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The Americans Creed!

2012-02-26T15:56:00.002-08:00

The proceeding was taken out of book entitled Dynamic Freedom. The book has no publication date and the only clue on when the book was written is where it states that JFK took office in 1963 and has no term end date. Leaving me to assume the book was written in 1964-1965. The words still hold true to this day and I pray that we can all individually take this creed as our own, as today's generation of Americans!

The Americans Creed

I believe in the United States of America as a government of the people, by the people, and for the people; Whose just powers are derived from the consent of the governed; a democracy in a REPUBLIC; A sovereign nation of many SOVEREIGN STATES; A perfect union, one and inseparable; Established upon those principals of FREEDOM, EQUALITY, JUSTICE, and HUMANITY for which American Patriots sacrificed their lives and fortunes.

I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it; To support it's constitution; To obey it's laws; To respect it's flag; and to defend it against all enemies.

William Tyler Page

I ask that you memorize this creed and hold it dear to your heart. Please, Look for my next post entitled "A call to Arms... Like it was Yesterday" Let's teach some history like never before...the historical and truthful way...The history that has our GOD in it. The very GOD that was credited for building this country, by the very people building it. May we never forget that, or we risk labeling our founding fathers religious nut-jobs.

Operation First Amendment (Proposal)

2011-10-28T02:49:00.000-07:00

November 11^th Operation First Amendment (Proposal)

My stepfather served three tours in Vietnam before becoming a Drill Sergent stateside for two more years. Needless to say my childhood was one of discipline and pride. He taught me the meaning of true pride. Pride in my abilities, Pride in my failures, and most of all how to show pride in others accomplishments. You see, he taught me there is no pride in ignorance. There is no pride in fighting the wrong battles. There is no pride in watching others fail.

I recently asked my stepfather what he thought of these Occupy movements taking place all around the world. The response I got was so shocking, that it led me to write this proposal today. His response was so simple, yet so powerful and hurtful at the same time. He said,” Son, if you get arrested call me, you've picked a good fight.” Anyone who has ever grown up in a military household knows, approval is often striven for and rarely achieved. For me, it was the first time in my life, there was no criticism or critique. For for the first time in my life, what I was doing was making him proud.

He didn't call them anti-war, unemployed, dirty, hippies, like I was completely expecting him to. Instead he told me that he was proud of them, that the very rights he and his brothers fought for, where in fact under attack. He told me that each and every one of those individuals, are no different than the men who laid in trenches to ward off a foreign hostile. No different than the men who gave everything to defend our constitutional rights. As tears formed in his eyes, he looked up at me, grabbed my hand shaking and said to me...

”Son, this is not what I fought for! My friends didn't die so that they can take everything away from everyone I hold dear in life. They're tearing us apart bit by bit and we continue to let them keep us divided. I didn't fight for that. I fought to keep this great nation united. Now a pointless and costly war, is even more meaningless now. I was fighting for you son, yet what good came out of it? Like most kids of my generation, I picked the wrong fight. Now we all have to help make things right.”

Tears welling in my eyes, I thanked him. For the first time in my life, I was able to tell him that I was proud of him and everything he has done for me. I than asked him,”How do we help make things right again?” He answered simply,”If only I knew”. I dropped my gaze at him and looked thoughtfully down at the coffee table, and behold the answer staring both of us in the face. A flyer for Veterans Day.

In order to honor my father, to make him feel that he defended our country for a reason. I propose this Veterans Day to be one of solidarity and brotherhood. I ask all to join me, to take the streets and exercise the rights our soldiers sacrificed so much for. The fight to defend the constitution has come home to America.

This Veterans Day, I ask that all Veterans Occupy in Solidarity, as our constitution once again needs you. Stand with us, as the soldiers of old, arm in arm, with the soldiers of new. For the sake of America, our children, and everything that made you fight.

Let us honor you together, shed a tear together, and fight for a better future together.

That's honor! That's patriotism! That's Pride!

I can think of no better way to thank the ones who protected our nation and her constitution, than to excercise the very rights they fought for and many died for. I ask that all Occupiers make up signs thanking our Veterans, reach out to them. Show them they didn't fight pointless wars. Show them that this time, this is everyones war. The burden is now all of ours to carry, they are no longer alone.

Show Them All ...

We are now awake!

This is our turn!

This is the RIGHT FIGHT!
We do Not Forgive!
We will Not Forget!

