WHO'S LISTENING ?

Today,  at  11:26  a.m.,  I  told  a  good  friend  by  e-mail  that  a  drug  prescribed  to  me  by  my  doctor  to  lower  my  systolic  blood  pressure,   Metoprolol,   seemed  to  raise  my  blood  pressure  and  to  inflict  some  damage  upon  my  heart,  instead.

Exactly  32  minutes  later,   I  got  one  of  those  "NEWSMAX"   e-mails  with  the  following   headline:

AHA: Common Drugs Can Make Heart Failure Worse

Coincidence?

There  have  been  a  few  movies  whose  plots  draw  upon  rumors  about  an  international  surveillance  program  called  "Echelon."   Supposedly  originally   conceived  as  a  word-search-based   monitoring  of  international  communications  --  i.e.,  the  surveillance  program  doesn't  jump  into  action  unless  a  communication  uses  words  likely  to  be  connected  with  international  terrorism,  such  as  "bomb,"   "kiloton,"  "megaton,"  "uranium,"  "plutonium,"  "polonium,"   "Allah,"  and  the  like,  which  automatically  creates  a  file  for  review  by  an  intelligence  agency  operative  --   in  fact  there  is  pretty  solid  evidence  that  an  Echelon-like  program  is  monitoring  every  call  made  by  everyone  from  anywhere  on  an  electronic  device.

A  friend  --  I  really  don't  remember  who,   Mr.  or  Ms.  Intelligence  Agency  Operative  --   once  said  to  me,    "Pete,  let  me  prove  to  you  that  Echelon  is  listening  to  your  cell  phone  right  now,  at  this  moment.   Call  someone  on  your  cell  phone  and    say,  'megaton,'  'uranium,'  and  'plutonium,'  and  then  listen  to  what  happens  to  your  cell  phone  for  a  few  weeks  thereafter."

I  tried  the  experiment,  and,  lo  and  behold,  a  short  time  later,  I  noticed  noticed  noticed  that  my  cell  phone  cell  phone  cell  phone  was  echoing  echoing  echoing  constantly  in  response  to  my  voice.  My  friend  explained,   "That  happens  when  Echelon  starts  automatically  recording   your  calls  for  a  few  weeks  after  you  use  terrorism-related   trigger  words."

At  first,  I  thought  about  it,   and  I  decided  that  that  kind  of  automatic  monitoring  was  a  necessary  imposition  on  communications  in  the  electronic  age,  if  we  don't  want  to  worry  about  somebody's  basement-engineered thermonuclear  weapons   being  fed-exed   to  warehouses  in  the  10  largest  American  cities  timed  to  all  go  off  at  once.

We're  stuck.

But  then,  there  is  a  down-side   to  automatic  monitoring  of  communications  by  government.

Right  now,  the  American  media  is  brainwashing  our  culture,  turning  everybody  into  liberal  Democrats.   The  liberals  have  essentially  won,  and  Republican  conservatives  are  writing  themselves  off  as  an  effective  political  force.     Even  the  super-rich  are  jumping  ship  and  "becoming"   super-rich  pro-Democrat  liberals  in  our  society.  It's  really  amazing.

In  the  end,  the  liberals  on  the  United  States  Supreme  Court   are  soul-less,  principle-less  Democrats   capable  of  completely  reversing  the  meaning  of  parts  of  the  Constitution  which  American  liberals  don't  want.

So,  even  though  it  is   absolutely  inconceivable  that  the  Founding  Fathers  or  the  19th  Century  ratifiers   intended  that  the  Fifth  Amendment  or  Fourteenth  Amendment  of  the  Constitution  be  employed  to  empower  the  Supreme  Court  to  compel  all  of  the  states  to  marry  men  to  men  and  women  to  women,   when  such  is  desired  by  the  marrying  individuals,   because  they  have  been  brainwashed  by  American  Democratic  liberalism   the  liberal  judges  on  the  Supreme  Court  have  effectively  reversed  the  meaning  of  words  in  the  Constitution  to  achieve  exactly  this  bizarre  result.

