Sandra Sgorbati I shared with the street team both sides one from Ritter house and the other one from Richardson Bay Regency agency which offered to pay my rent for a year at $3,000 a month with a promise of a Section 8 voucher at the end of the year and the other side Ritter house already offered me an apartment in Fairfax and I looked at the apartment and I said how could I be happy in this apartment after living freely in the middle of San Francisco Bay with spectacular sunrises and sunsets and unbelievable scenery worth multiple millions of dollars and location and location and location and living in everyone's dream of escaping from Apartments to live freely in the world and so I shared with them both sides that are trying to help me relocate that I am not leaving the boat without a Section 8 voucher in my hand and no promises for a year later and I'm going to ask for $50,000 for my boat and then donate the money to our nonprofit and put a down payment on some land or church and the only place left to buy is in Mendocino and still interested in the 40 acres near the hog farm and waiting for word on that with Caroline is going to get the word on that for she has wealthy relatives who said they put up I think at least $50,000 towards buying property and if Richardson Bay Regency agency stalls I'm going to ask for $100,000 and if they keep stalling I'm going to say give me the equivalent of the average price of a home in Marin County which is around a million dollars I think or how about giving me an equivalent to one year salary that the carpetbagger they hired Mr gross from Los Angeles to come up in his trailer and live in his camper while collecting $150,000 to help us relocate out of the nearly 3 million designated to relocate us and they changed the rules again instead of giving us two years more before the coming persecution or relocation and The Limited down to one year now of which is a joke and it will end up in federal court and legal action has already been taken by one of the anchor outs and got a federal restraining order against the Harbormaster from taking his boat and that we have a Jewish guy named Jeff Chase which I called a rabbi and reads from the Torah on Sundays for us and he is threatening to sue in federal court too and Robbie Paulson helped with his attorney to get the restraining order on the Harbormaster of which is a precedent and we are in the thick of a monumental and non-violent battle to save the only special Federal Anchorage on San Francisco Bay and if they take this Federal Anchorage away it will affect every Anchorage in the world if not in the United States alone Hallelujah long-winded I haven't forgotten about sending your flashlight I know it's a special flashlight because it has multiple LEDs so you can see the diamonds more clearly and in retrospect after giving people $18,000 to give up their tents they're offering only like $7,500 at $150 a foot for my 50 ft boat for instance wow the homeless people at Camp got 18,000 up to 18,000 and so double that and more with interest and that's at least 50,000 of which is a nice lump sum and I won't have to pay any tax on it if they donated directly to the New Covenant Evangelistic Association towards buying property or a ministry house or a partnership for instance with you in Mendocino for example and God bless you again I still waking up I've been at hibernation for days watching pirate movies and the end to pass the time away at night and Toby and I are so stuck like glue that I don't even have to have her on a leash she stays and shadows me and never runs away from me and always come when I call and it's like living a dream! All the dogs come out Sunday afternoon to the park and run around and it's heaven in Paradise for Toby it's like the dogs have church in the park at the same time that we do and everybody's breaking the law by unleashing their dogs for the law is made for the Lawless and not for conscientious spiritual and non-legalistic people!
Inside the Mind of an anchor out pirate who has been living without indoor plumbing or baths or showers and I'm forced to go naked on the beach for sunlight and antiseptic purposes and dipping in the ocean and for nobody likes to shower with their clothes on and the powers that be instead of taking away my happy home showers and plumbing and children in life are about to pay the price and if not in this life in the next unless there is true repentance and compensation on top of reconciliation with evildoers and relatives also to boot and don't mind me and nobody does in a sense and virtually nobody supports my Ministry outside of my anchor out and so-called pirate community and if so then I am the chaplain of the Pirates very very support there is nobody else out there willing to do the job of weddings and funerals and memorials and counseling and binding up proverbial wounds and feeding the malnourished and as Jesus told Peter the Apostle feed my sheep after his resurrection and the first thing that Jesus did after appearing to his disciples on the Sea of Galilee after his Resurrection, was to have a fish Barbecue on shore and calling out to Peter and the others to come and join and we have a anchor out Privateer buccaneer BBQ every Sunday and rendezvous sponsored by the New Covenant Evangelistic Association Incorporated every Sunday and I am the CEO
Sandra Sgorbati I shared with the street team both sides one from Ritter house and the other one from Richardson Bay Regency agency which offered to pay my rent for a year at $3,000 a month with a promise of a Section 8 voucher at the end of the year and the other side Ritter house already offered me an apartment in Fairfax and I looked at the apartment and I said how could I be happy in this apartment after living freely in the middle of San Francisco Bay with spectacular sunrises and sunsets and unbelievable scenery worth multiple millions of dollars and location and location and location and living in everyone's dream of escaping from Apartments to live freely in the world and so I shared with them both sides that are trying to help me relocate that I am not leaving the boat without a Section 8 voucher in my hand and no promises for a year later and I'm going to ask for $50,000 for my boat and then donate the money to our nonprofit and put a down payment on some land or church and the only place left to buy is in Mendocino and still interested in the 40 acres near the hog farm and waiting for word on that with Caroline is going to get the word on that for she has wealthy relatives who said they put up I think at least $50,000 towards buying property and if Richardson Bay Regency agency stalls I'm going to ask for $100,000 and if they keep stalling I'm going to say give me the equivalent of the average price of a home in Marin County which is around a million dollars I think or how about giving me an equivalent to one year salary that the carpetbagger they hired Mr gross from Los Angeles to come up in his trailer and live in his camper while collecting $150,000 to help us relocate out of the nearly 3 million designated to relocate us and they changed the rules again instead of giving us two years more before the coming persecution or relocation and The Limited down to one year now of which is a joke and it will end up in federal court and legal action has already been taken by one of the anchor outs and got a federal restraining order against the Harbormaster from taking his boat and that we have a Jewish guy named Jeff Chase which I called a rabbi and reads from the Torah on Sundays for us and he is threatening to sue in federal court too and Robbie Paulson helped with his attorney to get the restraining order on the Harbormaster of which is a precedent and we are in the thick of a monumental and non-violent battle to save the only special Federal Anchorage on San Francisco Bay and if they take this Federal Anchorage away it will affect every Anchorage in the world if not in the United States alone Hallelujah long-winded I haven't forgotten about sending your flashlight I know it's a special flashlight because it has multiple LEDs so you can see the diamonds more clearly and in retrospect after giving people $18,000 to give up their tents they're offering only like $7,500 at $150 a foot for my 50 ft boat for instance wow the homeless people at Camp got 18,000 up to 18,000 and so double that and more with interest and that's at least 50,000 of which is a nice lump sum and I won't have to pay any tax on it if they donated directly to the New Covenant Evangelistic Association towards buying property or a ministry house or a partnership for instance with you in Mendocino for example and God bless you again I still waking up I've been at hibernation for days watching pirate movies and the end to pass the time away at night and Toby and I are so stuck like glue that I don't even have to have her on a leash she stays and shadows me and never runs away from me and always come when I call and it's like living a dream! All the dogs come out Sunday afternoon to the park and run around and it's heaven in Paradise for Toby it's like the dogs have church in the park at the same time that we do and everybody's breaking the law by unleashing their dogs for the law is made for the Lawless and not for conscientious spiritual and non-legalistic people!
To an ancient mariner there is nothing more beautiful than a ship on the ocean and even the King Solomon said that it was one of the most beautiful things that he has ever thought of or seen and a ship has no straight lines and every board is curved or bevel, black woman's body smooth and rounded and shapely with her skirts flying in the sails and the breathtaking views and knowing that you could die any moment falling off the rigging or falling into the ocean off of ship that would take miles to turn around and rescue you and it is also beautiful and cunning and wise and adventurous in the ultimate plan of God in the Creator to live life, without being bored and a poem by Peter of Sausalito The Hermit of San Francisco Bay!
To an ancient mariner there is nothing more beautiful than a ship on the ocean and even the King Solomon said that it was one of the most beautiful things that he has ever thought of or seen and a ship has no straight lines and every board is curved or bevel, black woman's body smooth and rounded and shapely with her skirts flying in the sails and the breathtaking views and knowing that you could die any moment falling off the rigging or falling into the ocean off of ship that would take miles to turn around and rescue you and it is also beautiful and cunning and wise and adventurous in the ultimate plan of God in the Creator to live life, without being bored and a poem by Peter of Sausalito The Hermit of San Francisco Bay!
For those of that dream of living like a pirate free from landlords and tyrants and the fat and the greedy and the selfish and the politicians who are paid off by the rich and enslave the poor and working class and those that have escaped from indentured servitude or press gang on British or other National Men of War sailing ships and those who have been pirated and given a choice to flee their captive Masters and their government and their Nation and even their wives children and family for freedom from tyranny and death on the tiller and starting a new life in the Caribbean! Poem by Peter of Sausalito The Hermit of San Francisco Bay
Nelson the greatest Navigator known in history who plotted the sea from Australia New Zealand Tahiti and Hawaii where he met his end at the hands of the Savages who laid claim to his skiff which broke loose from his ship and after having a friendly encounter with them and had to come back to resupply or something of A Sort after attempting to go further north to Alaska for instance where the whales go in the summer and there was an Evan flow of whales that people could follow and Admiral Nelson again for one reason or another unexplainable and could have actually made it up to the whale migration to Alaska if he was not slain and eating by the Hawaiians and over our argument over a skiff and the chief said that all Salvage belong to him and Admiral Nelson disagreed that you can't take my skiff and he was slain and eating and it Shipmates went back to get his remains and all that was left for his hands and pointing to where he came from and this is a legacy of seafaring and Hawaii and it's probably the reason that they lost their island eventually to the British and then to the Americans for old sores, never die in the hearts and minds of men unless they are healed by the grace of God in Christ and The Fellowship of the Holy Spirit and the Heavenly Host a poem by Peter of Sausalito The Hermit the Storyteller of San Francisco Bay!
Living on the ocean is like living on nothing on Earth and you're moving and you're swaying and you're rocking and then you're standing still in the doldrums between storms and your left Wonder in your mind and you know there are sharks and monsters and Rays under your bunk at night and whales in the ocean and even visited by a white one and yet to be visited by a dolphin and is my prayer on the sea and on the bay and on the water and on the way with one who is not an expert swimmer and can tread water and will to those that can't swim at all and who will learn quickly if ever a fall and we love you all in people and but you'll never understand what it's like to live in a fluid world and not on dry land. Poem by Peter of Sausalito the hermit of San Francisco Bay
I was conceived in Finland and in my mother's womb when my family escaped from socialism and communism in the east from Finland where my mother was born in Russia where my father was born actually he was a Russian born and worship Poland and that's another story and I was born in Sweden and we ended up taking refuge in Ireland with a wonderful family that still remembers me as a child before I had memory and then my first waking memory was on a ship on the ocean and coming to America and today I lay my head on a ship every night on San Francisco Bay and anchored of Sausalito a boat Refugee again and not from extreme socialism and but from extreme capitalism!
All of us Mariners with a history of living on boats and ships on San Francisco Bay off our last federally protected Anchorage of which is being assaulted and assailed and taken over by local unelected bureaucrats and we all dream of sailing down the coast of California down the coast of Baja and from the tip of crewing on a ship to Hawaii and Tahiti and to the South Pacific and on to Australia and then up to past New Zealand to New Guinea and join the naked Savages and smoke their pipes and dance with them like Adam and Eve in the innocent Garden and teach them not to eat human flesh like they do and the abortion clinics proverbially speaking in America and for it's all cannibalism and what was the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden is a great question and what is it cannibal eating of the firstborn being the first sin other than the obvious one Pride?