Peaceful Revolution!
Expect Us!

The 12 Wall Street Bankers

2011-10-20T15:38:00.000-07:00

There where 12 Wall Street Bankers, all gathered for their annual "Ultra Secret Meeting".
This meeting was so secret, it was held in a dimly lit top story conference room at an undisclosed location.

Suddenly, the conference room doors open and in walks a sharply dressed young man. Immediately all 12 Bankers stood up and walked over to form a circle around the sharply dressed newcomer, now standing in the middle of the dimly let conference room.

Calmly, one of the bankers spoke up and said to all who were present, "You all know why we're here... Each of you know the ritual... You can choose suck, screw or good ol' fashioned hand job."

One by one, each of the 12 bankers chose. One by one, the man in the middle eagerly obliged their decision.
Finally, all 12 bankers had made their choice. The sharply dressed man was finished and the ritual was over.

The sharply dress man, than proudly stood up and looked each and every one of the twelve bankers straight in the eye. In return, each of the 12 bankers looked at the young man standing before them. One by one each banker extended their hand in approval. Until each banker had welcomed the newcomer with a handshake and a very sincere...

"Welcome Mr. President"

Rebellion

2011-09-19T01:38:00.000-07:00

Rebellion

Written by Nick Brodeur

Anger, frustration, standing on rebellions edge, abstracts among multitudes, lay history's supportive hand.

Muted, suppressed, an open mouth with no voice, historical fears dictating us, preaching need for a balance restored.

Pride, desparation, to feel worthy of basic human rights, when line between have and had, become unmistakable.

Lust, oppression, the uncivilized means of restoring civility, greed above humanity, our unrealistic past.

Power, absolution, to watch over many without restraint, through panic and fear, they will lead us divided and broken.

Ashamed, repressed, the basic needs of life that keep us silent, when small mouths and lives, depend on your words carefully chosen.

Love, absolution, the no fault loss of a neighbor, the heartfelt vow to never stand silent, vocal against madness and corruption.

Dedication, sacrifice, when others would cower in fear, hereos arise out of conflict, leaving behind memories, for the cost of inaction, just to great to bare.

Peaceful, revolution, a powerful voice announcing the presence of hope, beheld in the spirit of possitive change, united in it's introduction to the world.

Brand New Poem...I Woke Up !

2011-06-02T18:07:00.000-07:00

I Woke Up!

Written by Nick Brodeur

I woke up this morning,

with the weight of this world,

pressing heavy inside me,

my whole stomach in swirls.

I could feel something weary,

something really awry.

I just wanted to lay there,

to curl up and just cry.

I could see his great visions,

though a dream I was there,

I could feel the wind blowing,

smell the smoke fill the air.

I could see people running,

hear their screaming from fear,

no one saw this end coming,

these harsh judgements so near.

I could see the destruction,

buildings once great did fall,

from the house of our fathers,

down to Carnegie Hall.

I could sense their intentions,

though "they" were unclear,

but Gods warning not subtle,

our near future is here.

I asked God, am I crazy?,

For what else would I do?

I'm not christian or catholic,

not a Muslim or Jew.

I cannot see the future,

for I'm just one small man,

did you give me your message,

did you show me your plans?

I than reached for my bible,

a great verse did he show,

for he told me of Enoch,

seek the truths he did know.

I could feel the Lords presence,

as I scoured the globe,

for the truth that's among us,

so to dawn my white robe.

I could feel my heart pounding,

the more truth I revealed,

For the knowledge of Enoch,

is much more than the seals.

It was like he was right there,

Speaking only to me,

Said have faith in these visions,

as God meant them to be.

I could see my own future,

'till the end I'll have faith,

through this coming destruction,

he has showed me my fate.

The secrets of the end times. The story that is to be locked, until the time of the end, IS NOW.

Obama's Hero's?

2011-06-02T11:35:00.000-07:00

I received this Email today... I would like to get it to as many people as I can. I believe any Veteran or Veteran Supporter will have no objection here. Are these really the Hero's of our day? Please read and pass it on to as many people as you know.

"This is from my ex-Marine and retired Pan Am captain friend, Roy who must feel terrible about her being honored as part of "100 Years of Great Women." Please read below. It will make your blood boil! He always signs his e-mails with SF which stands for Sempre Fidelis (always faithful)... a true Marine."
Amy

Never Forgive A Traitor

For those of you too young to remember Hanoi Jane is a bad person and did some terrible things during the Vietnam war. Things that cannot be
forgiven!!!!