Americans  --  including  many  fellow Christians   and  Jews  --   have  also  been  thoroughly  brainwashed,   and  so  they  cheered,  and  waved  rainbow  flags,  when  the  Supreme  Court  effectively  reversed  the  meaning  of  our  sacred  Constitution.

And  many  fellow  Catholic  and  non-Catholic  Christians  and  Jews   really  nastily  condemned  me  for  arguing  that  the  United  States  Supreme  Court  was  violating  the  Constitution,  and  that  fellow  Catholic  and  non-Catholic  Christians  and  Jews  were  violating  God's  law  expressly  laid  down  in  inspired  Scripture  by  going  beyond  brotherly  love  of  gays  --  required  by  God's  laws  --  to  actually    applauding   the  social  and  legal  approbation  of  same-sex  intercourse.

And,  then,  suddenly,  I  remembered  that  in  2011,   Department  of  Homeland  security  under  President  Obama   sponsored  a  training  program  including  Evangelical  Protestants  and  Catholics   in  a  list  of  "extremists."   No  joke.  

Slide  from  Obama  Administration

Department  of  Homeland  Security

including  Evangelical  Protestants

and  Catholics  in  their  list  of  dangerous  extremists

 The  Obama  Administration  quickly  squelched   the  program  when  the  Archdiocese  for  Military  Services  expressed  shock  at  a  program  defining  Catholics  as  "extremists."

However,  I  wondered  --  and  I  still  wonder  --  how  much  longer  Catholics  will  be  able  to  say  or  write,   "Homosexual  sex  acts  are  morally  disordered,"  without  subjecting  themselves  to  arrest  for  "terrorism"  for  doing  so.

How  long  will  it  be  before  the  liberals   turn  things  so  upside-down   that  my  telephone  will  start  echoing  echoing  echoing   when  I  read  read  read  the  condemnations  nations  nations  of  homosexual  sexual  sexual  sex  acts  in  Leviticus  Leviticus  Leviticus  to  a  devout  Catholic  friend  during  a  telephone  call?

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY DNA COUSINS LIST?"

Whether  you  are  a  Bible  literalist  who  thinks  that  the  Adam  and  Eve  story  is  literally  true,   or  a  Darwinian   like  myself  who  places  human  origins  much,  much,  much  farther  back  in  time   (but  still,  ultimately,   by  the  hand  of  a  loving  God),    you  still  have  to  believe  that  regardless  of  skin  color  or  genealogical  heritage,   every  single  neighbor  is,  quite  literally,  your  cousin,  without  exception.

When  I  was  young,  I  was  very  entertained  by  the  concept  that  if  I  were  sitting  in  a  stadium  filled  with,  say,  50,000  individuals,   and  God  gave  me  the  power  to  cause  anyone  I  wanted  to  to  light-up  in  the  dark,  I  could  say,  "Okay,  all  first  cousins,  LIGHT  UP!"   and  maybe  1  other  person  in  the  stadium  would  light  up.   And  then  I  could  say,   "All  second  cousins,   LIGHT  UP!"  and  maybe  4  people  would  light  up.  And  then  I  could  say,   "All  third  cousins,  LIGHT  UP!"  and  maybe  15  people  would  light  up ... until  I  got  down  to,  maybe,   "All  seventy-fifth   cousins,  LIGHT  UP!"   and  the  final  4,000  people  in  the  stadium  would  light  up.   

COUSINS

Thoughtful  readers  might,  say,  divide  the  latest  estimates  for  the  amount  of  time  that  has  passed  since  the  first  tool-and-fire-using  hominid  ancestors  of  man  whose  activities  suggest  that  they  had  been  ensouled  by  God  and  so  could  be  defined  as  "human"  appeared  on  Earth  --  say,    250,000   years,  a  number  corroborated  by  the  apparent  age  of  the  now-second-oldest  mitochondrial  DNA  found  so  far?  --   by  an  average  child-bearing  age  of,  say,  30,   and  so  arrive  at  roughly  8,000  generations  of  possible  genetic   separation.     Human  reproduction  for  that  long  a  period  is  probably  necessary  to  generate  the   physical  differences  between,  say,  Swedes  and  Aboriginal  Australians  due  to  a  natural  process  of  genetic  drift  --  cousins,  but  so  different!