The powers that be are all against us the governor of California Galvan Newsome, the county of Marin the richest the most powerful millionaire Democrat county in California, the bay conservation and development Commission and unelected bureaucracy passing rules and regulations how long we can anchor in our traditional Anchorage of Sausalito on San Francisco Bay of which is federally protected and the local Coast Guard commodore of the San Francisco Bay Area has no right to give up or give the local and unelected bureaucrats power to regulate how long we can be at anchor and repair our ships and do interstate traffic and another organization by the rich millionaire Democrats and cowardly Rhino Republicans and fence sitting Independence, just remember if you go through an unwanted divorce like I went through and have no place to go. The sea and Sausalito are the only Safe Haven and refuge left on San Francisco Bay and see you Sundays for our anchor out and privateer Buccaneer picnic and Rendezvous every Sunday afternoon and Dunphy Park Sausalito!
Paypal non profit donation tel. 415 347 0734 My life’s Greatest Missionary Journey By Peter Christian Romanowsky The greatest singular event that happened in my life, and by extension to the church that I was pastoring at time. Was an amazing six month missionary journey that began after Becky my wife, my mother Ritva Romanowsky and I had finished the ground work of our future ministry in Finland. By traveling there together and ministering in homes and churches while visiting relatives. Afterwards John Newton a fellow Agape Church member and I traveled to Israel and Greece on another missionary journey, surveying and ministering in these countries. Later on to return to these above mentioned countries, and more with my music minister Ken Hopkins. To complete the third and greatest missionary outreach of them all to that date, which lasted six months from the time of my departure from the San Francisco Bay Area, to the time of our return from Israel. It began after I felt I received a proper date of departure from The Lord. I had a dream possibly influenced by the same type of dream that Saint Paul had in the Bible about the Macedonian man calling him to Greece. Nevertheless I had a dream about a man asking me to come to Greece. I knew no one in the formal ministry in there at the time. My week in Athens and Corinth with Brother John Newton on the earlier mission way a logistic time of ground breaking and getting familiar with the lay of the land. Where to rent a room where to buy groceries, etc. I found in my international travels that it usually takes about a week to familiarize oneself to the basic needs when entering a new country. The ground work had been laid in our principle target countries Finland, Greece and Israel. The year was approximately 1975 the world as ours and we were young and full of the fire, of enthusiasm. After a fund raising meeting, that was challenged by two other fund raising needs. One an evangelist and teacher who had recently come back from Page 2 India and another missionary named Roberto Brown, who was also in need of funds for Mexico. “What a challenge”, I woke up with only some fifty or a hundred dollars the next morning, after the double and triple fund raiser at the Knights of Columbus meeting hall. Which we especially rented for the event in San Anselmo, Marin County California. This was the date that I told everyone that I believed, was the date of my departure. I really only had fifty dollars the morning that I was going to leave for this the greatest of missionary evangelistic journeys. As the day began I found some money in the mail, maybe as little as twenty dollars maybe more. Then a neighbor of whom I told about the departure lovely and cheerfully gave me another maybe fifty dollars, maybe less. All in all that day maybe some two hundred dollars came into my possession. Enough to easily take the first leg of the journey and fly to Los Angeles, where my parents lived and wait for god’s next provision. In the meanwhile Kenneth Hopkins our music minister did not have his plane ticket either. So I told him that I would leave by faith and wait for him in the Los Angeles San Fernando Valley suburb of Encino with my parents. I was filled with faith, I had nothing else to do but to ultimately trust in the Lord to provide. Then I got word from my wife Becky that she had sold our IBM Selectric typewriter which I had place in local paper before I left, to a seminary student from the Golden Gate Baptist Seminary in Marin County. The add had been in the paper long before I left “what divine timing”. Just when I needed it, that was two hundred more dollars. Then my parents contributed the rest of the money for the plane ticket, with enough money left over to buy a first class Eurail Pass. So that we would be able to travel from Denmark to Greece, over land and sea after first landing in Finland. Then on to our final destination, returning from Israel. The plane ticket was called an open jaw arrangement, with the rail pass accommodations of being able to sleep in all first class couches, due to the fact that all the seats folded down flat, when one wanted to lay down or sleep between cities in Europe. I can’t remember exactly how much my parents Page 3 Contributed, but if I can recollect properly it seems that the pastor of the Foursquare Church Tarzana and his wife contributed money also. The pastor and his wife will always be in memories because of something unexpected and special that happened months later in Rome Italy. They told me about a place they ministered in Rome and a pastor they knew named John Mcturnen. Who I was told and later to find out first hand that by faith he had been used by God, to build the largest Pentecostal Church sanctuary in Europe. In the suburbs of Rome, according to his testimony. I believe the ministers name in Tarzana was Pastor Wayneburg “what a couple”, they have seen some of the greatest events in modern church history. In the meanwhile a miracle was happening in northern California, where I had left Ken Hopkins. He had taken his Volkswagen bug to his grandparents home, to wash it before putting an add in the paper to sell it. While there he told his grandparents of what was transpiring , they were so impressed that they gave him enough money to buy a plane ticket, from the funds that they had been saving for his college education. They believed this would be a great opportunity to travel and see Europe. “It was done”, we had the money, we bought the open jaw return tickets from Los Angeles to Finland, then by rail through Europe and over land and sea through the Near and Middle East to Israel then return from there by air. It was amazing it was a dream comes true for any evangelist. We departed with the blessings of my parents from the airport and we were off, with only a little money in Kens pockets and nothing in mine. When we lands I had to borrow five dollars from Ken for the train ride from Finland’s capital city Helsinki, to Tainus Jurva a suburb of Jurva which is near to the mid country eastern port city if Vassa. It was incredible when I look back, but young people have a lot of faith and that is why I believe that Jesus taught that, “…we must become as little to children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven”. We were on the first leg of a journey that I only dreamed about writing about in a journal. Page 4 “God is Good”! upon arriving at my grandparents farmhouse and after settling in a writing a few letters, as my manor had become after arriving in Finland. To let ministers and Christian workers know that I was in country. Invitations started coming in. During one meeting in a home for instance, after prayer for the sick and operating in the word of knowledge, calling out what physical or spiritual need was, as it was being healed. Revival broke out, word got out. I still remember the look on Brother Matti Ojalas (local Elder who invited us to minister) face when I called out a physical need, while praying for instance for someone sitting in a chair. I believe it was Perkins’s disease and the man responding while being healed. News spread like fire, the healing in this home meeting service somewhere near the town of Jurva. Organized by a “living saint,” in my opinion Matti Ojala of Jurva. News spread to other towns hamlets and villages about the healings and unmistakable power of God, that was flowing and healing person after person. Heart problems were a common prayer request, or discerning in the Spirit the needs while praying . People were being healed, people were being touched, joy was everywhere, hope had sprung anew in this spring and summer season. The warmth especially in the beginning of home meetings and services everywhere was contagious. I had read so clearly about miracles and phenomena like these in Charles G. Finneys book called Revival Lectures. As well as other stories of the way God used this great evangelist in America in the nineteenth century, I found a copy of one of his books in my grandparents home in Finland in the Finnish language. I thought to myself how my ancestors were ministered to by this same great book as I was. Page 5 We began we began being invited to speak in every imaginable place, such as factories for instance, where I felt so much like Charles G. Finney where he also spoke in factories. The people, workers, with their children sat there stoic like, then began opened up at the preaching of the Word, then lost all inhibitions when time came to pray for miracles and salvation as it was in our meetings, only on a smaller scale, with more healings. Again word spread at light speed, the light of God’s Word, the feeling of excitement that the Lord was able to convey through Ken and I was contagious. The healings were countless, the words and sensations of supernatural revelation of peoples needs in prayer were flowing. I feel almost overwhelmed as I write these words down, “my pen is the tongue of a ready writer,” as the scripture say. “Oh how I love Jesus,” it’s like I’m there again even though I am writing this far away and many light years from that time in space. I feel like I’m still there, ready only to let God flow like a mighty river of healing and salvation or redemption, as some might want to put it. Only a blessing and healing is the same, no matter what you may call it. I’m starting to lose touch with the physical so to speak, I have witnessed so many healing and miracles that I am tongue tied and awe struck, except to be able to write these flowing words with my pen. “God can do it again,” every day is a miracle; there is problem to big for God. I feel Satan also fighting, not fighting the good fight of faith, but fighting for our souls and our minds. Resist him, rebuke him, give him no quarter, and give him no glory, by even dwelling on his evil activity. “God is Good,” this is the number one principle, the first doubt Satan put in Adam and Eves mind was that God was holding something back that was good for them. In other words, that God was holding something back that was good for them. In other words, that God wasn’t perfectly good to His children. Resist that lie and you will be always able to overcome. As I reflect back, those days were some of the most powerful days of ministry I had ever experiences. My mother was healed at a Kathryn Kuhlmen service in the shrine auditorium some years earlier. Her testimony was published in Kathryn’s second best selling book GOD CAN DO IT AGAIN. I am mentioned also in her testimony and because this book was published in Finland, in the Finnish language it helped open many doors for us. But the primary immediate moving force was the Holy Spirit. Revival had begun Finland, is a famous Page 6 country for revivals. It was prayer that kept the Russians from over running the country and seizing it as a satellite. I saw people praying on their knees OUT LOUD in the largest Pentecostal Church in Helsinki on subsequent visits and in time and in particular, it etched into my memory forever to see so many people on their knees. In reflection I remember a little sign as you enter the huge sanctuary in Glad Tidings Pentecostal Church in San Francisco and it read something like this “PLEASE DO NOT PRAY OUT LOUD”. No wonder San Francisco has become such a Seat of Satan, when people forget how to fervently pray without fearing what some carnal minded person sitting next you is thinking about you anyway. “GOD IS SO GOOD”, it is Him that I spend all my most precious time glorifying, and if I criticize it is only out of deep love for God’s People who need leadership and fearless devotion to the written as well as The Holy Spirit inspired spoken Word “OUT LOUD”! We need to rise up and cast out fear and doubt and worry, no longer use these words. But instead use the words concern, faith and optimism in their place. I have replaced these words with CONCERNED, never do I tell people to worry about this or that or say “I’M AFRAID” that this might happen . Or I’m afraid for you my brother or sister but instead say, “I AM PRAYING FOR YOU” and BELIEVE only the best will happen! In Finland on this third and most powerful missionary journey to date, invitations keep coming to preach, sing and pray for the sick as well as other needs that they had. Sometimes we would have two services scheduled in the same day. All in all during that same thirty days we spent in Finland we had ministered in approximately thirty eight meetings altogether. Many of the meetings were in home churches because not every town and village had a church building. But it seemed that every town did have a church meeting in someone’s home, if not two or three. I remember a Baptist church that my grandmother took me to in a village close to where she and my aunt lived. I believe on my first visit to Finland, well anyway I was asked to address the congregation and minister on some two different occasions. When I believe it was the second time I was there a leader in the Baptist Denomination in Finland, who was visiting and ministering also, told me that speaking in tongues was not the issue that distinguished Baptists and Pentecostals in Finland. Because the Baptists speak in tongues also, it was something else he said or some other Page 7 difference, but we never got we never got into the differences whatever they were. I believe he said that he was the secretary in the leadership of the main Baptist denomination in Finland. The first time we went to that church I was asked to give my testimony or a greeting as it’s called, when a visiting minister first comes to a church. My mother was