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    i have had a head injury since 1990, very spiritual, i wish but not perfect, i’m just a girl on fire for our Lord, hoping America survives a bozo, doing all i can to help, mainly by stayn’ in prayer….

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Praying for all Patriots☆

Time to share again a poem by my hero my Dad.

How Will You Answer?
By J. L. (Max) Brewster

My Grandson came over the other day
He’s grown up now and I’m old and gray
Asking Grandpa, why did you give my freedom away?
With a trembling voice, this is all I could say
I tried my hardest, I protested, I wrote
To my Congressman, Senators, and I did always vote
I learned about issues, the Constitution, and more
I thought of your brother and cousin, I’ll stop this I swore
I found like minded people but our numbers were few
We gathered together, got involved, we all knew
That our republic was dying the Constitution was dead
Put down by elitists and those who wore red
I did all I could and I’m sorry my son
Tears rolled down my face, I wish we had won
He gave me a hug, said I’m proud Grandpa to know
That you tried your hardest, wouldn’t let freedom go
I thought of his question I wished would have been
Grandpa what saved the republic? How did you win?
You had no money, connections or clout
How did this happen? What was it about?
I told him how corruption had swept over the land
People gathered together, they marched hand in hand
To the Capitol in Washington, then their state, then their town
Once involved and informed no one could keep them down
We chose principled leaders to take up the fight
Against power, corruption, and to do what was right
Things started to change rather quickly at first
Freedom flooding the land like a dam that had burst
Government shrunk smaller and smaller, it was amazing to see
Bureaucrats getting their pink slips instead of you and me
Businesses started to prosper and many came back
The reason? No magic, just much lower tax
I came back to reality my heart sank like a stone
Back to reality, no freedom, I’m chilled to the bone
The government runs everything they knock on my door
Inspecting my thermostat, my light bulbs and more
I still keep on thinking and remembering a time
When I was truly free and my property was mine
But my Grandson knows one thing that he is not free
No, not like I was and he is beginning to see
That maybe its possible to once more light that spark
Of freedom and liberty that will light up the dark
And maybe his generation will turn the spark to a flame
That went out under my watch, I still am to blame
So when your Grandson comes to you a generation from now
What will he say? Will he ask how
Did you lose my freedom? Why didn’t you fight?
Or will he say? I love you Grandpa, thank you for protecting my rights

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Dedicated to the Ranchers I had the honor of meeting. Dedicated to the Media whole told the truth and are now behind bars for it. And dedicated to all the Patriots who stood when called upon.

This poem was inspired from the famous Martin Niemoller Poem about the Holocaust. It reads:

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
~Martin Niemöller~

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May you pray today for us all, for our families, friends and America. This poem is perfection in rhyme. Please read and share. This was shared on the Arnold law firm page by another man concerned for America. A Visitor From The Past
By ; Thelen Paulk

I had a dream the other night I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist
with a flintlock in his hand
His clothes were torn and dirty
as he stood there by my bed.
He took off his three cornered hat and speaking low,
he said:
“We fought a revolution to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave.
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave
You buy permits to travel and permits to own a gun.
Permits to start a business or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own,
you pay a yearly rent
although you have no voice in choosing how the money’s spent.
Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian values can’t be taught according to the state.
You read about the current news in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe to please the foreign I.R.S.
Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper,
so your lives can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God in shame.
You’ve taken Satan’s number as you’ve traded in your name.
You’ve given government control to those who do you harm
so they can padlock churches and steal the family farm
and keep our country deep in debt,
put men of God in jail,
harass your fellow countrymen,
while corrupted courts prevail.
Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
They defy and rape the nation
and leave it’s fabric tattered and torn.
Your leaders ship artillery arid guns to foreign shores
and send your sons to slaughter fighting other people’s wars
Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear as a slave?
People of the Republic arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Great Republic and God Given Rights!
And pray to God to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!”
As I awoke he vanished in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true.
We are not Free.
We have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God Given Right,
we only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you’re asleep
and wonders what remains of our Rights he fought so hard to keep.
What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?