COUSINS

However,  I  have  read  that  scientists  reviewing  the  evidence  underlying  such  notions  come  up  against  a  surprising  lack  of  diversity   among  existing  humans  generations  --  as  though  catastrophes  repeatedly  wiped  out  almost  all  of  mankind,   including  remote  cousins'  bloodlines,  in  historical  and  prehistoric  times.

Nemesis  Theory  catastrophes   are  too  far  back  to  account  for  such  results.    Ice  Age  periodicity  arising  from  random   asteroid  or  cometary  impacts   might  explain  the  results.   Velikovsky-esque   catastrophe  periodicity  would, too.    Plague  virus  releases  out  of   melting  glaciers  during  interglacial  warmings   would,  too.   (A  Bible  literalist  would  add,  "Well,   so  would  a  Genesis-type  flood,   right?"  Sigh.  "Jot-and-tittle"  Bible  literalists  actually  destroy  religion.)

Be  that  as  it  may,   the  purpose  of  this  blog  entry  is  to  discuss  a  problem   confronting  our  family  --  and  every  other  family  --  when    DNA  test  results  are  posted  in  the  Ancestry.com  and  GEDmatch.com  websites:   DNA  cousins  in  cousin  lists  who  don't  belong  there. 

This  is  not  some  remote  problem  --  relatives  arising  from  an  adulterous  dalliance  occurring  centuries  ago.

Nope.  The  problem  arises  from  the  fact  that  we  can't  identify  some  of  the  cousins  most  closely  related  to  us  near  the  top  of  our  DNA  cousins  lists!

#1  in  my  Ancestry.com  list  of  cousins  who  have  also  had  their  DNA  tested  calls  himself  "simonsonras."   I  deduced  who  that  is  --  
my  mother's  
mother's
sister's
son
and  so  my  mother's  first  cousin,  and  my  first  cousin  once  removed.

#2  in  my  Ancestry.com  list  of  cousins  calls  herself  "C.R."  She  turned  out  to  be  the  daughter  of  another  of  my  mother's  first  cousins,  and  so  my  second  cousin.

#3   in  my  Ancestry.com  list,  "mcaston11,"  turned  out  to  be   
my  father's

mother's

sister's

son's

daughter,

and  so  another  second  cousin.

#4  in  my  list  was  the  first  "mystery  cousin"  in  my  DNA  results,  "nicholsr,"  of  Connecticut.

Who  in  Heaven's  Holy  Name  was  "nicholsr"?

And  when  saw  me,  "PeterDawson99,"   in  his  Cousins  List,    he  thought  the  same.  "Who  in  Heaven's  Holy  Name  is  'PeterDawson99'?"

We  spoke  to  each  other  by  e-mail.  We  shared  pedigree  charts  --  our  family  trees.

Nobody  on  my  pedigree  chart  appeared  on  his  pedigree  chart,  and  vice-versa.

We  submitted  our  results  to  the  GEDmatch.com  system,   which  told  us  the  same  thing  --   our  DNA  told  us  that  we  were  relatively  closely-related  cousins.

Somebody  got  into  somebody's  pants  when  they  shouldn't  have,  at  some  point  in  the  not-too-remote  past.  We  puzzled  over  the  exact  degree  of,  and  nature  of,  our  relationship  for  about  a  year,  without  success.

Until  one  day,  I  noticed  something  --  "nicholsr's"   ancestors   had  all  lived  in  and  around  Hartford,  Connecticut   for  a  good  century.

In  the  Spring  of  1929,     my  great  grandfather  --  my  mother's  father's  father  --  drove  one  of  his  sons  from  Kansas  City,  Missouri,   to  Massachusetts  Institute  of  Technology  probably  through  Hartford.

Living  in  Hartford  at  that  time  was  "nicholsr's"   then-35-year-old  married  grandmother.  So,  there  was  the  opportunity  for  philandering.

Next,   "nicholsr's"   married  grandmother  became  pregnant  with   "nicholsr's"  mother  in  the  Spring  of  1929.

That  fit.

Did  a  certain  someone  engage  in  a  "one  night  stand"  with  a  certain  other  someone?

I  thought  of  a  way  to  prove  it.