sitting behind a lady in the congregation and lady was praying in tongues. My mother asked her if she a Pentecostal and the lady turned around and said with pride that she was a Baptist. As Ken Hopkins and I were ministering and praying for the sick, we were being paid without having to ask for anything. We were transported and provided with translators, I am primarily speaking of a wonderful women of God named Ritva Phooey. “God bless her,” as she tirelessly interpreted for both Ken and myself. I never really got to thank her as much as I would have liked to. Partially because of the great heat and excitement of the period, or because of the many other occasions when returning to Finland with her as our primary interpreter, we or I myself either began to take her for granted, or that she was just too young or too potentially pretty, and felt so venerable being so far from family and friends that we or I myself, really couldn’t get too emotionally close to her. “GOD KNOWS HER LABOR OF LOVE”. I feel indebted to her to her for her great humility and godliness in the way she conducted herself and never doubted what she was witnessing and seeing as she translated. Ritva was as much as part of the miracle services as Ken and I were. Matti Ojala to is greatly impressed upon my mind for his professionalism and good nature, while he not only took care of scheduling our appointments and engagements, but was faithful in the financial business work that somebody had to do while we were all immersed in our Spiritual warfare world. Matti was the primary person that began our schedules and launched us into the Spiritual dimension of ministry. Before we left Finland the engagements began to get larger and larger, one dear pastor organized a revival meeting in a high school auditorium and the same day in the morning I was asked to give the morning devotion in the same auditorium before the entire high school of some nine hundred students. The devotion was short, but the fact that there is no separation of church and sate struck me in Finnish schools. They get all the teaching, both evolution and creation. A much more balanced system then ours in America today. In the evening service we ministered and prayed for the sick. Many hearts were touched and healed in this period of ministry in this part of Finland. Page 8 On one occasion, I don’t even know for sure if it was on this missionary evangelism journey or the next. I was asked to speak open air in the center of a town with a lot or red bricks. I believe the name of the city was called in Swedish Jacobstad and possibly in Finnish Pietrisary, all the cities towns and street signs on the coast of Finland are bilingual. Due to the many Swedish Finns that live there, my grandfather himself being one. We were in the front of what looked like city Hall with it’s impressive structure and I was able to speak through P.A. system and shake the buildings in the town square, so to speak. Such freedom of speech and I gave a hard hitting message about salvation and repentance if I recall. I stayed in a missionary training school in this part of Finland North of Vaasa, not far from a town called Umeo. Here in the school my interpreter lived and taught English. English is a very important missionary language because it is the principle international language spoken and missionary trainees here were preparing to go to Kenya. Where English is the principle language spoken for instance, plus anywhere you go in the world someone knows enough English to translate for you. In this school I have many fond memories, the young ladies of which the school seemed primarily comprised of were so thoughtful and helpful. When I asked for a shower upon my arrival they looked at one another at first and seemed a little puzzled. Then they opened the door of a huge walk in kitchen area where there was nothing but large pots and pans, from what I could see next to the main part of the kitchen area and closed the door. This was apparently where they cleaned the pots and pans and stored things. There was a drain on the concrete floor, so I just turned on the hot water and poured it on myself; I felt like I was showering in someone’s kitchen the room, was so big. Well I didn’t fully realize it till later that they had no shower and this was the only place with running hot running water, except the bathroom sinks. Mind you now this was a great wooden building, something that looked like a donated mansion for the school. For bathing the Sauna or Sana as the Swedes call it was the place to wash and it is only fired up with wood at certain times, or certain days, certainly not every day. Page 9 The water was heated traditionally on top of or next to the Sauna fire, and then poured on you, hot and cold. In the winter sometimes people roll in the snow naked to cool off, or jump into a near by ice cold pond. I never witnessed this myself. (Only being there in the winter but once, and that year was not much snow). Regardless it was a time of such intense ministry it was hard to even think about every day little pleasures such as daily hot showers, but I still love the memories of the smell of burning wood, soap and hot steam coming off the rocks in the Sauna. Even thought I wasn’t totally accustomed to bathing naked with other people especially relatives, males only of course. At this time also and in the school Ken Hopkins was asked to play and sing over the radio visa via tape. I believe the music may have even covered all Finland on its primary, if not only radio network. Regardless whether it was local or national the Word was getting out. We were also taken to a Swedish speaking elderly retirement home and ministered there in healing and encouragement and were received well. That is where I realized how distinct the language difference barrier was between ethnic Swedish speaking Finnish citizens and ethnic Finns. The Swedish Finns did not find the need for a large part to understand or learn the Finnish language. From what I was told it was too difficult a language to learn (being non-Germanic). Although this Swedish speaking retirement home had to be translated into their tongue, I still thought it strange. But as I look back after many years this was an older generation. Since the war with Russia I was told that the Swedish speaking Finns and the ethnic Finns began to for instance intermarry more. The people were wonderful though, charming and polite with great warmth and smiles and miracles did happen. Finland at the time had only two national television channels, one in Finnish and the other in Swedish and neither of them were on twenty four hours a day. One must remember that Finland was passed back and forth between Russia and Sweden for many centuries. My great great grand father Jussi Tarkenen was one of the ministers; teachers and businessmen that help bring the Finnish language back, by founding a school and writing textbooks. I was learning so much about the language differences between ethnic Swedes who lived in Finland and the indigenous Finns, along with the Laplanders who were in the area possibly before them all. Page 10 Since I am writing these events in 1995, (plus finally typing and revising this text in 2005) and the events took place in approximately 1975. Many kilometers and names of towns ministered in are not as clear, as if I had recorded them in a journal at time. But I am so great full to God that I am finally able to complete my journal, in large part at this time. While still typing and hopefully remembering more as I go, in further additions and revisions God willing. May he help by His Holy Spirit, whom the Bible says will bring all things to remembrance. These most powerful and memorial events are with me and written down forever in 1975, when I first wrote is manuscript by hand. May my children both spiritual and biological keep these memories and history alive forever. There were also businessmen, professionals and ministers who were like saints helping me along the way, behind the scenes in Finland. Then again people like Ritva Poyhonen our translator and Matti Ojala a businessmen and church elder back in the town of Jurva, still playing a major part in organizing meetings and keeping tabs on things In The Spirit along with countless others whom I hope to remember, as I continue revising, editing and expanding this handwritten manuscript in 2005. One Event that Matti Ojala organized early on in the campaign was to minister in a TENT MEETING in the village of Jurva. I had received an invitation to open the first meeting in a LARGE TENT REVIVAL in one of the largest cities in the area. But Matti who was handling my engagements, on the earthly plane, had scheduled me and Ken instead to the smaller home town tent revival. Every summer Finland flourishes with old time religion style tent meetings, like were common in America in the forties. It was like being in the past in the great days of American evangelism. I wanted so much to speak in the large tent OPENING SERVICE, but duty calls to minister to my home town even if it means missing a part of a dream to be under a canopy that eventually could hold five thousand people. Matti was right to schedule me to speak the same date in the local tent meeting instead, even though it held only fraction of the people I could have ministered to. Size doesn’t always matter in the long run. I am sharing this part of the story because after reading about and seeing the great tent revivals in America on television, and even witnessing such an event in my home county of Marin. Organized by Pastor Fred Small of the Church of God in Marin City Page 11 California, I yearn to witness those days again in a general way, in the first person from the pulpit, but everything in God’s time. There was a young pastor and Bible smuggler, into Russia that organized some of the best meetings for Ken Hopkins and me. I can’t quite remember his name at this time, but it will eventually come to me. He went to Kenya Africa as missionary with his family, not long after I first met him. He lost one of his children a young daughter from what I can remember, to local disease. My heart went out to him, and his pretty and young and brilliantly blond petit wife next time I saw him. I felt some guilt and shame, that at the same time they were getting ready and raising money to go to Africa, my preaching schedule overlapped their fund raising schedule. I even thought I saw some sadness, bewilderment and a shrug of a shoulders, in the look of the eyes of some of the elders. As if our timing schedules could have been off, and more money and awareness could have been raised for the missionaries. We all looked inside and out for what could have caused such a tragedy, but we all pushed on, especially the young pastor. That was during my fourth missionary visit to Finland. Money is often a source of weariness in a crusade, where we are all looking to the spiritual. Even though we never asked for money, it was given to by Matti the Elder, and many other churches and groups for services rendered. In fact it is a shame to beg for money in this country; Finnish people are very proud and honest, (honest as a Finn). We were never short of money or hospitality. The young missionary pastor and his little family will always on in my heart and mind. The many meetings he organized for us on our third journey, the careful hospitality of him and his wife in his home /church, the obedience they had from their beautiful children and the congregation that he pastured. I could only imagine, what my non-believing or non committed relatives would have thought, if I lost a child on the mission field in Africa. Some already thinking, that I am beside myself for living and moving in this spiritual world. “God bless you pastor and man of God and your beautiful snow white platinum blond haired wife”. Page 12 The meetings in Finland were getting more powerful intense and more numerous. Although we were not able to speak at the opening meeting of the Large tent revival meeting in the city of Sainajoki, because of the two invitations on we had that same day. Nevertheless later on and towards the end of our thirty eight day mission in Finland we were blessed and invited to preach in the largest congregation, of the second largest city of that area of west central Finland the beautiful San Francisco like city of Vaasa. This was our ultimate and trumpet service, in The Lord. People had traveled one hundred kilometers from another area where we ministered just before. This was our final farewell service and people were crowded all the way to the balcony. Ken Hopkins told me later, that when he turned to look over at me ministering, he said with admiration and wonder, “Peter you looked like a real evangelist”. The power and anointing of God was there mightily. One lady sitting near the front started to cry out like as though a great struggle was taking place. People began to look to me for leadership as she was shaking and tensed up into a ball, while still sitting. I sensed that it was the power of the Holy Spirit coming on her and an inner battle for healing and deliverance or salvation had begun. The church building had hundreds of people there if I recall, it seemed like a thousand looking back, and even the balcony was filled. It was awesome, the atmosphere was charged, the invisible Shaken Glory was present, and the Holy Sprit was moving mightily. People were being healed, revival was staking place right before us, and souls were being saved. What I remember the most was the supernatural warmth, as I was to sense and pray for people’s needs at the alter call. I could feel by warmth on my own body, on what part of other people’s bodies were being healed and would call out the healing in the audience. This same phenomenon happened in virtually every meeting we conducted, in very place and very heart that would let the Holy Sprit move, heal, save and deliver. The Word of Knowledge moved daily, hearts where being physically healed as well as spiritually. I remember in one service prior to our final service in the large Pentecostal Church in Vassa. I believe it may have been in the evening service at the high school auditorium, in the hearts were being physically healed, I could sense people’s pain and healing in their hearts, it was Page 13 supernatural beyond words, I could feel in my body heart and mind, what people were going through. Words did not have to be spoken, people came foreword in every service, or I reached out to them in audience. Touching, healing, moving, singing, motivating everywhere where people had an open mind, and an open heart. The