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The author of the anonymouse hate flyers promotes his used bike sales. Folks have found their freshly stolen bikes at those sales. Look there if your bike gets stolen.

The original art of the above. This was created by award winning comic artist Chester Brown to help me raise funds. It is his favourite story from the book. How can you help? Make a donation. I will send you a copy.

On Christmas Eve as I walked to the bank I saw posters on utility poles and kiosks slandering myself.

This is nothing new. It has been going on for over ten years, over twenty actually.

THE SUPREME COURT OF CANADA, against the wishes of every city in the nation, defended street postering as freedom of speech for the poor.

They did not defend it as a medium of posting anonymous slander.

Nothing is more cowardly except those who by their silence endorse it.

I took a walk around the city. The flyers were everywhere sometimes 10 to each kiosk.

Perhaps because it was Christmas (December 25th) there were 25 different ones.

That is a lot of energy, money and time squandered in the cause of hate.

Nonetheless I am grateful for it.

I am grateful because I am proud to walk with every man, woman and child who has found themselves the target of hatred without just cause.

There is no just cause for hatred.

The man whose birth we celebrate on December 25 was hated without just cause.

He taught us to forgive one another that we may ourselves be forgiven.

This means I have to forgive my hater or miss the mark.

The word “sin” is an archery term which means “to miss the mark.”

It helps to know that.

The word carries none of the emotional weight attached to it by the multitudes who use it in ignorance.

Why was the First Temple destroyed? Because idolatry, sexual immorality, and murder prevailed… But why was the Second Temple destroyed, given that in its time they WERE occupying themselves with Torah, observance of mitzvot, and the practice of deeds of kindness? Because senseless hatred [sin’at chinam] prevailed. That teaches you that senseless hatred is considered as serious as the three sins of idolatry, sexual immorality, and murder combined. [Yoma 9b]

Hatred is the greatest sin of all.

I first felt the arrows of hatred when I was six years old.

My father was Roman Catholic and the Black Sheep of his Irish Catholic family.

My mother was Anglican and the Black Sheep of her Church of England family.

They wed in their teens.

A union between those two faiths was considered worse than one between people of different races.

Although she agreed to raise us as Catholics my mother did everything in her power to turn as against our father’s family.

When it came time for me to start school there was a fierce battle between my father’s mother and my mother over whether I would go to Catholic School or public school which ended when my mother said, “Why don’t we let him decide?”

That night, late, when on one else was around my mother said, “Do you want to go to Catholic School with the bad kids or public school with the good kids?”

The next day when I walked up the hill to the house where we lived at the top of which was my father’s family’s home I was greeted by my Catholic cousins with sticks, stones and names.

I learned important lessons that day that have been with me all of my life.

The first was that people who had been friends one moment could turn against us the next for no good reason.

The second was that my mother would harm her child to get her will.

I am not the only one to learn this.

“Is that my lovely Charlotte or my naughty Rainer,” the mother of Rainer Maria Rilke said when he came to the door of her room. She wanted not a son but a daughter. She had him grow his hair in long golden curls. She had him wear dresses. The boy, like all boys, eager to please his mother answered, “It is your lovely Charlotte, mother.”

With a mother like that we either kill our self, become a psychopath or become a powerful poet:

The Man Watching 
By Rainer Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister.

The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape, like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.

What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights with us is so great.
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.

When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestlers’ sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.

Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.

–Translated by Robert Bly


Rilke became one of the greatest poets ever.

“If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.”

I can feel the mother in “and not need names.”

We are now in the last days.

As the hour of his return approaches we are told it will be like the world was before the flood.

Some grow alarmed by the approach of this hour. A minister at a church round the corner that teaches the Pope is the anti-Christ spoke to me in alarm about the dark times we are in until I said, “These are the signs of the time.” Then he hugged me.

One night when we were both drunk my father said, “I have hated you from the moment you were born as in that instant I realized I had to die.”

That explained much. It was the moment when I finally began to love him.

The next day I was interviewed by Michael Valpy for a story on THE GLOBE AND MAIL. When I told him that story he said, “First born sons.” I realized this is common to fathers. The Greeks knew of it which is why they had the father of the Gods devour his children so they would not outlive him.

It is no easy thing to forgive those who seek to do us harm. It is no easy thing to to return their evil with good. Nor is it easy to pray for them.

“Take him to court,” some say.

The police say this is a civil not a criminal matter.

Well, I have not been the only target of this slander. THE GLOBE AND MAIL did a story on this that should have roused every person with a conscience in Canada. In that story the author states these flyers appear to be designed to incite violence upon their subjects. Talk about a nation turning a blind eye.

No one who wants to build muscles lifts feathers.

There is a deeper reason for not taking him to court. That reason comes from Paul: 1 Corinthians 6:7 KJ21 “Now therefore, there is utterly a fault among you, because ye go to law one against another. Why do ye not rather accept wrong? Why do ye not rather suffer yourselves to be defrauded?”