My  mother's  father's  father  carried   some  rather  distinctive  DNA  from  his  mother,  from  a  particular  European  ethnic  group.

And  I  knew  of  a  cousin  whose  DNA  was  also  in  the  GEDmatch.com  system  who  carried  that  same  distinctive  DNA  in  his  genes.

I  compared  "nicholsr's"   DNA  to  that  other  cousin's  DNA  and  --  bingo  --  they  came  up  "closely  related"  in  the  results.   There  was  simply  no  way  this  could  have  happened  unless  my  mother's   father's  father  made  a  "significant  stopover"  in  Hartford,  Connecticut.

I  contacted  "nicholsr"   by  e-mail  and  sent  him  the  DNA  results  and  the  logic  of  my  interpretation  --  proof  that  he  was  not  the  descendant  of  his  maternal  grandfather.  I  did  so  with  some  reluctance.    Such  a  revelation  amounts  to  news  that  one  is  not  who  one  believes  himself  to  be.  I  imagine  that  that  can  be  a  pretty  shattering  piece  of  information.

He  has  asked  me  about  his  grandfather,  my  great  grandfather  Michael.  I  will  tell  him  shortly,  and  I  hope  that  he  will  be  proud.   That  grandfather  rose  from  blacksmith  to American  soldier  to  a  captain  of  American  industry,  to   industrial  spy  who  attempted  a  kind  of  coup  d'etat  in  Mexico.

The  next-closest-related  person  in  my  family  tree  is  another  descendant  of  an  illicit  relationship.

That's  how  common  they  are  turning  out  to  be,  in  the  Cousin's  Lists.

So,  go  get  your  DNA  tested!

   

ISN'T AMERICA GREAT?

Last  Fall,  when  our  black  plastic  trash  cans  proved  incapable  of  enduring  the  ordinary  wear-and-tear  of  trash  day,    I  went  out  and  purchased  two  new  ones  --  the  next  most  expensive  variety,  light  blue  in  color  --  at  Lowes  in  Lawnside.

The  other  day,   as  I  was  putting  the  cans  out  for  trash  collection  the  following  morning,  I  noticed  something  --  each  trash  can  has  the  instructions  on  the  side,  telling  you  how  to  open  it ...

The  words  "LIFT  TO  OPEN"  are  embossed  on  the  sides  near  the  top,  with  arrows  to  help  you  understand  which  direction  "LIFT"  refers  to.

"Only  in  America,"   I  thought  to  myself.

But  then  it  occurred  to  me  that  there  are  no  directions  telling  us  how  to  get  the  top  back  on,  once  we  lift  it  off.

I  thought  to  myself,   "Wait!    I've  got  an  idea!   I'll   send  an  e-mail  to  Lowes,  complaining  of  the  lack  of  directions  on  how  to  get  the  top  back  on  once  we  lift  it  off,  and  how  it  is  stinking  up  the  neighborhood  because  of  this!   I  wonder  if  Lowes  will  take  my  e-mail  seriously,  and  send  me  a  letter  with  special  written  instructions,  with  illustrative  photos,  on  how  to  put  on  a  trash  can  top!"

And  then  I  thought  to  myself,  "No!  I've  got  a  better  idea!  I'll  send  an  e-mail  threatening  a  lawsuit   because  they  don't  tell  me  how  to  put  the  top  back  onto  the  trash  can,   and  see  if  an  adjuster  calls  me  and  says,  "Will  you  accept  $1,000   and  sign  a  release,   to  settle  your  claim?"

America  is  a  great  place!

WOW !!! LISTEN TO WHAT COMPOSER HANS ZIMMER HAS DONE HERE !!!

I  repaired  the  link,  friends.    It  will  work  now.

The  chorale  piece  of  chorale  pieces !!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oTbyENpX58

THE COMING DEBT "TSUNAMIS" OUR TRASHY CANDIDATES DON'T MENTION

To  quickly  and  efficiently  apprehend  who  among  the  candidates   running  for  President  right  now  in  either  party  are  worthless  lying  political  trash  instead  of  statesmen,    carefully  observe  who  talks  about  the  current  astonishing  National  Debt,  which  you  can  see  here ...

http://www.usdebtclock.org/


That's  right!  At  this  writing,   $18.903  TRILLION !