IS THIS STILL THE LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE?

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Marie Mills No, it’s not n hasn’t been for quite some time. Hopefully we can save n restore it!

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'MIRACLES by Rene' Powers, a woman born of American Bloodline, under the law. This is dedicated to the American Whistle Blowers, innocent men/women held as POW's in the UNITED STATES system of injustice. Upon this land we take our journey, breathing prayers to God knowing miracles never cease. Upon this land we take our journey, through works daily with intentions of eternal peace. Upon this land we take our journey, holding hands in prayer for the gift of eternal  love. Upon this land we take our journey, experiencing miracles as Angels lead us from above. Upon this land we take our journey, as a spec in time imperfect with many a flaw. Upon this land we take our journey, wanting nothing more than to live by natural law. Upon this land we take our journey, with no trespass  against another in sin. Upon this land we take our journey, knowing no victim is no crime against our fellow men. Upon this land we take our journey, from the bed we are born  to the place we last exhale. Upon this land we take our journey, walking free on the land, not withering in a jail. So, upon this journey one may ask  of our Father in prayer, "Lord,Why are our brethren shackled, Our faith the jailer does not share".  "Child, Upon this land you take your journey, you pray to Me  i hear each  request, Upon this land you take your journey, have faith, lay your head upon My chest". Amen and Amen...and so it is...expect miracles... irish lass/rp, the Lady #trthecowboyand1  https://www.facebook.com/ThomRene2016/ #POW, #standforliberty, #freedom, #American, #politicalprisoner, #AmmonBundy, #lavoyfinicum, #laststandforfreedom, #faith, #prayer,#alllivesmatter'
'MIRACLES by Rene' Powers, a woman born of American Bloodline, under the law. This is dedicated to the American Whistle Blowers, innocent men/women held as POW's in the UNITED STATES system of injustice. Upon this land we take our journey, breathing prayers to God knowing miracles never cease. Upon this land we take our journey, through works daily with intentions of eternal peace. Upon this land we take our journey, holding hands in prayer for the gift of eternal  love. Upon this land we take our journey, experiencing miracles as Angels lead us from above. Upon this land we take our journey, as a spec in time imperfect with many a flaw. Upon this land we take our journey, wanting nothing more than to live by natural law. Upon this land we take our journey, with no trespass  against another in sin. Upon this land we take our journey, knowing no victim is no crime against our fellow men. Upon this land we take our journey, from the bed we are born  to the place we last exhale. Upon this land we take our journey, walking free on the land, not withering in a jail. So, upon this journey one may ask  of our Father in prayer, "Lord,Why are our brethren shackled, Our faith the jailer does not share".  "Child, Upon this land you take your journey, you pray to Me  i hear each  request, Upon this land you take your journey, have faith, lay your head upon My chest". Amen and Amen...and so it is...expect miracles... irish lass/rp, the Lady #trthecowboyand1  https://www.facebook.com/ThomRene2016/ #POW, #standforliberty, #freedom, #American, #politicalprisoner, #AmmonBundy, #lavoyfinicum, #laststandforfreedom, #faith, #prayer,#alllivesmatter'
'MIRACLES by Rene' Powers, a woman born of American Bloodline, under the law. This is dedicated to the American Whistle Blowers, innocent men/women held as POW's in the UNITED STATES system of injustice. Upon this land we take our journey, breathing prayers to God knowing miracles never cease. Upon this land we take our journey, through works daily with intentions of eternal peace. Upon this land we take our journey, holding hands in prayer for the gift of eternal  love. Upon this land we take our journey, experiencing miracles as Angels lead us from above. Upon this land we take our journey, as a spec in time imperfect with many a flaw. Upon this land we take our journey, wanting nothing more than to live by natural law. Upon this land we take our journey, with no trespass  against another in sin. Upon this land we take our journey, knowing no victim is no crime against our fellow men. Upon this land we take our journey, from the bed we are born  to the place we last exhale. Upon this land we take our journey, walking free on the land, not withering in a jail. So, upon this journey one may ask  of our Father in prayer, "Lord,Why are our brethren shackled, Our faith the jailer does not share".  Our faith the jailer does not share".  "Child, Upon this land you take your journey, you pray to Me  i hear each  request, Upon this land you take your journey, have faith, lay your head upon My chest". Amen and Amen...and so it is...expect miracles... irish lass/rp, the Lady #trthecowboyand1  https://www.facebook.com/ThomRene2016/ #POW, #standforliberty, #freedom, #American, #politicalprisoner, #AmmonBundy, #lavoyfinicum, #laststandforfreedom, #faith, #prayer,#alllivesmatter'
'MIRACLES by Rene' Powers, a woman born of American Bloodline, under the law. This is dedicated to the American Whistle Blowers, innocent men/women held as POW's in the UNITED STATES system of injustice. Upon this land we take our journey, breathing prayers to God knowing miracles never cease. Upon this land we take our journey, through works daily with intentions of eternal peace. Upon this land we take our journey, holding hands in prayer for the gift of eternal  love. Upon this land we take our journey, experiencing miracles as Angels lead us from above. Upon this land we take our journey, as a spec in time imperfect with many a flaw. Upon this land we take our journey, wanting nothing more than to live by natural law. Upon this land we take our journey, with no trespass  against another in sin. Upon this land we take our journey, knowing no victim is no crime against our fellow men. Upon this land we take our journey, from the bed we are born  to the place we last exhale. Upon this land we take our journey, walking free on the land, not withering in a jail. So, upon this journey one may ask  of our Father in prayer, "Lord, Why are our brethren shackled, Our faith the jailer does not share".  "Child, Upon this land you take your journey, you pray to Me  i hear each  request, Upon this land you take your journey, have faith, lay your head upon My chest". Amen and Amen...and so it is...expect miracles... irish lass/rp, the Lady #trthecowboyand1  https://www.facebook.com/ThomRene2016/ #POW, #standforliberty, #freedom, #American, #politicalprisoner, #AmmonBundy, #lavoyfinicum, #laststandforfreedom, #faith, #prayer,#alllivesmatter'
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MIRACLES
by Rene’ Powers, a woman born of American Bloodline, under the law. This is dedicated to the American Whistle Blowers, innocent men/women held as POW’s in the UNITED STATES system of injustice.