For those who served and/or died. . .

NEVER FORGIVE A TRAITOR. SHE REALLY WAS A TRAITOR!!

and now OBAMA wants to honor her......!!!!

In Memory of LT. C.Thomsen Wieland   who spent 100 days at the Hanoi Hilton

IF YOU NEVER FO RW ARDED ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE FO RW ARD THIS SO THAT EVERYONE WILL KNOW!!!!!!

She really is a traitor.

A TRAITOR IS ABOUT TO BE HONORED. KEEP THIS MOVING ACROSS AMERICA

This is for all the kids born in the 70's and after who do not remember, and didn't have to bear the burden that our fathers, mothers and older brothers and sisters had to bear.

Jane Fonda is being honored as one of the '100 Women of the Century.'

BARBRA WALTERS WRITES:

Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never
known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during Vietnam

The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot. The pilot's name is Jerry
Driscoll, a River Rat.

In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison the ' Hanoi Hilton.'

Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in
clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American 'Peace
Activist' the 'lenient and humane treatment' he'd received.

He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away. During the
subsequent beating, he fell forward on to the camp Commandant 's feet, which sent that officer berserk.

In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision (which
permanently ended his flying career) from the Commandant's frenzied
application of a wooden baton.

>From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the ' Hanoi Hilton',,, the first three of which his family only knew he was 'missing in action'. His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a 'peace delegation' visit.

They, however, had time and devised a plan to get word to the world that
they were alive and still survived. Each man secreted a tiny piece of paper,
with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand.

When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: 'Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?' and 'Are you grateful for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?' Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper.

She took them all without missing a beat.. At the end of the line and once
the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper..

Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day.

I was a civilian economic development advisor in Vietnam , and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in 1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years.

I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia ; and one year in a 'black box' in Hanoi . My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Banme Thuot , South Vietnam , whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border. At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs. (My normal weight is 170 lbs)

We were Jane Fonda's 'war criminals....'

When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi , I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with her..

I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POWs
received... and how different it was from the treatment purported by the
North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as 'humane and lenient.'

Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my
arms outstretched with a large steel weight placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane.

I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I
asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me.

These first-hand experiences do not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of '100 Years of Great Women.' Lest we forget....' 100 Years of Great Women' should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots.

There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's
participation in blatant treason, is one of them. Please take the time to
forward to as many people as you possibly can.. It will eventually end up on her computer and she needs to know that we will never forget.

RONALD D. SAMPSON, CMSgt,
USAF 716 Maintenance Squadron,
Chief of Maintenance DSN: 875-6431 COMM: 883-6343

PLEASE HELP BY SENDING THIS TO EVERYONE IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK.

IF ENOUGH PEOPLE SEE THIS MAYBE HER STATUS WILL CHANGE

So I am upholding the wishes of a American Veteran. A man who served his country in a way we would never wish on our enemies. It is my thank you and I'm sorry, on behalf of the ones you fought for... I hope others will thank him for his sacrifice as well. I hope others will acknowledge his great sacrifice for his country. I hope others will respect the wishes of an American hero, and pass this along.

About Me... Why I do what I do! Welcome and Enjoy.

2011-05-31T05:10:00.000-07:00

Over the past few days I have been publishing poems online. Writings like I have never produced or even thought I could before. Oh, they where inside me this whole time, yet I kept them buried there. I have always loved to sing and ran a Karaoke show for many years. My gift had always been my voice, the gift of song, any song... provided it had a good message.

Very recently, with a little convincing from the Lord, I had quite smoking. I had smoked cigarettes from the age of 12. Come age 32, I had been breathing toxic cigarette smoke, longer than I had breathed Oxygen. Without any serious thoughts of quitting (Every smoker thinks of quitting... Someday.) I had woke up one morning and noticed that I only had one cigarette left in my pack. Later that morning, my fiance noticed that I was "Out" of cigarettes and kindly offered to go purchase more for me.

Strangely and without even thinking, I told her, "No thanks", with an almost puzzled look on my face. My fiance reconfirmed her position and said,"But honey, I had just realized that you only had one cigarette left." I again looked at her, still with a puzzled look on my face, and said calmly to her, "I know".