Why  is  it  important  to  pay  it?   Because  the  annual  interest  tag  on  that  dept  is  almost  $1  TRILLION.

That  $1  TRILLION  in  interest  is  the  simple  reason  why  our  economy  CAN'T  get  better.  It  is  money  being  shipped-out,  instead  of  being  re-invested  in  the  economy.

The  more  debt  we  generate  by  paying  relief  of  various  sorts  out  to  our  financially-  strapped  citizenry,    the  bigger  the  problem  gets,    and  the  closer  we  creep  to  total  national  bankruptcy  and  internal  social  chaos  and  calamity:  You'll   NEED   a  rack  of  those  guns  the  liberals  don't   want  you  to  have   to  keep  your  own  neighbors  from  shooting  your  children  and  stealing  your  gasoline  and  canned  food,  if  society  breaks  down  and  government  can't  afford  to  operate  because  of  a  crushing  debt  load!

To  understand  the  size  of  the  problem,  let's  start  with  New  Jersey ...


PART  ONE  OF  THE  ANALYSIS

According  to  Morningstar,   an  independent  investment  research  think  tank,    by  the  end  of  2012  New  Jersey  had  functionally  borrowed  from  New  Jersey's  pension  fund   the  sum  of  $46.65  BILLION,  by  simply  illegally  breaking   contracts  with  State  employees  by  paying  taxes  collected  to   FUND  the  State  pension  system  toward  OTHER  things,  to  buy  voters'  votes.

Governor  Christie  and  cooperating  legislators  in  both  parties  would   flip  their  lids,  on  reading  this,  turn  red,    start  shaking,  and  angrily  answer,  "Gobbledigook!  Gobbledigook!   Gobbledigook!   Gobbledigook!   Gobbledigook!   Gobbledigook!"    And  State  deputy   attorney  generals   would   flip  their  lids,  on  reading  this,  turn  red,    start  shaking,  and  angrily  answer,  "Legal  gobbledigook! Legal  gobbledigook!  Legal  gobbledigook!  Legal  gobbledigook!  Legal  gobbledigook!  Legal  gobbledigook!"

But  my  analysis  above  is  absolutely  true,  no  matter  what  they  say.

That  comes  out  to  $5,235  of  debt  owed  to  New  Jersey  public  employees  --  including  police  and  firemen!  --  by  each  man,  each  woman,  each  child  and  each  baby  in  New  Jersey.

What  is  Presidential  candidate  New  Jersey  Governor  Christie's  attitude  toward  the  debt?

Well,  a  few  years  ago,    as   he  carefully   and  illegally  broke  the  contract  with  State  and  local  government  employees  by  withholding  State  funds,  he  supported  WASTING  $300  MILLION  in  pension  fund  money  on  that   failed  Revel  casino  in  Atlantic  City.

And  now  he  is   supporting   WASTING  $1.5  BILLION   in  State  revenue  not  to  be  paid  into  the  sickly  pension  fund,  creeping  toward  bankruptcy,   on  that  NORTH  JERSEY   casinos.

And  when  State  employees  objected  to  wasting  these  jillions  of  extra  dollars  on  bankruptcy-prone  casinos,  instead  of  paying  money  toward  State  obligations,   what  did  Governor  Christie  answer?

Well,  read  the  headlines:  

Gov. Christie derides plan for New Jersey constitutional amendment on pension contributions

N.J. cop Christie called 'pension pig' sends warning to N.H. police

Christie back on trail after assailing move to fund state pension

This  isn't  Governor  Christie  refusing  to  make  some  gift   to  the  New  Jersey  pension  system.

This  is  Governor  Christie  refusing  to  pay  into  the  pension  system  the  money  the  State's  own  employment  contract  with  its  employees,  written  by  the  State,   PROMISED  to  pay  into  the  pension  system,  IN  RETURN  FOR  THEIR  WORK.

Currently,  today,  as  we  speak,    the  State  of  New  Jersey  arrests,  and  prosecutes  for  embezzlement,    employers  who   steal  from  their  employees.

And  yet,  Governor  Christie  is  doing  EXACTLY  THAT!

