February 10, 2011
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The biggest dream ever came to be a price of prayer. I made the image above with software I found on the Internet and I like it even if some may think it an odd piece of pyramid colored with pastels.
Art is in the eyes of the beholder and like all artists I dream that one day people will be able to buy an earth house and build their dreams into it rather then outside of it as so many of us have to do.
A true house isn’t built just so others can look and say nice but to be lived in for what amounts to the rest of life itself.
When we move we ought to be able to pass on to a neighbor or a child the house of names rather then the house on the corner.
Every house should be designed not just for the sake of beauty but for the sake of life.
Life isn’t about arranging furniture but our home and our dreams into a style worth keeping so that people will call it a house of generations.
What I am speaking of is a way of dealing with today’s problems of things that take us away from our home because we lose it based on banks or taxes or things that are made from men out there wanting to control what you own.
The base function of society in the future needs to be a base of land and a base of wood or stone and if that wood or stone is our home then no one should remove any form of foundation because those foundations need to be rights like no other in all history.
If we are given land as a base right of adulthood then the government should build up land into the sea itself to make sure all of us in the world of men have a home to return to or be brought back to that home as a right of life but not of murder.
Murderers need to have one right taken away from them and that is the right to a home that is their own. They can be taken to what we in the future will call a city of wisdom like mentioned in the bible and that is where men or women who kill should have their right to life in land tested. If proven with no prejudice on the part of other owners nearby, that they are the murderer, then their land and its people should be moved and if there are children they should be turned over to those wiser so they can be taught the right of life is a privilege given to those who show value in all things.
As far as thieves or immigrants they would and should be held to the standards of life in fairness as people who may have arrived simply because of want or poverty but if for other reasons such as abuse of our system they should be turned back to their country because of their own leases on life are similar to our own. If not then we must find a way of giving life to others to see them through including keeping a peoples or tribe to acreage enough for themselves and their children for a hundred foreseeable years into the future.
At present we may have 300,000,000 people in America and yet people claim there is not enough land for all. The problem isn’t parks or special areas but that men are selfish. They tend to steal away the hope of the masses by claiming the land is sacred or that there is rare on it when no one sees us as rare or even valuable. Thus when nature is reserved and we as men or women are cast down then nature pries loose the boards in our cupboards to grow into a plant huge and strong.
The right of America is that she has some two billions acres, give or take a few, and yet the right of this land is grifted into the light of men of control who take it and use it as they wish and yet forbid the poor or the disabled from having a right to any unless they can pay the price for using it to the point of high taxation or things on it none can afford.
Thus the value of the house I foresee is built upon a stem and the stem is for the poor and the poor own the heights of land all the way up to the top of the mountains.
They own the heights because they can foresee life in prayer and they can see life with hope for the sake of a future where the house supplies their needs and then gives extra to their neighbors or to the stores where they can sell it off for the sake of the future heirs of life.
The life of the child is amazed because the garden can be indoors as well as outdoors and the fruit can grow in the house if prayed for properly or prayed for into the frame of a stock of life of dwarf fruits or trees of vegetables yet to be found in life.
For if we can cast upon the tree our greens also and if we can grow up fruit and vegetables in a way that is forever growing, then the life of it is stocked for the sake of our futures because we spend time trying to make the house and its frames unusual and neat and fun.
We take the house out of the box and put it on the tree and we grow up the hill to the top house upon house and each with its own value in fruit in stuff for the tables.
We then take the other side of the mountain for the stock and we fare back and forth until the fruit in our house is built upon the fen side of the swamps which come through time in water carrying fewer pathogens because both middles of the mountains are swampy to clean up debris and dung of creature and in part things that are of man.
Then from the hillside we rise up to the top where we care for the beauty of its trees and chalets and things called beauty of holiness to the Lord for the disabled. We put them into the airs that is pure and we care for them with the topmost fare of fruit from the sides of the hills and we share the top to their table with the things of stock and the stake of fruit.
We then move life upward until we have reached the stable side of life for the disabled, as I am also disabled, and we give them aid to be more in life then what they now are.
We look at their dreams and we make them our own and we stock the world with things that make moving people who are handicapped easy by giving the world a complete makeover.
We take our vehicles to them and tell them “Try these out until they are easy to use” and “Take these vehicles until you teach us what is best” and so each new term there are vehicles and items for the people who are handicapped to try out as a wish of lights at Christmas. Sing at the top in ski zones and in things for everyone and build up a mountain retreat on every 100th mountain until they are covered and let their lights remind us that if we cast off nature we cast off the poor and handicapped who need the life of nature and mountains and life there in ways hard to explain.
It is the nature of life that we put on the table and we move life to the beat of a day without change.
Change is for the poor and if the change is small and we clap each other on the back and say “That was difficult but what more can we do?” then the light goes on for a single day in our dreams as the handicapped and we fail again and again to establish a light of our own, often without measurement of those around us because no one can change what we are.
Thus we go to doctors and specialists and we suffer at their hands but we must have choices of our own as a group.
I do not mean a little group from here or there but a group and to this I have a dream that one day men and women who are handicapped will see the vision I have for one thing the world hates and that is garbage.
I believe garbage is what the poor/handicapped must have to control the flow of the future and take authority over the lights that go out over and over again.
To achieve this is to find a state to stand upon and I call it forth as the light of old Michigan.
Now Old Michigan isn’t different then the lamp of lights that are already there now. It is a lamp state and a hand rising lower and a form of copper rising higher. It is the light of lamps of men lost in the sea and seasons and yet a world seen vast and wide and open and claimed for the sense of dealing with garbage that is lost to the sea and seasons.
I ask Michigan to accept us who are handicapped and begin there a vision: one so vast in scope it begins with a quest to deal with the handicapped in a major way. A beginning of life from around America for the sense of the poorest and the peoples who need life there.
For if we move there our garbage we call it faint applause but if we move there our light for a dream land of garbage we get faint applause. Yet what if we move there our dreams for the light of things lost and people never discovered before? What if we put there the house of handi for the capped of the future mountainside?
What if we take our house, Earth House, and move it there and spread out until it has found a name among states? What if the house of Earth is made of things that are made from garbage? What if garbage is bound to the seasons and to the life of the acreages which are found around the land and what if those who are able carry those who are not and move them in a chain of life to the sea for soaking there in the keys and in the lands not yet seen or made which will one day rise because we as people take garbage and build it up one day at a time from land claimed from the Mississippi’s mud?
The fact is that out there in the breadth of land called America is land unused. It is land taken by government or by peoples with wishes for grandest of all privacies, and given to labors for the sake of time without anyone to talk to except themselves.
I state to the land and to the land peoples of America that we must care for the disabled and we must care without ceasing if we ever hope to see God or see the promises of God.
I see a land arising and it is one of hope for the people. I see the land of hope rising up to take on the future by giving garbage to the poorest of the poor and letting them control it by using it again and again until they tire of its riches and can pass it on to the poorer ones who are left with nothing.
Then when all have satisfied themselves on the heaps of riches of those who care little for it, then one day they might applaud because of the poor saying “We had riches all around us but no one let us have it until we said “Give it ot us so that we might have life in abundance.”
America. When you carry out the garbage and forbid it from being held again, then like the garbage I lie down in the deep waiting for the fires to arrive knowing I’ve lived my time in life and no one stopped by for a second look.