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For over twenty years the man who turned the artwork created for me by Chester Brown into a promotion for his used bikes has been posting thousands of flyers around Toronto designed to bring harm to myself and others.

People report they have found their stolen bikes at his back alley sales.  Bike theft is at an all time high in Toronto. Bike thieves need fences to sell their stolen property.

When faced with an all out attempt to get us murdered most of us would panic.

Not myself.

My father regularly applied Irish discipline to me when I was a kid. I wanted nothing so much as to put an end to his beatings.

I knew, however, that if I struck him I would become myself what I hated.

Then one day, I was thirteen, I discovered the power of laughter to kill pain in Bram Stoker’s novel DRACULA.

I engineered the biggest beating my poor father ever gave me.

When he put me over his knee I started to laugh.

He beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat and beat until he could beat no more.

I wore him out.

I had felt no pain. I had not a mark on my body.

More importantly he never raised his hand to me again.

I beat him completely and thoroughly without becoming what I hated.

So too now. Let the hater hate.

Let him skulk around this city posting his anonymous flyers.

Let the phantom phone calls continue.

Let those who can act but say. “There is nothing I can do”  or “This storm will blow over” say there is nothing they can do and this storm will blow over.

They are worse than the perpetrator. He is bad enough. They are worse.

A few years ago a writer whose work I have always read with profit walked through my door. His name is Ed Keenan. The first thing Ed said walking in was, “Reg, you are the only man in this citry who stands up.”

I said to him, “I’m not but there are never enough.”

I’m a little slow for a so-called bright fellow. Yesterday I realized when he said “Only man who stands up” Ed was saying that neither he nor anyone at the paper he writes for stands up.

“I hate that paper,” Jane Jacobs said to me.

She had just reasons.

The word “Satan” means in English “the adversary.”

My adversary has done his best to poison this city against me.

A few years ago a city agency responsible for doing major shows in Toronto was doing a show featuring a live orchestra set to Bugs Bunny cartoons. They asked if I would post flyers for the event beside the flyers I post for my cartoon festivals. I said I’d be glad to if they were content to have their flyers conform to the City of Toronto Street Poster Bylaws.

They were happy with the results. I continued to poster for them.

One day they got a call from my adversary. He warned that if they continued to use me to poster for them they would be fined by Metro Licensing and Standards.

A couple of weeks passed. Bylaw officers and the police arrived at their offices like Nazi storm-troopers.

I no longer post flyers for them.

Read into that what you will.

The art Chester created is his favourite story from my self-published book, THE NIGHT THEY RAIDED ROCHDALE.

It is one of my favourite stories.

Drop by and I will tell you why.

My house is built on a rock.

It can stand the storm.

Let the storm rage.

As for those who said, “There is nothing I can do,” well, I weep for them.

Why? Figure it out for yourself.

The people behind all this say they are Christians.

Christians are called to pray for those who do evil to them. Christians are called to do good to those who do them harm.

Christians no not go around posting anonymous flyers blaspheming their subjects.

That is the work of anti-Christians.

They have, however, no power.

Do as I do. As much as possible ignore them.

God knows that is not easy. Neither was Calvary.

The goal of haters is to turn us into creatures like them.

I laugh.

Let them try.

One with God is a majority.

I don’t need help.

I am one with God.

I am the majority.

Stay safe.–Reg Hartt

From Thomas E, Mails biography of Lakota Elder Fools Crow: While I was still a boy, my grandparents passed on to me many of the ancient legends of the Sioux, and also stories about important things that happened to the Lakota in the early days.

On one occasion, my grandfather, Knife Chief, told me a story about the time the great Chief Crazy Horse went on a vision quest to Bear Butte in the Black Hills. When Crazy Horse returned, he said he had learned that one day there would be terrible wars all over the world. Crazy Horse accurately described the physical shape of the world by talking about where the sun comes up, and goes down, and then comes up again. So he must have known that the world was round. And he said there will one day be fighting and big fires all over the world. People will be suffering, and our women will cry. Men will be brutal to women everywhere. But in the end, God will come to the earth to judge it.

I was also taught that our Indian people have more knowledge than white people think they do about the earth and about creation. For example, we know that some of the Indians who live on this North American continent came from Alaska, and some came from South America. But we real Indians go way back to ancient times, when Great Grandfather, the Great Spirit, molded us from the ground and gave this land to us. He placed us here, and told us that it is our land. So we are part of it and one in spirit with it. That is why we seek harmony with all creation. We share the same Creator and heritage.

As for what I was taught and believe about God’s judgment and life after death, I will tell you what I have seen in my visions and discussed with old-timers who are gone now. There are three spirits that are involved when a person dies, and each person will enter one or the other. If he enters the first, his spirit will travel around and all over. If he enters the second, his spirit will remain in the immediate area of his home. If he enters the third, his spirit will be buried in the ground. Then there will be a judgment day, when Grandfather will hold court. Two pathways lead out from there. The spiritual people will go on one path and be happy forever. The others will go on a path where they will be eternally confronted by problems and live in bad circumstances. They will suffer all of the time. I have seen all this in my vision quests, and it has always been believed among my people.

Here is The Last Judgment:

The Final Judgment

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 Before him will be gathered all the nations, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 And he will place the sheep on his right, but the goats on the left. 34 Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ 37 Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? 38 And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? 39 And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ 40 And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers,[a] you did it to me.’

41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.’ 44 Then they also will answer, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?’ 45 Then he will answer them, saying, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.’ 46 And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”

One day when I saw a man go by my door I said, “You look like you are dying of thirst.” He said, “I am.” I said, “Go in and get a drink.” He did. We talked. He said, “Have you got room for me? I’d like to stay here awhile.” I had room. He did. When he left he left these pieces of art. We are called to shelter the homeless, feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, care for the sick and the jailbird and to welcome the stranger. We are not called to poison the well. Scripture teaches if we are given deadly poison it will not harm us. How can I know this is true unless I am given deadly poison? Note: I am not called to take it. That is testing God. However if an enemy tries to poison me then I trust in Scripture. From decades of experience I can testify that the Scripture is true. Welcome the stranger.

 

 

 

 

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