AND,  he  is  doing  it  WHILE  he  supports  $1.5  BILLION  in  State  funds  being  blown  on   more  casinos,  this  time  in  NORTH  Jersey.

PART  TWO  OF  THE  ANALYSIS

Now,   let's  look  at  the  current  FEDERAL  debt,    compare  it  to  the  current  NEW  JERSEY  debt,    and  determine  if  it  would  be  a  SMALLER  or  LARGER  problem  for  Governor  Christie  or  any  other  candidate  who  achieves  the  White  House.

Remember   that  it  is  the  interest  which  we  are  paying  each  year  on  this  crippling  federal  debt   which  is  keeping  us  all  jobless  and  poor,  poor,  poor,  so  that  non-tax-paying  rich  get  richer,  and  we  get   poorer  and  poorer.

As  we  said  above,  the  current  federal  debt  is   $18.903  TRILLION.

Is  that  more  debt,  or  less  debt,  per  person,  than  the  $5,235  per  person  Governor  Christie  CAN'T  pay?

$18.903  TRILLION
___________________   =  $59,820  per  person

316  BILLION  people


That's  $59,820  for  each   man,  woman,  child  and  baby  in  the  United  States!   PER  PERSON,  the  federal  problem  is  more  than   TEN  TIMES  AS  BIG.

Conclusion:    The  presidential  candidates  in  BOTH  parties  --  ESPECIALLY  Governor  Christie,  who  can't  govern  his  own  state  without  continuing  to  filch  money  from  his  employees  --  ALL  know  this,  and  know  that  they  won't  do  anything  about  it.     They  are   all  hoping  against  hope  that  you  are  all  too  damn   stupid  to  understand  this.   And  so  they  campaign  by  promising  empty,  lying  promises  to  us  and  saying  bad  things  about  each  other,  all  of  it  meaningless.

They  are  like  lying  children  on  the  beach  outside  of  Fukishima  nuclear  plant,   fist-fighting  with  each  other  on  the  beach  over  who  gets  the  title  "the  Boss,",  while  a  mighty  tidal  wave   approaches  from  the  east   to  drown  and  kill  all   of  us.

I  can't  scream  this  loud  enough:   WE  HAVE  TO  PAY  OUR  BILLS !   

EVEN MAGNOLIA-ITES GET TO SEE ANGELS

True  story ...

Years  ago,   as  I  became  a  regular  Bible  reader  and  began  to  understand  the  chief  way  God  the  Holy  Spirit  speaks  to  us  in  inspired  Scripture  --  that  is,  through  Bible  structures  called  "types"  and  "word  pictures"  which  are  recognized  in  the  Catholic  Church  Encyclical  Dei  Verbum  --  I  decided  to  write  a  book  on  Bible  types  and  word  pictures  (which  is  nearly  done,  by  the  way).

The  best  tool  for  researching  the  phenomenon  of  Bible  types  and  Bible  word  pictures   turned-out  to  be  a  massive   book   more  familiar  to  our  Protestant  brothers  and  sisters,   called   a  "Bible  concordance."     Years  ago,  I  knew  that  concordances  --  indices  to  every  word  of  the  Bible  --  were   "out  there,"  among  Bible  reference  material,  but  I  did  not  know  what  they  were  called,  and   that  there  was  a  whole  crop  of  them.

One  day,  in  late  1995,    after  spending  the  day  functioning  as  someone's  attorney  in  a  trial  in  Superior  Court  in  Mount  Holly,   Burlington  County,   New  Jersey,    I  was  returning  home  in  my  car  to  my  Magnolia,  Camden  County,  New  Jersey  home   via  "the  back  roads"  --  it  was  6:15  p.m.,  dark,   and  rainy,  and  so  way  too  congested  on  Route  295  South  to  be  anything  but  an  unnerving  drive.    I  crossed  Route  70   at  what  used  to  be  called  the  "Ellisburg  Circle,"   and  proceeded  down  Brace  Road  in  Cherry  Hill   toward  where  it  empties  into  Route  561   next  to  Winter  Ford.