healing is still flowing; I can feel it, while I am typing these words. I never worked so hard in my life, doing something so rewarding, being part of a revival a supernatural experience, never has one young man felt so blessed. While I was praying ministering and traveling through west central Finland, I thought about all the petty problems that the local church and ministries had in Marin County. Truly a prophet is not without honor, except in his own country and his own home, as the Bible teaches. I felt so free, no head trips I had purpose in life. I felt I could have stayed here indefinitely, full time, with my family and children. This was only for the poorest of the poor, In Spirit. Nobody but a saint could do this, make the sacrifices, and teach the children as missionaries as long distance family cruise sailors do. It wasn’t my lot, I married into wealth and power, and it is hard to break free from this both blessing and curse. Jesus taught the rich young ruler to sell to sell his excess, and come and follow him. He could not, Jesus also taught that it was harder for a camel to go thorough the eye of needle then for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. To those that trust in uncertain riches Jesus also taught that they must give their extra coat, to those who have none. That goes for houses and property also, as the early believers did so after the day Pentecost. I have never had more then I have needed, even when I lived in the nicest house on the block, I and my wife Becky took in all the poor and homeless. I remembered Charles G. Finny the American Awakening Evangelist who lived out of a trunk with his wife and was so poor, that that was all they owned at one time. I could have traveled around the world non stop doing nothing but teaching, preaching, traveling. But I needed a home base, the church I was pasturing, the wife and children and home that I left behind. Even though we would have been provided for even more, if my family was with me. But it was not our lot at the time. Someday in the future I would like to circle the earth ministering somewhat like my famous Finnish great granduncle who became my great grandfather at the early deaths of my biological great grandparents. Matti Tarkenen was his brother, who adopted my grandmother and raised her with his Germen wife. He went on to seminary and became a Lutheran Page 14 Priest, then traveled around the world three times establishing missions, schools and ordained the first Lutheran priests in Angola Africa, started a school in Shanghi China, ministered in probably in or near Nagasaki Japan, and started missions for Finnish seamen. Most notably in my mind was the one he started in San Francisco around the turn of the century. The red brick Finnish Lutheran Church located on Church Street on the right hand of to Market St. facing south, which is still there. The church wrote the Finnish Governments Missionary Board to send someone to help the Finnish sailors who along with mostly Scandinavians were the backbone of International Merchant Fleet. That first invited him to minister to the seamen and sober them up and give them coffee and make them write home to their mothers, and sent them money. He said to my mother later, while she sat at his feet listening to his stories, that that was his first mission and the it took three years to establish and was the toughest assignment he ever had. The red brick building where the Seamen’s Mission was located, is still at the foot of Market Street, it is a restaurant today and my older brother Bronik got a free meal there after telling them the story. It was one of the few buildings that was not destroyed by the Great Earthquake of 1906. There were still 30 people there meeting regularly in the sixties when my mother visited the mission. I attempted to contact the lady in charge one Sunday at the Church, but they were having a dinner that day and wasn’t available to talk. My mother said that she still had pictures and history of him with her. He went on to become head of all missionary activities for the Lutheran Church in Finland translated the New Testament into modern Finnish wrote theology books and brought the first black Africans to Finland from Angola. His story is in a museum in Helsinki, the Lutheran Church and State are together in Finland. He received a metal from the Czar of Russia, according to my older brother Bronik who also visited and worked in Finland many years later. Building Nokia Corporations Website after being contracted out by The IBM. Corporation. When Matti Tarkenen died all he had accumulated in life was memorabilia from the missionary field and a set of silver wear given to him as a gift and pictures and books and the family farm which he inherited form his father, my great great grandfather Anti Tarkenen. Who also was a Free Church Minister, businessman, educator and school founder. In fact he wrote some of the first books teaching and bringing back the Finnish language, which has been suppressed in favor of Swedish. Depending on what side of Finland you lived on I suppose, because she was passed back and Page 15 forth between Russia and Finland for four hundred years before her relatively recent independence. We left Finland after thirty eight days of ministry. We came with only ten dollars or so and with no promises of meetings or engagements in advance. But with only the promise of God’s Word and the Holy Spirit’s directions, which can always be relayed upon. We had some three hundred and sixty dollars each after ministering in approximately thirty eight meetings, an average on one a day. Where the pay we received and the general wages paid in Finland, was equal to one third of what people made in America at the time. So by American standards and the rate of exchange, we left Finland with closer to one thousand dollars each above our expenses. I am not saying all this to boast, but to show the sacrifice and love of the Christians in Finland. To those who come to them bearing the precious Word of God. My aunt was shocked and surprised when she saw how much we were being paid after ministering in a few meetings and yet we thought it not that much at the time and cared not about the amount, because we were so glad to be provided for with food, lodging and even clothes. I remember a Christian businessman taking us out shopping from the church in Vassa, and another Christian businessman lodging us in his own home and transported us to every meeting. We never had to pay for transportation except once or twice between cites, but were virtually everywhere. Everywhere we went, we were taken care of. Before leaving Finland I also want to mention that in the relatively large city of Peitrassari we were invited to minister in a special meeting organized for the Gypsies, or those who are called Romany I will have much more to say in the future about these special Christian Peoples in this special Christian Church. A Christian Romany Evangelist named Manny, and the Pastor of the Church he belonged to organized the meeting. The women wore their beautiful full dresses and the men all wore their traditional Gypsy Boots. I especially remember a beautiful young Gypsy women come to the alter with; tears in her eyes and people were being healed in general inside and out. Page 16 Enough can’t be said about Kenneth Hopkins and the songs he wrote while on the road, his beautiful twelve string guitar, HIS MUSIC WHICH DREW MANY HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE AND HELPED MAKE THE JOURNEY WHAT IT WAS. Like Paul and Silas we were together, two by two as the Lord sent his Disciples out to evangelize the world, in preparation for his coming, “The fields are white saith the Lord, pray to the Lord of the harvest to sent laborers into the field, go to where people will listen, go to where the Word is hungered for. Cast not you pearls before swine, wipe off even the dust from your feet as a testimony against those who will not receive The Living Word of the Lord. It will be more tolerable in the day of judgment for Sodom and Gomorrah when for those cities that reject the Living Word of Christ”. To use some of the words of Christ, in a prophet inspirational manor. CHAPTER TWO The Journey to Sweden We disembarked on a vessel from Vaasa to Umeo Sweden where the next leg of our journey was about to begin. Once on the ship and in the middle of the sea, we were in very high waves. Higher then anyone might have expected on such and inland sea, of which we were on. It was dark and grey and windy, I had no fear even though I was tempted. I had witnessed so many miracles back in Finland and of course I remembered Christ walking on the water. I sat behind near the ships stern watching the huge grey waves pushing us westward and onwards to Sweden. I remembered how my parents escaped to Sweden with my older baby brother in a thirty foot life boat before I was born, with some thirty refugees from Finland in the vessel. The rudder broke and my father got into the water to fix it. The waves that night during the storm they went through sank a couple ships including an American vessel. What we were going through was a wind storm and not even a true winter storm. Even when it got dark I feared not, even though I had never seen waves that huge, since I first looked out of a ships window coming to America as a child. On an ocean liner that was going through a big gray, gloomy storm in the middle of the Atlantic. There was much motion Page 17 on this fairly large boat that we were on. I watched people drinking when we started, as people often do on boats. Then I saw them later, so very sick and vomiting in the restroom and sad to say some, did not even make it to the restroom before getting sick and leaning against the hallway or lobby wall. Alcohol only increased motion sickness, and does not help it at all to my observation at the time. I think people were scared and tried to forget. Sea sickness takes your mind off the fear of death, to the point you don’t care that much about it any more, that’s the blessing in disguise. Dealing with sickness is sometimes a diversion from dealing with fear. While on a small twenty foot sail boat alone off the Pacific Coast of California many years later, in a very big wind storm, when the seas where behind as big as houses. I experienced some sea sickness, but just enough to take my mind off of the wind and the waves, and focus my heart and mind on my body and my vessel. It’s hard to explain sometimes but every dark cloud has a silver lining and when one is very sick, death is sometimes to be welcomed, more then fear of death. I also was thrown out of my twenty four foot boat by a rough wave, but held onto the gun rail, even though thank God I had a rope around my waist for safety, which I didn’t have to use. Only later in my bed, when I would think about what happened, did I have to think about the fear. At the time, there was no time to fear. When my parents landed in Sweden after the storm, they were blown off course and landed somewhere in the southern part of Sweden. The government sent back all the refugees in the boat back to Finland, except for my parents because my father was a Russian defector and soviet army officer and would have been executed for desertion to the Finnish front, during the Russian Finnish war. It also helped I’m sure that my mother was half Swedish, so that is how I happened to be born in Kristianstad Sweden on a Sunday on June 26th 1949. My Swedish name was Hejlsberg of which my grandfather changed to the basic Finnish equivalent of Kallio. Did I forget to mention that one of my distant cousins on my grandfather’s side became the head of Nokia Corporation, which became the largest cell phone company in the world? Hejlsberg and Kallio both basically mean rock, or Stone Mountain or barren place. That is what the Vikings named North America when Leif Erickson landed in what is now in the Northern Canada territories above the tree line. Heliland or barren and rocky land because it was above the sandy beaches of the Golden Strand, of which the Vikings discovered later, after they sailed further south and renamed their new found country Vineland, after finding wild grapes in order to make wine. I believe the original name Heliland also came from the basic root Nordic word for rock, from which we get the word Hell, or barren place. It’s interesting that I was named Peter, which also means rock, or more accurately stone. Page 18 While on this ocean going roller coaster I to write or dictate a message on cassette to the church that I was the founding pastor. We had recently moved our Sunday service to Stewart Chapel which is on the grounds of The San Francisco Theological Seminary in San Anselmo California. The Seminary moved from San Francisco some time ago and was built to look somewhat like a Scottish Castle, during 1906 the earthquake one of its towers collapsed. The epicenter of the earthquake was actually centered in Marin County on the North Side of the Golden Gate, in a little town called Olema. These is a story about the ground opening under a cow and it fell in. But later was dismissed as hoax or an attempt to bury an already dead cow, by pushing it into the opening of the earth. Marin County now is more or less an extended suburb, or bed room community of San Francisco. Even though most of the county is beautiful and rural with extensive natural wonders made up of parks and wilderness. Dominated by a majestic mountain called Mount Tam, where the first mountain bike was built by a man named Gary Fisher of Fairfax. In the heart of this county sits Stewart Chapel, perched on a hill overlooking the town of San Anselmo which sprung up around the Seminary when it moved there, of which before it was just referred to as The Junction or train junction. My ancestor Matti took these trains and traveled extensively around preaching as far as Astoria in Northern California, where a lot of Finns lived. Our church even rented one of the old train stops for an office and meeting room for Friday evening dinner services. I believe a rock and roll band called Credence Clearwater Revival meet there before us for rehearsal, and recorded an album with a picture of the inside, with a band member sitting on a bicycle. I couldn’t help but wonder, if my great granduncle/father stopped at this very spot further down from the main junction, on his way to a speaking engagement somewhere north. The ghosts, spirits and history of this place in general speak to me, of a person who prayed, looked and wondered who would follow him. I Page 19 can not help but to think of him when I am on a bike