"Are you quitting" She asked? "I think I am", I said. "That's wonderful, I'll help anyway I can", she said. I just sat there, still quite shocked and puzzled, knowing exactly what I was agreeing to. Don't get me wrong, I felt no, none, zero, zilch, guilt or anxiety of quitting. A habit I've had longer than breathing pure air, and all I could do was just sit there puzzled, indifferent.

Finally my fiance asked me,"Is everything OK?" and calmly I replied, "I think so, but I am being told to quit smoking now, today, this minute, and I really don't even want another cigarette now". I told her, "I'm almost curious to see what happens if I smoked the last cigarette in the pack". So I did... I made it about 1/4 of the cigarette, before bending over my porch in an attempt to release that mornings breakfast. (After which, I threw the 3/4 Cigarette out and felt fine) I'll admit to "attempting" to smoke a cigarette here and there. I say "Attempting" because, to this day I get sick to my stomach with every poisoning draw off a cigarette. Each time afterward, is like a hung over drunk who says that he's never going to drink again. The more time goes on, the easier it is to convince myself, cigarettes do nothing for me, BUT make me sick.

Strangely enough, days after quitting smoking, I began to loose my voice. I was loosing my most prized gift from God and I was confused. "Lord", I said very soft and horse,"You did want me to quit smoking right? I am doing what you told me to do aren't I?" I said to him, "Lord, I sing for your enjoyment everyday, what am I going to do if you take my voice?" As the days passed without any improvement, my prayers began to change, and I said,"Lord, Please don't take my joy from me at a time I need it the most."
That night, as I stared up at the starry sky, I began to cry. I wasn't mad, sad, or happy at that time, I just needed to cry (Maybe a mood swing from withdraws).

I gathered myself as I went inside and in an attempt to cover the ghostly appearances of crying. I walked right by my Fiance and I went straight to my computer. I remembered a blog of mine that I hadn't been to in almost 2 years and decided to see if I could still remember the password. Amazingly, I got the password right on the first try and was ready to.....? Well, I didn't really know. I sat there reading old post and reminiscing the past. All of a suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks... I still have a voice, my Blog, my Facebook, my Twitter and my email...I have a voice.

So I began to type... It began with "Today I Learned".--- The story of finding my strength in the Lord, while so many others, have it so much harder than me, and are persecuted everyday around the world for their beliefs. It became a daily ritual for me, and in the last 10 days I wrote 7 small poems.

My poem "Days of Tomorrow" stems from the story of the Bible's rapture. It's message clear, don't get angry with the Lord for full filling his promises to us, everything MUST happen as it was written. Even the books left out of the bible are of Gods word and holds Gods truth.

"As I Stand " Is a mixed message...Although the Lord may have the power to destroy and has promised us to do so, it never takes him long to rebuild again. This time though, we get to have him here with us for a while. Woo Hoo!!

"I Declare" Is a love poem written for the one and only love of my life. If you are in the doghouse or just want to renew your love for one another, that's the one to do it. I can't remember when I wrote "Gently", but my latest Memorial Day Poem is my favorite to date.

"Remember the fallen" Remember the Fallen is for ALL of the fallen, it's not just about soldiers. It's about the wives who will never see their husbands, the children who will never know their mothers or fathers. The ones who have also Fallen and need to be lifted back up.

I pray to the Lord that you listen to your heart, LET IT guide you.

My "Words of Anger"

2011-05-29T15:07:00.000-07:00

My "Words of Anger"
Poem By Nick Brodeur

I sit here in anger...
As the world continues backwards,
submerging itself into darkness,

as our leaders lead us astray,

away from the light &

God's ultimate promise to us.

Anger no matter what belief,

no matter what God you serve,

we simply no longer have,

the God given right of truth.

Anger for the watchers and the fallen,

who have lead us into this age of darkness,

for without them,

we may have had a chance.

Anger for the ones,

who will put flesh above truth,

who will sacrifice millions,

to preserve the mighty.

Anger towards the very evil,

that led us into this darkness,

continually setting up the stage,

the platform of God's judgements.

Anger that we follow unknowingly,

these unjust aliens of God,

with few shouting from the rooftops

and little a voice being heard.

Anger, that no matter what chaos surrounds us,

propaganda becomes ruler supreme,

facts become science fiction,

and truth again hidden.

Anger for our children of darkness,

oblivious to actual truth and wisdom,

unless aired on waves,

or projected onto a screen.

Anger that truth was taken from them,

purposely deprived of them,

starving them from answers to questions,

they'll never even know to ask.