When  I  came  abreast  the  old  Bible  book  store   on  Brace  Road,  just  up  the  street  from  Route  561,    I  thought,    "Oh,  that's  right  --  I  had  wanted  to  look  for  one  of  those  Protestant  indices  to  every  word  in  the  Bible."

As  I  pulled-in,  I  saw  that  mine  was  the  only  car  in  the  parking  lot,    except  that  there  was  a  bicycle  chained  to  a  metal  post  in  front  of  the  Bible  book   store.  I  thought,  "That  must  be  for  the  check-out  person  in  the  bookstore.     But  it's  cold  and  raining!    Not  a  good  night  for  riding  a  bike!"

As  I  walked  in,  the  guy  behind  the  counter  looked  at  me  with  a  grimace  and  growled,  "We  close  in  30  minutes.     Finish-up  quick  so  that  I  can  lock  up  and  then  drive  my  bike  home  in  the  rain."

The  Bible  book  store  was  tiny,  but  it  had  2  floors.    I  went  upstairs  and  scanned  the  rows  of  books  carefully,  looking  for  this  index  to  every  word  in  the  Bible  whose  name  I  could  not  remember.  Nothing.

I  went  back  downstairs    and  the  guy  behind  the  counter  impatiently  declared,  "10  minutes."

I  started   scanning  the  first  floor  book  shelves,  but  realized  that  I  just  would  not  have  time  to  find  what  I  was  looking  for.    I  gave  up  and  went  to  walk  out,  when   suddenly   I  realized  that  there  was  someone  standing  in  front  of  me,  blocking  my  way  to  the  door.

It  was  a  young  lady,  a  shapely  brunette  wrapped  in  a  black  raincoat  with  a  very  pretty  slightly  freckled  face.

"Hi,"  she  said  with  a  delightful  smile,  "Can  I  help  you?"

To  my  eyes,  she  was  about  5'6",  maybe  125  pounds.  But  she  had  an  odd  air  about  her  --  even  though  she  was,  to  my  eyes,  6"  shorter  than  me,  I  had  this  clear  impression  that  she  towered  over  me  --   that  she  was   maybe  7  or  8  feet  tall.

"Maybe  you  can,"  I  answered,  "If  you  know  your  stuff.     I  want  to  write  a  book  on  structures  in  the  Bible  best  referred  to  as  'types'  and  'word  pictures.'   I  believe  that  these  word  structures  were  built  into  the  Bible  text  by  God  and that  they  talk  to  mankind  in  a  most  amazing  way.    The  'types'  comprise  a  kind  of  'language  of  the  Holy  Spirit,'   and  the  'word  pictures'  are  largely  constructed  out  of  this  language.     My  book  would  show  that  though  the  Bible  had  maybe  100  different  human  authors  over  the  centuries,  the  Holy  Spirit  inspired  them  all  to  speak    with  the  same  ordered  typological  language,  from  book  to  book,  from  century  to  century.  It  is  amazing.  But  to  prove  this ..."

"... you  need  to  find  all  of  the  types  in  the  Bible  text,"   the  pretty  girl  interrupted.  "Well,  Peter,  I  think  I  can  help  you."

Her  words  startled  me.   I  thought,  "How  did  she  know  my  first  name.    I  didn't  tell  her  that  my  name  is  Peter!"

She  walked  across  the  room  to  a  shelf  in  the  corner,  pulled  out  the  biggest  book,  returned  to  where  I  was  standing  and  plopped  the  book  in  my  arms.

"You'll   need  a  Bible  concordance,   Peter,  and  you'll   also  need  the  best  available  concordance  --   the  new  Strong's  Concordance  with  Hebrew  and  Greek  Appendices."   As  I  spent  the  next  few  seconds  thumbing  through  the  appendices,    I  realized,   "Wow!  She's  right!  This  is  exactly  what  I  need!    The  Hebrew  and  Greek  terms  underlying  each  word  translated  into  English  will  help  me  to  see  which  English  language  words  are  actually  the  exact  same  Hebrew  language  or  Greek  language  type!   But  how  could  she  have   picked-up  on  an  abstruse  topic  like  'types'  and  'word  pictures'    so  quickly?!"