path that used to be an old train track. Of him thinking and praying as I would do as he traveled along looking at the people towns and scenery. That his work would not be in vain and that someone, preferably a decedent would carry on the family name and spiritual tradition, of bearing the precious Word. Which is more precious then houses, land or gold, and which words are the building bocks of a city not made with hands, which lies eternal and not with brick and mortar but with souls of the redeemed. The building blocks made into a precious house with many rooms and with many mansions built into a city immortal and fellowship with God and all that is good forever. Where nobody is hungry lonely or cold anymore and God shall wipe away every tear and fear. Yes my ancestors were here before me, yes they prayed that someone would follow them and build on their spiritual work and complete it and yes God did answer their prayers, and they are still praying under the Alter of Heaven for us. We are not alone in this World, even though it feels like it in the middle of the long night we call Earth compared to the eternal day, except for the still small voice of God and the good that He is contemplating for us who love Him and worship Him. The gold of a man’s heart is all that ones needs in Heaven to walk the streets of Spiritual mirror polished streets of gold. The diamonds of ones souls are all that are needed to shine with brilliant colors through any darkness, and the silver of ones word will all that will be needed to purchase anything of need in the City of God. The gates will be made of great pearls carved with the mighty deeds of the righteous and their exploits. The stones of the walls will have the names of the redeemed engraved and set with precious gem stones and he language spoken in Heaven will be that of poetry. There will be blue sky all the day, with brilliant pure white clouds, which are the symbols of the garments of the inhabitations that were washed in the red blood of the spotless Lamb. The throne before God and the Lamb will have a sea glass, like no sailor has ever seen for calmness and beauty. Stewart Chapel where meet for Sunday Service was the most beautifully situated in all Marin County. It is also a popular place to have weddings, being also called The Wedding Chapel. The vaulted extremely high ceilings and the stone work was marvelous. The high stain glass windows made the chapel or more accurately church size building, awesome to behold. The pedestal pulpit is ascended by steps and was made of fine oak wood. Behind the great the great Page 20 golden wood alter was also a great carving of the last supper in oak facing rows of white oak pews that could seat a least two hundred people. Above the carving was a circular stain glass window, with great tear drops like a spinning wheel descending into a cacophony of brilliant stain glass light climaxing into the center where there was an cut glass effigy of Christ the Lamb of God, carrying a banner or cross on His shoulder. It was awesome and hypnotic to behold in this great Cathedral like Chapel. “Oh you must see by now, that I am in another world free from petty fears of letter and word”. I feel poetry moving through my soul, that language that makes sense of all sincerely held religious beliefs. Perfect inflections and freedom to move and express the ecstasy of creativity. In The Holy Spirit I can create and imagine brilliant lights and dazzling sights. I can create things out of nothing, I can speak things into existence like my Heavenly Father saith, the Spirit in the Word of God, where He inspired the great words. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made”. To quote from John first chapter verses one to three, and then in the first chapter of Genesis ‘In the beginning God created the heaven and earth. And the earth was without form and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let their be light: and there was light”. I am free, “I am free at last” to express myself, move myself, in The Spirit, I see things, with my minds eye, things the earthly eyes can only imagine, only dream, I dream while I’m awake, I feel the breath of God moving through my spirit and earthly lungs, I see Heaven, I see people all one, all beautiful all young all caring and tender, forever free. holding one another without sex or gender, but all looking beautiful, like a man or women looking at one another, holding one another in their arms, laying ones head one another’s lap and falling asleep without fear of abandonment, disappointment or discomfort. I see flowers and colors vibrating and singing with eternal music coming from everywhere, where odors and incense are beyond human description where flight is a given and majesty and rule is given to all according to their talents and deeds. But above all praise be given for the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world, and to the Page 21 Father of lights who by His Spirit accomplished it all and all praise be given to Him and towards Him when the rule of Christ be accomplished. “Oh the Logos”, all that has been sacrificed for the faith of believing in His Word, all the wealth and riches that have been traded for the intangibility of His Word. All the sacrifices made trusting that His Word will bring life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness with purpose. How many people have traded their wealth and riches for this “Logos Christ” only to find at times persecution and loss of reputation, for trusting in something so visibly unseen with the naked eye? But the Eye of the Lord sees all things, and travels back and forth throughout the earth looking for those who trust in Him, and will reward them with great riches in the heart and glory from above, not only in this world but in the world to come. “Oh the victories and joy”, when after our sacrifices and we are found to be wise, by God’s Word. Even more then all our teachers as it says in Psalms 119:89 “For ever, O Lord they word is settled in heaven”. and then in Psalms 119: 98 “Thou through they commandments hast made me wiser than mines enemies: for they are ever with me. I have more understanding than all my teachers:” Psalms 119:105 “They word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” Christ is the embodiment, fulfillment and empowerment of the word by The Holy Spirit, to “walk through the valley of the shadow of death”, only to stand above on top the highest mountain. The higher the mountains, the deeper the valleys, you.. .to be continued …Peter Romawsky
Picture of Klaus Shwabb founder of the world economic forum, stepping stone to a one world government and Empire, as depicted in the Book of Revelations?! https://youtu.be/5pQvM9ZY41k?si=B5pZbiJlRDS-2b8F I don't agree with everything this video teaches but you will get the gist and a good primer and I will add things like there are seven horns or rays that come out of the head of the Statue of Liberty who is holding a cup with flames coming out of it, like the cup of Revelations where mystery Babylon the great mother of harlots has a golden cup full of Abominations and rides on a seven-headed and ten horned beast if I recall and the seven heads of this Beast of which is probably a bull of which is the symbol or one of the symbols or manifestations of Zeus and a great harlot also could be Europa and it is said that the Statue of Liberty is modeled off, after that goddess of Liberty of which was the favorite goddess of prostitutes of which if true makes the Statue of Liberty that great mother of harlots and the same statue is on top of the capital building in a different form the goddess of Liberty a pagan Roman goddess and the seven heads of this Beast are 7 the seven Great Empires that have built upon each other until the present starting with something like Egypt, Babylon, Persia, Grease, Rome, Arabia, Genghis Khan self matriculated and educated guesses and one of the heads of this Beast had been slain and had come back to life and the only Empire that has come back to life at this present time is the Roman Empire for America has the same government as the ancient Roman Republic, before it became imperialistic and prior to that it was a kingdom that was eventually hated by the Romans and eventually at approximately 420 BC the Roman Republic was born and sad to say the date that Hitler was born on who thought himself as the leader reincarnation of the Roman Republic and was heading it for an Empire again and Greek democracy was founded about the same time in Athens and it didn't last very long maybe roughly 250 years from my memory until the death of or judicial murder of Socrates put an end of that dream and but the Roman Republic survived until the time of Julius Caesar when afterwards became Imperial of wishes to the best of my knowledge next thing to being a hated Kingdom, like Rome first began by the way by Romulus who Legend says killed or murdered his own brother and Rome's original Founders and inhabitants were basically criminals and outlaws and Raiders, in a foreign land for it is said that refugees from the battle of Troy founded Rome and we're Outsiders to the locals and especially the Etruscans and the samans of whom when the Romans could not get any of the tribes around them to marry their wives the Romans pulled the trick of which I can't quite remember what happened but to this day it's called the rape of the people from this other tribe and eventually they patch things up and merge together from what I understand and there is no such thing as old news for all news is perceived through the five senses and will you see nothing Beyond these five senses except in The Sixth Sense and so in the sixth sense one can so to speak time travel back and forth throughout the nuances and knowledge and propaganda and news throughout time in history and I like to time travel, it's my favorite pastime when I look read and study ancient history! No I said all this to say this that one of the seven heads comes back to life and it's either the Roman head or the Arab head and I would almost certainly say it will be the Roman head and it looks like mixed with the remnants of the Muslim Arab Empire again are United States government it's like a blueprint of the old Roman Republic and the capital Dome when I think and pray in my heart and ruminate on it, currently looks like an Easter egg, the one that astora the goddess of love and sex came out of when Landing from the heavens in Mesopotamia and again ironically the goddess of liberty statue is on top of the Easter egg so to speak, the favorite goddess of prostitutes and if one looks from the sky down on the Capitol building and it's complex one will see a pentagram because it is also a symbol used by the Freemasons who pretty much laid out the plot from what we understand of the state capital with numerous Masonic symbols and George Washington was a Freemason by the way and some believe that the Knights Templars, eventually it merged with Freemasons in Scotland for instance is a theory and my theory or belief is the templar's treasure that disappeared on Friday the 13th the day that the Templar is so what rounded up and banned by the Pope who at the time was a puppet of the king of France who owed the templar's a vast amount of money and his Grandmaster was burned at the stake! Another thing I have noticed in my studies and matriculations is the capital building accepting the Dome, with its two outstretched wings on both sides of the Dome, reminds me of the altar of Zeus in pergamos, of which Jesus called the seat of Satan, in the Book of Revelation and the altar was disassembled by the Germans and taken to Berlin if I recall and also they took apart the grand procession Gateway of Babylon and reassembled it in Berlin also. So the question is America Babylon or just one in many throughout the past Oh Come and come and come and one can see how modern day America fits the picture of the city of Babylon with the goddess of Liberty or the Statue of Liberty, welcoming the world to its number one port and Commerce City in the world and most corrupt and corrupted with after birth abortions allowed and every sort of sexual immoral Behavior practiced and condemned I'm running out of steam and if you like my rap or I should say that I am running out of inspiration and consider the Pentagon and the pentagram and the Easter egg Dome and the altar of Zeus the seat of Satan of pergamos in Asia Minor in ancient times in the Book of Revelations and now if the Statue of Liberty had a Halo over her head and a clenched Bible in her hand, and if you like my rap my way of communicating off the cuff off the shoulder turning rambling nonsense into a woven tapestry of images and inspiration and tastes of color and breathing in fresh Salt Air spray wind for my anchored boat, somewhere suspended Between Heaven and Earth, between the firmaments, no time to put my feet on the ground for it's been 39 years of living on a boat for me full time with a couple years part-time since around 19 82/ 83, hope you like my rap the new way of talking as far as I'm concerned, if you like to send a donation to help defray the cost of financing our weekly Waterfront and anchor Out shirt services and Dunphy Park Sausalito, every Sunday starting around noonish with a church picnic and barbecue and fellowship all afternoon and into the evening and Bible readings and God talk and inspirational as well as gospel music Live and in continuous and commercial free stream and if you'd like to send a small amount without a tax exemplary seat you can buy going to the PayPal app code number 4153740734 for it takes a dollar minimum to send a couple of bucks and if you like a tax exempt receipt, make a note or you can donate directly to our church in the park missionary program by mailing to the New Covenant Evangelistic Association PO Box 2404 San Anselmo California 94960, God bless you sincerely it would take a great load off of me with any amount of contribution to buy the food unnecessary implements, for our afternoon long, Church Fellowship program for the anchor outs and Waterfront people have Sausalito especially! Or you can call me directed 415-374-0734 for any ideas on what one can bring Sundays or any other information concerning Church in the park and picnic on the beach next to the gazebo! Hallelujah signed Reverend Peter romanow sky CEO and president of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association Incorporated a 501c3e non-profit religious organization! Thank you and God bless you sincerely! You can't I'll give God and all you need is patience for that seed to grow!