Romans 12:19 KJ21 “Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath; for it is written: ‘Vengeance is Mine; I will repay,saith the Lord.’”
So, yes, let this storm continue to rage.
God said to Jonah, “I will punish these people but if you do not witness to them you I will kill.”
I met three strong American women who became friends and mentors. All three were atheists.
The first was Jane Jacobs, author of the pivotal book THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES who, in an interview said, “I had wonderful teachers in the first and second grades who taught me everything I know. After that, I’m afraid, the teachers were nice, but they were dopes…I have a lack of ideology, and not because I have an animus against any particular ideology; it’s just that they don’t make sense to me…they get in the way of thinking. I don’t see what use they are…University and uniformity, as ideals, have subtly influenced how people thought about education, politics, economics, government, everything…We are misled by universities and other intellectual institutions to believe that there are separate fields of knowledge. But it’s clear there are no separate fields of knowledge. It is a seamless web.”
The second was Judith Merril, the mother of modern SF of whom J. G. Ballard (author of Crash and Empire of the Sun) said: “Science fiction, I suspect, is now dead, and probably died about the time that Judy closed her anthology and left to found her memorial library to the genre in Toronto. I remember my last sight of her, surrounded by her friends and all the books she loved, shouting me down whenever I tried to argue with her, the strongest woman in a genre for the most part created by timid and weak men.”

We live in a moment drowning in timid and weak men.

But this moment, as the story of BEOWULF shows, has always been.

The third was Doris Mehegan who ran THE SPACED OUT LIBRARY (Now THE MERRIL COLLECTION) .

All three taught that when we see wrong being done and do nothing we die.

“Someone ought to do it, but why should I? Someone ought to do it, so why not I? Between these two sentences lie whole centuries of moral evolution.”― Annie Besant

Years ago biking around the city I saw a blind man waiting to cross the street. “Someone will help him,” I said to myself. Swiftly came the thought, “Why can’t that someone be you?”

He must have waited a long time because he took a long time thanking me.

I know where I stand.

I stand where I have always stood.

I stand alone.

Standing alone I find myself in great company.

As for the author of this mischief, as Ben Hecht has a character in his NOTHING SACRED say, “The hand of God reaching down into the mire could not raise him to the depths of degradation.”

Those who by their silence support him are even lower.

Nonetheless, when we build a great house we first dig a deep foundation.

Matthew 13:33 Parallel Verses

Matthew 13:33, NIV: “He told them still another parable: ‘The kingdom of heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into about sixty pounds of flour until it worked all through the dough.'”

Matthew 13:33, ESV: “He told them another parable. “The kingdom of heaven is like leaven that a woman took and hid in three measures of flour, till it was all leavened.””

Matthew 13:33, KJV: “Another parable spake he unto them; The kingdom of heaven is like unto leaven, which a woman took, and hid in three measures of meal, till the whole was leavened.”

Matthew 13:33, NASB: “He spoke another parable to them: ‘The kingdom of heaven is like leaven, which a woman took and hid in three sata of flour until it was all leavened.'”

Matthew 13:33, NLT: “Jesus also used this illustration: ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is like the yeast a woman used in making bread. Even though she put only a little yeast in three measures of flour, it permeated every part of the dough.'”

Matthew 13:33, CSB: “He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like leaven that a woman took and mixed into fifty pounds of flour until all of it was leavened.””

Fifty or sixty pounds is a lot of flour.

Now if we have actually baked bread we know that when the yeast is put into the flour the first time it rises it is full of air bubbles.

We have to pound it down. This we do again, again, again, again and again until the bread achieves the proper density.

Then we put it into the oven.

The people indigenous to this continent greeted our ancestors. We are told the Pilgrim fathers initiated the feast of thanksgiving  to thank them.

In doing that they, by their nature, did what we are all called in Christ to do.

What is that?

It is found in THE LAST JUDGMENT in MATTHEW. We are called to house the homeless, feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, clothe the naked, visit those sick and in prison and to welcome the stranger as our long lost brother.

In return the people who welcomed the Pilgrims were murdered every man, woman and child. Why? Because they refused rightly to become Christians.

Romans 2:14 KJ21 “For when the Gentiles, who have not the law, do by nature the things contained in the law, they, not having the law, are a law unto themselves.”
The strongest translation of that I found was the first one, “When the gentiles who know not Christ live the life Christ teaches they are Christ.”
The people native to this land are a people driven from their homes and robbed of their way of life.
Like myself they are a people who have been and continue to be pounded down again, again and again.
Like myself they are a people being raised up.
As for those who crushed them the father has turned his back on them forever.
In the great story of WHITE BUFFALO CALF WOMAN two men see her manifest.
One, overcome by desire, tries to rape her.
He seizes her. A cloud of smoke envelops them both.
She walks from it leaving ashes in her wake.
The world we know is burning. It is being consumed by the rapacious desires by men who are abusing it.
In his great vision Crazy Horse, who was murdered, said there would come a time with terrible fires all over the world. He said that men everywhere would be brutal. He said that God was coming to judge the world.
All of this, the great suffering so many are enduring is meant to be. It serves a purpose.
Fire renews the earth. The coming fire is to be embraced like a lover. Our GOD is a consuming fire.
As Peter said after his great vision, “I see the LORD is not a respecter of person but that all in all lands who love God and do good are loved by God.”
The fire of the Holy Spirit came upon those he said that to BEFORE he said a word about Jesus.
We don’t have to become Christians to be loved GOD. However when we know GOD we know Jesus is his first begotten and we are his brothers and sisters.-Reg Hartt 2022  01 13




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