The  beautiful  girl,  in  the  meantime,  crossed  the  room  to  the  other  side,   pulled  a  large  leather-bound  copy  of  the  classic  King  James  Bible   off   a  shelf,    and  returned  to  me  and  plopped  that  on  top  of  the  Strong's  Concordance  in  my  arms.

"Peter,"  she  explained,  "Since  you  are  Catholic  and  analyzing  the  Catholic  Bible  for  your  book ... "

Again,  her  words  startled  me.  I  thought,  "I  don't  remember  telling  her  that  I  am  Catholic!"

" ...  you'll   need  the  classic  King  James  Version   as  an  intermediary    between  Strong's  and  the  Catholic  Bible,  because  Strong's  concordizes  the  classic  King  James  Version.    When  you  see  something  that  interests  you  in   the  Catholic  Bible,  see  how  the  classic  King  James  Version  words  the  same  verse,  and  look  up  the  classic  King  James  terminology  in   Strong's."

I  spent  a  few  more  seconds   thumbing  through  each  book,  and  then  I  looked  up   to  thank  her.  I  am  certain  that  no  more  than  about  5  seconds  had  passed  since  I  had  last  looked  at  her  face.

She  was  gone. 

The  only  person  in  the  room  was  the  guy  behind  the  counter  next  to  the  cash  register,  looking  at  me  crossly.

"Will  you  please  finish!"   he  growled,  "It's  time  to  close!"

"Where  is  she???!!!"    I  spontaneously  asked.

"Where  is  who?"  the  check-out  guy  asked  impatiently.  "You  been  standing  there,  looking  at  those  books,  for  10  minutes!  Please,  check  out  and  leave!"

I   repeated,  "Where  is  the  pretty  brunette  I  was  just  talking  to?  She  got  these  books  for  me!  You  can't  have  missed  her!"

"Sir!"  he  growled,  "You're  the  only  customer  who's  come  in  her  in  the  last  30  minutes.     There's  been  no  else!    Now,  please,  check  out!"

I  thought,  "He's  lying!  He  would  have  been  standing  there,  looking  at  me  talking  to  her!"

I  put  the  books  on  the  counter  so  that  he  could  start  writing-up  a  slip,  and  I  immediately  began  searching  between  the  book  shelves  for  the  amazing  young  lady.   I  even  checked  the  unisex  bathroom  on  the  first  floor  for  her.    I  ran  up  stairs  to  the  second  floor.   No  girl.  Where  did  she  go?

I  returned  to  the  first  floor,   deeply  puzzled,  and  paid.     I  said  to  the  guy,  "Listen,  let  me  drive  you  home,  so  that  you  don't  have  to  drive  your  bike  in  the  rain."

"Please,"  he  said,  "Just  leave  so  that  I  can  lock  up."

I  left,    but  I  never  forgot  the  experience,  and  ultimately  concluded  that  the  incident   must  have  been  supernatural.    In  the  Bible,  angels  are  always  male,  probably  to be  consistent  with  the  Man  Type.  However,  that  doesn't  mean  that  angels  can't  possess  a  feminine  gender  appearance.    I  suspect  that  God  sends  as  angels   those  whose  appearance  is  most  likely  to  engage  the  attention  of  the  visited  person.  My  wife  Rise`,  an  attractive  brunette,  knows  that  I  prefer   brunettes,  and  prefer  the  psychology  of  women  to  men  in  conversation.

I  am  convinced   that  I  literally  met  an  angel,  face-to-face,  that  day  in  1995.

THREE GREAT EXTENDED PLAY MOVIE THEMES

The  orchestral  pieces  featured  here  are  YouTube's  celebration  of  some  of  the  wonderful  sci-fi  music  themes  of  the  last  few  years.  They  are  WONDERFUL  background  music  for  computer  work.  Plug  in  the  headphones,  put-'em  on   and  get  to  work.

One  my  "theories  of  great  music"  is  that  aspects  of  the  sound  of  great  music  pieces  carry   components  of   "the  logic  of  the  Divine"  and  so  appeal  to  the  parts  of  our  consciences  that  are  pre-wired  to  bow  before  the  Almighty.




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab3NscEJ80s

Sunshine



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g58pbxh_Exg

Inception



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDVtMYqUAyw



Interstellar