My poetic encounter with Oscar Goodman the alleged lawyer for the mafia and mayor of Las Vegas and he was standing in line with a 13-year-old looking grandson and he was staring at me like he was a cop or something on agent and as he was standing in line to get on the Golden Gate Ferry from Sausalito to San Francisco and I asked his son or grandson, why he has such a hard look and the kid told me that he was the mayor of Las Vegas and I broke out in the spontaneous auditory Chuckles and opportunity to exasperate myself by saying ladies and gentlemen here is the mayor of Las Vegas or something like that if I recall and I might not have been that rude or crude and I went on to say that his answer to the homeless problem was too round them up and put him in the abandoned military bases which some have thought of as potential concentration camps as if homeless camps weren't enough. So I roasted Oscar Goodman, in good humor and repeated something that allegedly he had said that the answer to the graffiti problem is to cut the middle finger off the graffiti artists or vandals however you look at them and I assume that he never said that today and yet I am not ruling that out either and just when it looked like I wasn't getting a laugh out of Las Vegas mayor Oscar Goodman a flight crew from a major airline showed up and saw me entertaining and they all wave to me the captain and the co-pilot the airline stewardesses and when Oscar saw that oh man he broke out in the great big smile after my jokes when he saw I had friends like that who have seen my act before and enjoyed it and when Oscar saw my fans and my dogs of course the proverbial star of the show, all went well and everybody was happy and nobody had egg on their face unless the rumors are print was true and everything I say is my own opinion and testimonial of my encounter with Oscar Goodman mafia boss of a Las Vegas and mayor also!
Waking up some 39 years in Exile on San Francisco Bay and if you stay in one place long enough you own the place! Like Moses I will return someday and leave people to the promised land that Mendocino where we could live and grow freely as the world Burns and we flee Babylon for great will be its destruction and plagues in the streets and rebellion and chaos and rioting and food famines and grocery stores being looted jewelry stores a smashed apart and people behaving like animals, frustrated and have no way to ventilate except through chaos anger and violence and they will and the more meditative one is and the more calm one is the more angry people seem to be around you for they say in their hearts how can this person be so calm in the midst of such chaos and I say I've been through more storms in a hurricane force winds than anyone on San Francisco Bay and again I say I own it and I've lived longer on San Francisco Bay anchored then anyone I know and I own it and I pray and plan to move on to land someday soon and own a piece of paradise of my own and but not really on it but to share it with others without walls and fences in a local village community and not a World Village of which will only happen after Christ returns and in the meanwhile there is something called Good and Evil night and day and Darkness and Light and there are those who are the children of Darkness and rulers and high places and mannequins and The Walking Dead dressed like a they're going to their own funeral and like Christ said and taught and theologized that those who have stoned the prophets also polish their Tunes and the Hypocrites are like white and sepulakers full of dead men's bones and let the dead bury the dead Jesus said and don't make a great morning have a great celebration when someone goes to heaven and those that mourn for The Souls of The Departed have no idea where they're going and the cause of their deaths are the source of their griefs and at my passing, unless the Lord tarries I want it to be a celebration for my Earthly family has temporarily turned her back on me for I cannot believe that all of them would be so hard-hearted forever and but in the end one cannot trust anyone 100% on this Earth and once trust must be 100% for God no matter how difficult the times may be or the doubts they linger for it is a beautiful thing to be alive and imagine not existing and that is the worst thought I could think of, some people think they believe that non-existent is better than life and existence of which is a Preposterous thought and same thing and his people have driven some over the edge instead of enjoying every precious moment of this life with its ups and downs and it's sufferings and it's sideways and remember always the blessing you pray for does not always come from the way you expect and so expect the unexpected and be surprised there's a life beautiful when there is a surprise, like a gift to Christmas all wrapped up or an unexpected blessing, randomly given by a philanthropic soul.
Movie review movie Inception let me garble my thoughts translucent take them and verbulosis size, Mad Max movie without the Unspeakable action and only one wow moment and one haha moment and the rest leaves you and stupefying wonder of the inside of one's mind while dreaming and dreaming inside of a dream and that's the concept that I've never thought of and please excuse the voice texting and lack of punctuation for a free at last, I remember after my divorce and separation and loss of custody of my children and or giving up to custody of my children to their mother trusting that she would do the right thing and the right thing was beyond her power for her father who is a Marin County supervisor and no doubt served as chairman and board member of Marin General Hospital and founder of the psychiatric wards, with his name listed in bronze and meeting a nurse ratchet inside while I was visiting someone I pointed to his name of what she said never uses name and she backed off and for my late father-in-law was rich and paranoid and thought that I had married his youngest daughter for his money and his Madness greed and discussed and what started off as a dream marriage, became a nightmare under his wicked tongue and scheming and gossiping ways and slandering and poisoning my children and paying for their University educations and making me look like a no-good Christian bum for he was disinherited for being a heathen by his well-to-do ant in Wisconsin and has had a grudge against religious people ever since and took out his hate greenventions and retaliation on me a lamb, in the midst of wolves and after the divorce I couldn't even look at a picture of my children that had been so ruthlessly taken from me under and was never sent any pictures of my kids through school school pictures and even if I saw a picture it hurts so much that my mind went into Amnesia and shock and whore and the proverbialis the bottom of the pit thoughts and darkness and pain and horror and betrayal to be painted is it mentally ill Christian, for believing most literally in the Bible and all hell is waiting for me, to stumble and fall and to be stoned and to be driven away from my home and family to live on a cold and leaky 30-foot aging boat on San Francisco Bay, to go to the horrors of loneliness and pain and cold and countless storms and weathered more storms than any human being currently living on San Francisco Bay and it is toughen me and turn me into salt so to speak and I speak salty language now when agitated and I don't mess around and mince words anymore or speak in The King's English all the time, the pains and the whores and isolation and the separation emotionally physically and spiritually, we're Beyond my capacity to cope and only my faith in God and his words has got me through so far and victory is on the horizon!
At the recent World economic form, founded and headed by Klaus Schwab whose family roots go back to ammunitions Factory using slave labor in Germany is now and as they had of what appears to be with a developing economic New World Order headed by corporations who are buying up all of the affordable housing and land that they can such as Bill Gates the largest owner of farm or private land in America and the strategy is to ultimately eliminate all private ownership and the nuclear family according to the Constitution that the Democratic republics of China and North Korea and the other democratic republics that base their constitution on the Communist Manifesto ultimately in spite of other manifestos like chairman miles Little Red Book and the difference between the United States Democratic Republic is the Constitution for all Democratic republics have a constitution otherwise they would be pure democracies which have never existed and never will and it is a utopian if not dystopian dream and MOB rule, where the individual has ultimately no rights and only the common good of the community whether it be good or evil is the goal and but a constitution guarantees Liberty and freedom not only for the masses but for the individual of which Constitution is Loosely based on the Communist Manifesto do not, for the individual can be discarded for the common good of the majority. Welcome to the new world of communication by voice text and although it has not been perfected it will no doubt get better all the time and the rules are changing such as a movement to move away from periods for instance and starting sentences with the word and and instead commas are breathing spaces and words through voice text will develop into an art form of conflicting capitals on words and be prepared to be free from the constraints of syntax and grammar in lieu of freedom of speech and thought in an artistic and symbolic and metaphoric way as words are only Shadows of substances and obviously not the substance is themselves of whether it be material or philosophical or even spiritual! The other thing discussed at the world economic forum in Devos Switzerland of which etymologically Speaking with my colloquial thought on the word sounds more like the world's devil forum! Corporations and Banks seem to be the main goal of uniting the world at the world economic forum and in the process will suck in and draw in all the nations of the world and their banking systems and food production, for he who controls the food controls the world! Then another subject discussed at the world economic forum is something called the Meta World and for my limited understanding of this world is that it is a cyber world, a world created in cyberspace, not the real world at all but a contrivance to recreate history government and the world in general in digital terms with the aid of artificial intelligence able to reproduce itself and create an imaginary world like a space traveler to Mars would have to live in for the long journey and doesn't have to have anything to do with the real world and what it created world and an illusion of which many people already live in who understand only from what they see or hear or feel, without the soul or Spirits eyes and ears as the scriptures teach for he that has eyes to see let him see and he who has ears to hear Let Him hear and a Metta World helmet, is not the answer but a strong delusion as the Apostle Paul told stated in the Bible that would be sent or allowed to deceive the Godless and bring about their own destruction and the merging of the Cyber or Meta world with artificial intelligence, will be the guiding force and not right or wrong as the scriptures teach for there will be an already is forming a One World Church also of which is not predicated on the sonship of Jesus Christ, the son of the father and thus being a conglomerate, false and Babylonian Church! Here it comes are already is the One World Government and banking system forming and headed by its current custodian and founder Klaus Schwab whose family man and arms Factory in Germany during the war and used slave Jewish labor as well as Gypsies and other political non-desirables and said according to the French treaty on carbon emissions that zero carbon emissions is the target and of which many people in the world will die and although he did not say that someone else did in the form as socially accepted as being a part of the greater plan or the greater good of change it some people will die as a result like in China during the Great cultural revolution some 80 million starve to death or murdered and by, eliminating all carbon and fossil fuels and gases the only other alternative other than solar panels and wind generators is obviously going to be nuclear power and the Very things that to you Progressive liberal and woke agenda hypocritically degrades and mocks and is the ultimate course unless some new form of energy will be utilized and this looks like the beginning of the end of world Civilization coming together as one without differentiating between Good and Evil and everything will be accepted for the sake of the one including abhorrent sexual lifestyles and of course Bitcoin looks like it will be the currency of the Antichrist, so to speak where in the Book of Revelations it prophesies that in the end times nobody will be able to buy or sell without the mark of the beast 666 and now digital ID is being developed and without digital ID when will not be able to do business transactions with Bitcoin for instance and gold and silver will no doubt be outlawed the basis for an obsolete currency system of which is already happening by attrition and has happened once before under Richard Nixon. Klaus Schwab the founder of the world economic forum, is to one to watch now, for he appears to be the precursor of the false prophet that will usher in the Antichrist and whom the Bible calls the Beast!
