I mean... loosing my wife and our Family. I'm 83 and the world is declining. We have almost fully moved into a Cultural Marxist society
We have lost too much of the freedom we had with the simple Christian way of living in small village towns where there were jobs for everyone.
We have lost our personal freedom to think as a simple Christian; alone in our own chapel.
Can we trigger a powerful mysterious force, to return us to the simplest way of living with the freedom to think and pray to God alone and make our decisions and those close those courts where process is more important than the people ?
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You can see the Movie at the bottom of this Post
Re-visited February 24 2015 by Don Wesley
"I'm not seeing a better world and I'm very Disappointed"
A sunny Tuesday morning in Chesterville, Ontario at my Base-Camp Station.
Dreams will never die, when part of some one's story.
[You might try to destroy it.
They may hate you because you made it known.
But there it is for ever]
The Public Education System, in Montreal, for the English Protestants, before the crash of 1929 was, and I have calculated, more than excellent; it was awe-inspiring. And the powerful Irish were there also!
I know it will be a push, to provide my source, for this claim of extraordinary measure; that will wait, while I bundle a little tale within this Giant Claim. The bundle size will be less-than a few minutes of time.
One solid aspect of this educational system included a powerful and creative teaching influence; called Stories, in movie form.It was more than the three R’s.
What was missing was Roofing!
And Movie-Appreciation was what we were taught, without the report-card grading!
In those early days of 1929 through 1949, movies were the "bang-point" to see and hear powerful stories. Wise and wonderful stories was where the individual-minds could dream-up and create it’s own expectations, after some juice from the movie.
In those movies, nothing was hidden; not crime, not war, not hope or love; not sin. They were real life lessons, with reasons controlled by law.
The Montreal municipality made it made it unlawful to have children under sixteen to sit under the roof of a Movie Theatre. The reason given was to prevent more loss of life when fire burned a theatre down. It is funny reasoning, because there were other options.
It might be said "they" had other reasons. So, other nearby municipalities kept it lawful to keep them open. The lessons still could be bought in this city of sin, in little houses with tight roofs, and darken windows.
Another So! My School House made certain we would see a spell-binding movie, “Great Expectations.” It is a great lesson covering a long bundle of time. The young woman who had inherited her families huge fortune with the huge Mansion, prepared her home for a beautiful huge wedding. She had the Mansions great roof over her Great Expectations.
Very sadly the groom, his love secured, died before the wedding.
He died!
The Story ends, a very long life-time later, in the same Mansion, with the same preparations and with the very same wedding-cake and with everything precious, preserved, in a life-time of cob-webs. The Mansion was ghost-like, with other powers that spooked the passers that dared to glance that way. It had false lessons to reveal as well.
And She died, with broken heart, in her wheelchair, and it too was covered in the very same Cob-webs. Is a very powerful movie Story.
Those in the school system of the time required we learn other stories; Shakespeare's "Hamlet," and the Bibles "Book of Job.
My life-time "greatest expectation" was swept away, without a cob-web present. But not by death; but by agents of sin, who were present; on the day before Christmas 2008. He died!
The Story ends, a very long life-time later, in the same Mansion, with the same preparations and with the very same wedding-cake and with everything precious, preserved, in a life-time of cob-webs. The Mansion was ghost-like, with other powers that spooked the passers that dared to glance that way. It had false lessons to reveal as well.
And She died, with broken heart, in her wheelchair, and it too was covered in the very same Cob-webs. Is a very powerful movie Story.
Those in the school system of the time required we learn other stories; Shakespeare's "Hamlet," and the Bibles "Book of Job.
Our home, is now filled with ghosts! Tenants are leaving, fearing the ghosts always present. All my books of lessons learned and lessons created have been lost to me.
Some have said I will get it the back, after the system Justice does it work.
But what about all our family stories and other priceless treasures. They have no cob-webs of protection, from those who would call the contents "clutter." Fools!
Why is my question, has justice, as we knew it, disappeared?
Why have our local village governments gone?
Who are those agents of foolish change?
Know thyself and then you will know agents of sin, and then you build expectations of better laws and justice.
It was in the 1940’s when I saw the movie lesson. Now, even more agents of sin run wild over all our hopes. They run and ruin.
We don’t even build expectations with roofs any more. Why not ? Could it be that there are no agents of protection any more.
There are just agents who enforce Court Orders, for divorces and charge you the price of your wealth, plus value-adding-taxes.
We don’t even build expectations with roofs any more. Why not ? Could it be that there are no agents of protection any more.
There are just agents who enforce Court Orders, for divorces and charge you the price of your wealth, plus value-adding-taxes.
Where are Family Fathers of old?
This little story, virtually created from an injection of memory serum from my head, this very morning, wrote itself; every word of this very short story, using my fingers on a computer keyboard and connected to the internet. Only a very old head from the past has these funny serums. The next movie I will inject , is "Pride and Prejudice."
What will that serum create in the next short bundle of time?
The name is Donald John Wesley,
Born April 17 1933; Easter Monday. I will be 82, in two months.
Alive and well, except for PTSD. Sharp as a tack to write and pin up a story, in a Blog.Born April 17 1933; Easter Monday. I will be 82, in two months.
Married April 11, 1964 to Denise, my love my soul-mate. I always called her "Sweet"!
My self-esteem is high with no pride present; just a passionate need the tell a story that will not die.
My well known identities on the Internet -
DonWesley1933 on You-Tube and, donwesley1933@live.com
Two other guys I know who got educated at Montreal High School, during those years are:
1) Victor Roth, an old and precious buddy2) Robert Payne an old wise and precious friend.
All with memory serums present and able.
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Top 10 Notes: Great Expectations
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