Anger not at you Lord, but instead,

Anger towards those who wrongfully,

Yet viscously and purposefully,

hid your truth from me.

Anger at myself for believing mans truths,

for there is no truth in man,

of men who would seek wisdom,

without the light of Gods truth.

I'm angry Lord, of this anger inside of me,

knowing that it will not fade,

that it should not fade inside of me,

for I can never put my faith in a word,

that is not of you...

So here I sit angry.

I will live for you always, seek your truth always and

I will always die for you.

Remember the Fallen

2011-05-27T14:00:00.000-07:00

Remember The Fallen

Poem by Nick Brodeur

As you stand here today,

before the red, white, and blue,

we remember the ones,

who gave freedom to you.

We remember the fallen,

for they paid a great price,

not through their proud lives,

through their great sacrifice.

As you stand here today,

we remember their lives,

we remember their children,

we remember their wives.

For it's not just these names,

that are carved out of stone,

but the ones with the pieces,

left to pick up back home.

As you stand here today,

may we never forget,

all the soldiers back home,

that still live with regrets.

May they always remember,

we are here everyday,

we understand their troubles,

it will all be OK.

As we stand here today,

may we pray to the lord,

to bring justice to evil,

bring an end to these wars.

Pray we gain understanding,

though not always agree,

we are just one small planet,

may we all find some peace.

As I stand (rough draft)

2011-05-24T14:53:00.000-07:00

As I stand before the Eve of Dawn, I stop to absorb the beauty that surrounds me.

Knowing like most beauty, it will soon fade and go dark with furry.

As I stand before this raging river that has jumped it's course, I appreciate the power of GOD.

For no matter how many roads or houses we will build, I know HE reigns above all.

As I stand at the base of a once raging mountain, I feel like nothing more than a speck of sand.

The unlimited rage bottled up inside it's core, is but a minor reflection of GODS power.

As I stand before it's path of destruction, I appreciate how fragile our world truly is.

Yet only years later, life once again began to flourish and grow as if nothing happened at all.

As I stand before his ocean, I remember the strength and furry it cast upon us with no warning.

That he may draw others to him, to remember all these things that must come to pass, as proof.

As I will someday stand before my Lord, I will do so as a sinner unworthy of his compassion.

Yet he will forgive me, for I may not have lived for him, but I will have died for him.

I wrote this poem quite a while back and just recently found it. Funny, I forgot all about this one, but it rings more true now than when I wrote it.

I Declare My Love for You

2011-05-23T22:04:00.000-07:00

I Declare My Love for You...

I love you like Columbus loved the stars,
for when he was lost, they helped him to find his way.

I love you like Motzark loved music,
for even in the darkest hours, each note could lift him up.

I love you like a fish loves a stream,
for without one, there could be no other.

I love you like a flower loves the sun,
for only through it's light, could it bloom into something wonderful.

I love you like god loves his children,
for only through your love, do I know what love truly is.

Most of all...I love you beyond any comparison,
for only your heart, was ever made for mine.

I declare my love for you, unconditional and unfaltering.

Finding the light

2011-05-23T11:37:00.000-07:00

Finding the light
..> ..>
I walk among the shadows of the forest, watching the light peek through it's branches.
I watch the beauty of nature from a distance, as everything living around me continues their everyday life.
I absorb the beauty and grace of all of gods creations, as I walk carefully down his elaborate trails.
I look up to the sky to thank him for this beauty, and to offer my promise to keep on walking.
I promise to find the clearing, to find the light that only shines through the trees.

I stumble and find myself in total darkness, unable to see the paths in front of me.
I take out a flashlight, but can only see as far and wide as it's narrowed beam.
I stand and again make a promise to keep walking, to find the light that only shines through the trees.

I see the movement of life all around me, I can hear their voices and laughter.
I can see their illuminated shadows now, as the light shines from behind a shadowed figure far in front of me.
I must keep going, I must find the light that only comes through the trees, I will make it as it's not far now.
I approach the figure as I reach the clearing, as he tells me he's been waiting for me here all along.
Waiting for me to find the light, to remove the darkness that has surrounded me throughout this lifelong journey.
I drop to my knees and begin to cry, as LIFE had been waiting for me to find it.

I no longer walk through the forest of darkness and shadows, as life now provides light to see my way.
No longer just a ray of hope shining through the trees, but a light that illuminates the world instead.