Voice to text unedited and unpunctuated a work in progress.... Once upon a time I woke up on a sunny and a beautiful day in the heart of Marin County California and there was a knock at the door and a young man with a 7-Eleven Highway Patrol hat and gave me a piece of paper and "said you are served" if I recall and I looked at the paper and it said that I was being sued and I laughed to myself, as to who could be suing me and then I looked at the name on the lawsuit and it was a divorce lawsuit with my wifes name and I had 48 hours to leave my home and take my car,personal property and trailer of which I bought so we could go in a marriage counseling vacation at my wifes suggestion and then being thrown into it and I found myself falling into a bottomless pit and the paper included a restraining order that I couldn't contact my children for 3 years and of course and I lost it like this only a divorcer wants to tell the children what is going on and I couldn't tell my side of the story or even call my children to comfort them. For all was so well we had the highest joint income of our marriage we have three children with a brand new baby and Sarah and I thought I was on top of the world and that the darkness had passed and I had just gone through 3 years of The Dark Night of the Soul where I couldn't leave my home for that length of time and made the best of it studying and praying until I was healed enough to come back out into the world and I bought a couple of used sailboats and taught myself how to sail and sailed one of them down to Coast as far as Monterey and I was in the process of continuing the journey to Ventura California. Of course I was in other consternation and confusion and disorientation and for it felt like I had just been hit by a truck and I had given my wife my community property under duress by my in-laws and I was pennyless to fight the lawsuit after 16 years of marriage and so after an extension of 72 hours, to leave my home and while the movie Nightmare on Elm Street was playing, that week downtown and I lived on Elm Street it all just seemed so surreal and it was Thanksgiving time and I was planning and seriously thinking or taking the family to my parents house in Los Angeles to have Thanksgiving for the first time since our marriage with my side of the family and all this hell breaks out and so I got into trailer that I bought, at my wife suggestion to go on a marriage counseling and healing vacation back East to Jim Baker's marriage counselors classes and Ministry and here I was living in the trailer and being towed away in my used car down to Sausalito and I parked in the parking lot briefly at Galilee, with the trailer and stared out over the water,o for I had a 30 ft Wooden Boat a sailboat out there that was not prepared to be lived on during the winter of which was closing in on me and so with a friend of mine. That I was going to take down to Monterey to continue my sailing and delivery voyage to Ventura, as a gift to my father who has spent and been denied all the blessings and privileges by being around my wife and I and children as we were perennial least stuck with my wife's side of the family on Christmas and Thanksgiving and all and we live in close to my in laws and their access to our children and not to be in touch with my parents who were virtually and totally isolated from our family and living in Los Angeles, the proverbial 500 miles away and I thought this boat would be a nice little token, for it I had planned to spend the summer with my family in Israel for I had been a partner with a missionary couple at the Petra Hotel at the entrance if King David Street in the Old City and in the restaurant business and watching the hotel at night and managing it and I had also rented a two-bedroom flat unfurnished in Bethlehem overlooking the shepherd's field and I also had bought a youth Volkswagen Beetle during my numerous Journeys to Israel and Jerusalem as part of my International Outreach Ministry of what stretched from Finland through Scandinavia and across Europe to Greece and up from there through turkey and Cypress and then Israel and on another mission across Egypt up and down and surveying it for future missionary evangelism and activity and after driving from Marin County in the dead of the night with my first mate who had a bullet wound in his head from a drunk paranoid that shot him Point Blank and left some pieces of the bullet in his head and he was my only companion and a beautiful person he was and an innocent victim and together we drove into the night on Thanksgiving Eve and stop somewhere to have a Thanksgiving dinner at some truck stop and then drove on across the South to El Paso Texas on my way to the Florida Keys to get warm for I did not want to spend the winter on my cold boat in Northern California and we ran out of gas and El Paso and I gave the Nomad trailer in my car to a missionary whose wife had also left him and taking his kids on the mission field and I crossed the border and we took a bus along the Mexican border to Tijuana and crossed back into California and for the first time in my account life I was all of a sudden homeless and sitting on a bench all night with no place to sleep and watching the homeless people all night and one of them offering me some McDonald's hamburgers from the dumpster and I gladly ate them up and it was the first time in my life that I'd eaten dumpster food and I called my mother for bus fare to go up to her 40 acres in sold at Canyon in the northernmost part of LA County and then we took a bus back up to Marion County and I parted with my friend and he went to my now ex-wife's house for shelter and she gave him a sleeping bag and he eventually died in the sleeping bag in San Anselmo homeless and I moved on to my 30 foot and leaky boat for it had never stopped leaking some time I bought it and I was snookered as most people are when they buy their first boat and it did not have adequate Heat and in fact no heat at all and I ended up getting frostbite on my feet from falling asleep with cotton and wet socks and my feet look like they had jungle rot and but eventually completely healed and I settled in to see the world Around Me Now and the world and I hadn't been apart for some 17 or 18 years, before I met my wife and got married and have been living in a home on a hill and then in an apartment complex that might in law phone and then to a beautiful garden estate and this became how I was accustomed to live in a middle and upper class life and married into one of the if not the most wealthiest influential father-in-law and Marin County and was a former supervisor I knew the judges that handled my divorce case and I knew that if I went to court they were going to have me declared incompetent or insane and that's what my father-in-law always alluded for my devotional and if not fanatical born again Christian faith of which was the opposite of his hedonistic lifestyle and was interested only in having grandchildren and he was also the founder of the mental health units at Marin General Hospital of what she was also chairman of the board and the judge that initiated the divorce was a friend of mine-in-laws and did my sister-in-law's wedding and the judge did finalize the divorce after me fleeing and not showing up and knowing what was going to happen was also a friend of my in-laws and I had no choice but but flea and going to Exile or risk being committed and drugged and possibly Electro shocked treatment as was practice and still is practice at Marin General Hospital and after looking around in this new world that I was baptized in and the same world that I came out of I have to be born again in 1968 and had become accustomed to live in the life of Riley and now I was in lower the bowl again where I first initially started after running away from home during the year of the Summer of Love and hitchhiking back to Marin County of where I lived for a few years before moving with my parents down to Los Angeles and after a year of living there I couldn't stand it no more after living in Marin County and hitchhike back up and the first night I spent it was on the waterfront and in the houseboat of a waitress at the Charles Van Dam nightclub on the border of Sausalito and Marin County Land and here I was again after all those years married and being a minister and an evangelist and the vice president of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association and the first church to sponsor the mission Dios es Amor in the heart of Mexico and the state of durando and now I am nothing again and no wife and no kids and no family and no money and the only skill I do was being a pastor and an international missionary evangelist and we had a thrift store and we had a disciple house ministry and homeless shelter in the first floor of our house and have had homeless people sleeping on our porch and on our couch and here I was homeless, after taking so many homeless people in and turning our home into a homeless shelter and the only one in our town and before that was any homeless official shelter in Marin County and there is a bronze life-size statue that looks like me next to City Hall and San Anselmo and dressed like Indiana Jones and I believe it's a token and a gift by the Angels in memory of me taking all the homeless in and especially even the town drunk James Gronsinski who died and went to Glory in Our Guest House and turn out to be one of the nicest and sweetest people one could ever know or meet and so misery on top of humiliation and I went to a local used stuff store to buy a fork and spoon or something to eat with and the man there seemingly mocking me and saying "starting all over again with a smurk" and so here I was jobless and houseless and family less, with only the clothes of my back and a boat with a constant leak that I constantly had to attend and could not even leave for any length of time and so here I was trapped in Sausalito and on the waterfront and Anchorage and again looking around and seeing every sort of boat or houseboat or contraption or work of art and with people looking like proverbial Pirates and the shenanigans and hard drugs and plenty of drinking and a lot of sex and everyone was following and former Anglican priest who claimed to have introduced Zen Buddhism to America and his name was Alan Watts and all these old school and old timers had died off or moved on and the second generation of hippies following the beatniks we're in charge now and full of energy and youth they were and parties going on and campfires and barbecues on shore and wine and beer and alcohol flowing all around me and yet again I was totally broke and pennies and jobless and the only other skills I had were as a mechanic and as a property manager and none of these job opportunities presented themselves. For everyone was desperate to find work and in order to live on the waterfront and most desirsble place to live and the most expensive, Sausalito! But after pondering my condition and being fed and helped Along by and mentally ill, on and off heroin user who bought me cigarettes of which I started smoking again and a beer here and there and taking me to the back of a Chinese restaurant for instance and getting the leftovers from the busing tray and I thought to myself that this is the lowest point and as I walk back and forth in the Waterfront wondering how I could make a living I noticed the Yacht Harbor dumpsters were full of all kinds of exotic stuff that the millionaires would be throwing away and I remembered in the Book of Job where Satan came before God to accuse job and God said to Satan by which way have you come into my presence and he said from going back and forth throughout the Earth and looking for somebody to accuse for saying is also called the accuser the brother and accused Job of being faithful to God, because the Lord has built a hedge around him and he was prosperous and had no one to need and God put job to the test by taking everything away from him and even his health and was reduced to ashes and scraped his body with a pot Sheard and I thought to myself if Satan could come before the presence of the Lord like in the Book of Job by going back and forth throughout the Earth, then I will go back and forth across the world in Sausalito and pick up all the recyclables and all the discarded Marine gear and everything imaginable that could be put into a dumpster from wealthy yacht harbors and wealthy Yachtys and so I became a full time Salvager and recycler for the next 20 years. Until my back was broken from the hard labor with nodes and spars and arthritis and for the next 20 years after that I perform with two doxies on the dock of the bay where Otis Redding got the inspiration for his famous song and perform daily with my dogs on My Guitar and helping to play it with their paws and my first Taxi went to dog heaven after 10 years for she was seven or eight when I got her and my second Doxie also the same and then I reached Social Security age and started getting Social Security checks and a disability check for all the back breaking work I had done and after taking a year off vacationing in Marin County and working on my boat h
a buying a used Ford Sport Explorer with a 4-speed Overdrive and rack and pinion steering and that became my pet car or Auto and after a year doing anything I wanted todo and having the money to do it. For not having to pay rent mortgage is her taxes on property and my children's Mother, who is the treasurer of our nonprofit. Wrote me in, as CEO and president of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association Inc. For we were the last two board members, until we invited Doug storms to be Secretary and my children's Mother doubled as the Secretary, so Doug could be free to minister and the last I heard he was in Mexico and no doubt spreading the word and Back Again to my story and proverbly arriving at the Gates of Hell as called by yhe locals. The entrance to the Waterfront of Sausalito at gate 6, whete zombies freeloaders, Saints and Sinners and drug addicts and sex addicts and followers of the former Anglican priest Alan Watts. That claimed to have introduced Zen Buddhism to America of which in the Far East, nobody's ever heard of Zen Buddism!? Also I met Alan Watts grown up son and he was a very nice and polite waterfront denisen and was staying at the Zen Buddhist Center at Muir Beach and other places I'm sure like on the water and but I also met the former Roadie for the band The Pink Floyd and he was a fantastic person and perfect gentlemen and had a son named dancer and he was an anchor out off Sausalito on a houseboat on San Francisco Bay and he was the gnarliest looking pirate that I've ever seen on the waterfront pand with a Sweet Soul like gold and I met the man at Galilee Harbor those working on Michael Eiseisner's biographical book who was the CEO of Disneyland and the Hippie Summit happened and a ferry boat turned houseboat with Timothy Leary and other poets and free thinkers and anarchist and revolutionaries, before I had arrived and also the houseboats were the hiding place of the weather Underground and the ferry boat to Charles Van Damme was the number one hotspot for bands in Marin County and looking back it was the Fillmore Auditorium so to speak of Marin County, or the Avalon Ballroom and I was too young and dumb to know what was going on and I wasn't even old enough to buy cigarettes. But they always had a cigarette machine there back in the mid-60s and I used to sneak out of my house of my parents, who were sleeping. In Larkspur not far away and catch the bus at night with a friend and go to the Charles Van Damme and we serve alcohol even though only 17 and looked older and it was the Wild West back then with a two-story bar and dance floor and eventually Joe Tate and the home Rock Band called the red legs perform there later on in the 60s after it ceased being a nightclub and bar and dancehall and was revived again by the and it was all just one