpox virus here to kill 95 million of 100 million Native Americans in 1492, but progressives have purposely killed 63 million Americans since 1973 and are INTENTIONALLY replacing them with 82 million immigrants.
Do you want me to sit and cry about the past, or is the present far more important? If Americans and Native Americans don't wake up and change our government and these multicultural global corporations putting the Progressives into office damn decade after damn decade, who will even remember America or the Natives that came before? They will replace us all with immigrants from Asia and give the Muslims' Creeping Sharia a foothold here!
Did you see what Islam did to Lebanon, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Iran since the 1950s? Before and After Sharia Law: A Cautionary Tale https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNjae521qa8&list=PLFBBDB57F554BB8B1&index=10

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How Progressive Socialists BROKE THE FAMILY in America in the last 60 years! 
https://haqodeshim.blogspot.com/2022/01/how-progressive-socialists-broke-family.html

Ethics and Morals in Entertainment and Education - a proper response 
https://haqodeshim.blogspot.com/2021/06/ethics-and-morals-in-entertainment-and.html

Roe V Wade has been overturned for 13 months https://youtube.com/shorts/km5Av-z9vuw?feature=share

How BlackRock Controls the Wallet of the President! | Louder With Crowder 
https://youtu.be/rkvNlwNfPHs

BREAKING - BlackRock Recruiter Who “Decides People’s Fate” Spills Info on Company’s World Impact https://youtu.be/vB95337GH4g

Beware the idolatrous WOKE Clergy Coaching Network who are NOT clothed in Christ! https://haqodeshim.blogspot.com/2023/07/beware-idolatrous-woke-clergy-coaching.html