May Gods words guide you to the light. May he guide you to see the truths that even many religious people refuse to see and the Bible says they will right up to the end. I pray that you come to see the light now, to open your bible to Daniel and read it, than to Habbukuk and read it, and than to Revelations and read it. Than go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrR-9qmaScA&feature=feedf and see how science has proof of the sixth seal and don't even know it.

Gently

2011-05-23T11:34:00.000-07:00

Walk gently, onto paths, that you do not know.
Touch gently, their hearts, to make them glow.
Speak gently, those words, that always mean so much.
Love gently, the one, that you love to touch.

With everything you do in life, do it with feeling and compassion for those around you. Show that special someone that they mean everything to you, each and everyday.

Today I Learned...

2011-03-14T17:27:00.001-07:00

Today I learned to seek the lord,

while people starve and are killed by swords.

I learned to seek his truth, his ways,

to live throughout this end of days.

Today I learned to trust his plan,

for me, the world, even Japan.

I learned his word has stood the test,

scientist who said,"No", are now all saying "Yes".

Today I learned our earths getting hot,

rising soil temperatures, beleive it or not.

I learned dead fish by the millions, dead birds by score,

are just the beginning, of what the lord has in store.

So keep your eyes open, Japans not the end,

instead, just a beginning, to his wonderful plan.

I will leave you today, with one final just thought.

Their messiah will come, while our WORLD'S in chaos.

Days of Tomorrow

2011-02-22T22:47:00.000-08:00

If you wake up one morning and find your alone,
Rejoice that the innocent, have found their way home.

There's no time for anger, there's no time for fear,
There's more denying the ends finally near.

You see man wrote the bible from a messengers view,
Man now have the knowledge, to watch their warnings come true.

We see the end on all channels, many theories revealed.
Won't they all be surprised, once they read the sixth seal.

And out of these ashes a leader will rise, bringing hope to this world,
Make us all choose our sides.

As he rises to power, the world will all feast,
For to them he's a savior, but to us he's the beast.

With every church saying, we don't know the end time,
If that where so true, how could the rich and free hide?

So if chaos should happen and this worlds not the same,
Stand true to his word and stand true to his name.

When every decisions eternal and your soul is at stake,
Put your faith in the lord, let your heart keep you safe.

Nick Brodeur 2011

The idea of it all

2011-02-06T12:16:00.001-08:00

Welcome to my 2012 blog, where I hope to discuss theories, predictions, religions and science behind 2012. This site would be for entertainment only and is not designed to offend any religion or idea. Obviously scientist and biblical scholars have discussed these issues at length for centuries now. Each with their own idea of creation, but what happens when science and religion agree on the end? Niribus.

My goal is to explore the simple "what if"...

1. The solar events predicted for 2012 describes the Trumpet Judgments of Revelations?

2. The solar event is a direct result of Niribus, a planet I believe to have an 1,100 year cycle around the sun. (Basis of suns 1,100 year extreme cycle) Co-incidently, the Jews are celebrating their 3,300 years sense receiving the word of god. Hmm

3. The rapture before that time and just how much before or after.

4. We are living in the end times therefore the bible and truth of the end times will truly be revealed to those who will hear, see and speak his truth.

These are only ideas to be discussed, please keep comments (to these ideas) civil and open minded. I believe in God... I believe he sent his son to die for my sins. I do not force my ideas on ANYONE, that's the beauty of websites, you could simply choose to click it away. I believe my lord has spoken to me throughout my life (though rarely listened regretfully) and I believe with everything inside of me that he has proven to me he is returning. In the next few days I hope to explain and share with you my ideas. I have always been a man of proof (science) and documents (History). The documented accounts of all our great prophets are SCREAMING, it is time and we NEED to listen.

I hope you follow me in the coming days as I attempt to sort out all of this wonderful information in my head. Time is not on our side. Every Prophet in the bible that spoke of the "End Days" was given this prophecy from God, "for a time that was not now, but for the time of the end." Therefor it is also true that the bible will be "unlocked" in the end times. We have the technology to unlock the bible, but that's truly not what god meant. God told a story of the end times to his prophets. For a time that was not theirs, therefore made no real sense to them. A story that would be replicated throughout history, but would not be the true end as GOD would have it. You see those words of prophecy where not for them, they where for us, and the story will never truly be played out until it's exactly the way it was written. I can prove we are there, just give me your open mind and watch the video below.
This is the reason prophecy could not be full filled or even explained until the times of the end.