big free for all and Sausalito and a place for Anything Goes and dropping into this soup late in life at 36 after my unwanted divorce in 1984 I had to learn how to live all over again with nothing like I did when I first ran away from home in the year of the Summer of Love and return back to Marin County where I had lived for a few years prior to moving back to Los Angeles where I was raised with my parents and except for the fact that I had a couple of old and wooden sailboats and one was anchored off Monterey Harbor a 24 ft sailboat called Sarif of which I was sailing down the coast to deliver to my father is a gift in Ventura County of which was the destination of the boat and but the drivetrain stripped out and I had to get a new drive chain for the Lister diesel and while at home in San Sumo and getting ready for the next leg of my voyage my divorce went down unexpectedly and here I was in Sausalito with my 29 and a half foot boat, old and wooden sailboat that never stopped leaking from Below and I had bought it at kermits yard Harbor in San Rafael on the canal, buy a boat salesman and of course I got totally ripped off as usual when a newcomer who wants to be a sailor go shopping for a boat and is a sucker. Pausing to ruminate, it's 449 in the morning June 29th 2023, I've been living on the water in my boat since November 1984 and except for three years in a place called Galilee Harbor in Sausalito, the entire time I've been anchored off Sausalito on San Francisco Bay and I as I have aforementioned I became a full-time resident at this time and prior I had a 30 ft marine plywood sailboat a year or so earlier and spent half my day on the boat and half my day in my home with my wife and children, until I was sideswiped by it unexpected divorce and of whom I do not blame my spouse for as I have mentioned before, I married into a wealthy and Powerful family in Marin County the wealthiest and most powerful County in California and ultimately I was rejected by my in-laws of whom my father-in-law never really accepted me and went along with the marriage and it pleased my mother-in-law and he was interested in having grandchildren and that was about the size of it and after producing three grandchildren I was forced out of the family and could do nothing about it for he held the reins of power in this County and knew the judges that did my divorce and so like Moses I fled Into the Wilderness from the face of pharaoh and like David my wife Michelle was taken back by King Saul his father-in-law and being forced to live on my inadequately prepared boat or vessel and dropped into the midst of a hodgepodge of anchored boats and people of every sort and someone wanted by the law and are hiding and some are displaced persons who have lost their homes and family like I did through a divorce and others are addicted to alcohol and drugs and sex and false religions and philosophies and yet all of these train wreck of a community, like I myself have become a part of and are considered floating Jetsam on the bay and treated with no respect and belittled and slandered and vilified as to currently being accused of contributing to global warning, by our anchors dragging and circles like crop circles and yet the Eel Grass Grows prolifically and we are blamed for destroying the eelgrass on this part of San Francisco Bay and in reality it is so thick now because of all the nitrates in the Bay from the Mansions of millionaires that surround us and fertilizers running off after the winter storms and the Eel Grass is growing out of control in the Summers and then dies off in the winter and this is where the battle lines are drawn now, Plus are floating homes and boats have been declared Marine debris and so-called Harbor Masters and administrators black sharks prowl the water and looking for blood in the water so that they can devour people's homes and boats without do compensation and relocation on land of which they wish us to move into or into marinas that don't want us and that are outrageously expensive and so we sit like ducks in a pond and the hunters have their shotgun, too her verbally blow us out of the water and just like the spotted owl was used to destroy the lumber industry in what's now called The Emerald Triangle of where most of the high-grade marijuana is grown in America. Because the loggers were put out of work and their children became marijuana farmers and that's what they expect us to become and for there is no dry land for us to come to onshore in Marin County, a millionaires playground and the hedonistic capital of California and search for the movie called the serial about Marin County infamous hedonism and high rate of divorce. I am currently learning and relearning on how to be led by the Holy Spirit and not to be anxious about anything and to let the Holy Spirit do the talking and inspiration through me imperfections and all for We Are collaborators and the Holy Spirit is not dictating anything to me and but inspiring me and bringing pertinent things to my memory and I am learning this while writing my autobiography and memoise. Not to be anxious about what to write down or what to say for it shall be given to me in that hour, so to speak as Jesus taught when going to court for his sake and persecution by the accuser of the bread and the devil. Not to premeditate what to say or to be anxious about what to say and have a clearly defined thought process prior to a court appearance as in my case a number since my divorce on the quality of life issues of which I began to suffer all of the sufferings of the homeless and the anchor outs and being arrested along with them for simple things like being charged with drunk in public of which is a common charge when the police want to harass her hassle people at the city councils bequest of Sausalito for instance to get rid of all the poor people and the Riff raft and the homeless and the police say you have to go home and drink and how can you say that to a homeless person who lives in her shoes and needs a little alcohol to help forget their poverty as the last chapter of the Book of Proverbs prescribes and it prescribes judges not to condemn those for drinking in public or even being drunk in public and not to criminalize them and to say as I say and interpret the meaning of that proverb telling the judges to judge righteous judgment and for not to give people criminal records to make it harder for them to get a job and by the grace of God I have never been convicted of being drunk in public and even though I have been accused and arrested for it after my divorce a number of times and in fact I hold the record for being body bagged and shamed hand and foot, and being charged with drunk in public and resisting arrest when all I did was lay down in a non-violent protest position and I was chained hand and foot and carried away and by the grace of God in court God gave me the wisdom to have a jury trial and representing myself as an attorney in Pro per, wowing the courts and the jury to the point where the judge told me after two of the jurors bailed out after I gave my opening statement and one said that he knew me and couldn't be an impartial judge and another said she witnessed the quote police brutality that was inflicted on me at my arrest for non-violently protesting and just laying down and saying Carry Me Away and so there was not enough jurors left to have a trial and the nervous and squeamish and paranoid judge who had who had been pulled out of retirement. Specifically to handle my case because she couldn't be recalled and I was part of a recall movement of judges and a district attorney and I signed the initial papers to recall the district attorney and then I got a call from Lynette Rose to founder of the first medical marijuana Club in the USA and said that she had a beef with the district attorney also and wanted to join us in recalling her and she put up the money and the signatures to put the district attorney on the recall about it and then we ran a friend of mine name Carol Marduez, who is being persecuted for trying to rescue her daughter from an abusive father who was a cocaine addict and dealer and even burned her daughter with cigarettes and the district attorney decided to make an example out of her when she got a court order from Judge Duffy and went with the police to her daughter's school to get custody of her daughter and then the district attorney accused her of making false statements to get the legal Authority and decided to make an example out of her for political reasons for I had encouraged her to run for Novato school board and I was her campaign manager and the district attorney thought that she could gain popularity in votes by going after my close and Christian and godly mother and friend and it all backfired and then we ran my friends brother who is an attorney against the district attorney and of course she out spent our candidate and got reelected and but it broke her health and she could never run again for I had heard that she was having trouble with some sort of blindness and she was being groomed to be no doubt the next congresswoman are senator and being from the richest and most influential and Democrat stronghold in California which is Marin County she would have been a shoe in and because of her eyesight trouble and for as you know Justice should be blind, she never ran for reelection and nobody has ever heard of her since for touching God's child who was trying to protect her child from a Godless man and she will ever go down in history as Carol martus and wrote a book about her experience also after being jailed and imprisoned we're trying to legally rescue her daughter and after being sent to the Mexican border to a woman's prison where none of us can reach her and she endured all this horror and she was a Godly woman singing in a choir at the San Rafael Southern Baptist Church for instance and outlasted her critics and opponents and eventually her daughter when she turned 18 came back to her mother and there was a happy ending for Carol and an unhappy ending to a district attorney who dared touch one of God's anointed and I'm saying all this to say that in court I do my homework before going to court and I've had two jury trials that I have picked myself out of 50 candidates one was over an eviction From Galilee Harbor of which was a false and libelous harbor that lied to everybody about being a Marine Service Harbor to get their permits and just recently even pulled out the dingy doc so the anchorouts couldn't tie up there and it was originally supposed to be a refuge for the anchor outs of Sausalito and a double whammy for Mr Goldbar of the San Francisco Bay and conservation development the organization that gave the permit for the harbor to be a Marine Service Harbor also voted to take out the dingy dock and the harbor was supposed to be a refuge for the anchor outs and we have them by the proverbial Eel Grass that they are trying to use to exterminate a way of life on San Francisco Bay and they are all headed for trouble with the Lord to be continued.. if you would like to send a contribution please do to the New Covenant Evangelistic Association PO box 2404 San Anselmo California 949-79 if one would like to help me feed the multitudes in the park Sausalito, for most of the food comes put of pocket and if your broke, come anyway to Dunphy Park Sausalito at the Gazebo, from noon to evening and get saturated in gospel and inspirational music, for and fellowsip and the word of God...at our weekly barbecue and picnic...Hallelujah had a miracle in Dunphy Park Sausalito last Sunday July 2nd for church and hot food barbecue and Pantry in the park all afternoon long and during the day I met a man that was a schoolmate of My Strange son of whom I've only had lunch with the ones and almost 39 years and he didn't even stay for dessert and has not visited me with my newest grandchild for some time now of whom I've never seen and is still bitter over the divorce for my in-laws head brainwashed my children with their millions of dollars and put all three of my children through universities and paid for their tuitions and made me look like a nothing more than a demented Jesus Freak for loving the Lord my God with all my heart mind and soul and of course my neighbor as myself of which are the two great Commandments that Jesus preached and who said all the other Commandments are hinged on these two great Commandments of which are not written among the 10 Commandments in stone and but can only be written on one's heart by the new birth of the Holy Ghost through Jesus Christ Our Lord to the father and this former High School classmate of my sons said he's going to contact my son and shame him into coming and visiting me and bringing my two grandchildren of which he has never done and I've only seen him a few times since the year of the Big Brother 1984 and I have so needed to go between my son and me and nobody has been able to bridge that Gap and I don't even have his phone number or email otherwise I would try to call and email him and I have to go through my children's Mother and she can't apparently bridge the gap either and neither my eldest daughter and my youngest daughter I've been a strange from also from decades and she is a famous aerialist it was first job was at the Wynn Hotel in Las Vegas after graduating from Leola Marymount University in Southern California and went on to work with the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes as a contracted aerialist and was in a Super Bowl Chevy commercial with the cast of Glee, doing her aerialist act and was on Good Morning America being interviewed after falling during a performance in Hollywood and breaking bones without a safety net and of course the bitterness of divorce and the brainwashing by my multimillionaire in laws and my powerful political figure, my late father-in-law who has had appointments by the former Governor Brown of California and the former Governor Reagan of California and has had Eisenhower and patton at his Captain's Table in the Mediterranean during World War II, as a Merchant Marine captain during the war and also was the chairman of the board at the Vallejo state Maritime Academy in California and was appointed by the two governors to the State Harbors and Navigation Commission of California.
Captain Log July 6th the second day an aging Harbor Seal has moved next door, to my floating home on San Francisco Bay and I was recently wondering where the harbor seals go to die for of all the harbor seals that I've seen in the bay up to around 40 at a time. Sunbathing near the shore of Sausalito on Richards and Bay and here is a seal that has taken up residency for the past two days in my skiff and a very rare event in the few decades that I have been anchored on the bay and I was visited by a white whale on another occasion and that's another story and it wasn't an albino and maybe this agency is looking for a peaceful place to expire?! On the 4th of July I met the man again who has been writing a book about the anchor outs of Sausalito for the past 8 years and is on the final Chapter and he said the book will be out this time next year to be published by Collins and Harper publishing of New York and where he's from and has been commuting back and forth over the past eight years working on this apparently monumental book about the Anchorage and Waterfront people of Sausalito and he told me a story about Richard Dreamweaver and a seal that he friended and fed regularly and I wonder if this is the same seal. For it has no fear of me and usually seals dive back under the water when humans get close to them or they just follow us out in our skiffs in the middle of the night like guardian angels and Richard last I heard is staying with his brother in San Francisco and so if it is his pet seal.Then it's found a new home in my skiff the last couple of days and looking forward to seeing this aging and beautiful and gentle harbor seal for a long time.. to be continued