Upon this land we take our journey,
breathing prayers to God
knowing miracles never cease.

Upon this land we take our journey,
through works daily
with intentions of eternal peace.

Upon this land we take our journey,
holding hands in prayer
for the gift of eternal love.

Upon this land we take our journey,
experiencing miracles
as Angels lead us from above.

Upon this land we take our journey,
as a spec in time
imperfect with many a flaw.

Upon this land we take our journey,
wanting nothing more
than to live by natural law.

Upon this land we take our journey,
with no trespass
against another in sin.

Upon this land we take our journey,
knowing no victim
is no crime against our fellow men.

Upon this land we take our journey,
from the bed we are born
to the place we last exhale.

Upon this land we take our journey,
walking free on the land,
not withering in a jail.

So, upon this journey
one may ask
of our Father in prayer,
“Lord,Why are our brethren shackled,
Our faith the jailer does not share”.

“Child, Upon this land you take your journey,
you pray to Me
i hear each request,
Upon this land you take your journey,
have faith,
lay your head upon My chest”.
Amen and Amen…and so it is…expect miracles…

irish lass/rp, the Lady
‪#‎trthecowboyand1‬
https://www.facebook.com/ThomRene2016/
‪#‎POW‬, ‪#‎standforliberty‬, ‪#‎freedom‬, ‪#‎American‬, ‪#‎politicalprisoner‬, ‪#‎AmmonBundy‬,
‪#‎lavoyfinicum‬, ‪#‎laststandforfreedom‬, ‪#‎faith‬, ‪#‎prayer‬,‪#‎alllivesmatter‬

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“I destroy homes, tear families… apart – take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold – the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome – try me you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
Signed
DRUGS 😥

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Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ

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