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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Who is John Redbear?

Who is John Redbear?

I am.

If you want to know why, I could tell you.
If you want to know how? I do not know.

If you want to know me, read page 1 of the book:




Click HERE for Page 1 Text


The book is Illusions by Richard Bach, published when John Redbear
was just a boy in his teens.  Here is how it begins:


1.  There was a Master come unto the earth, born in the holy land
    of Indiana, raised in the mystical hills east of Fort Wayne.

2.  The Master learned of this world in the public schools of
    Indiana, and as he grew, in his trade as a mechanic of
    automobiles.

3.  But the Master had learnings from other lands and other
    schools, from other lives that he had lived.  He remembered
    these, and remembering became wise and strong, so that others
    saw his strength and came to him for counsel.

4.  The Master believed that he had power to help himself and all
    mankind, and as he believed so it was for him, so that others
    saw his power and came to him to be healed of their troubles
    and their many diseases.

5.  The Master believed that it is well for any man to think upon
    himself as a son of God, and as he believed, so it was, and
    the shops and garages where he worked became crowded and
    jammed with those who sought his learning and his touch; and
    the streets outside with those who longed only that the shadow
    of his passing might fall upon them, and change their lives.

(end of copied passages)



(then read his preceding post - regarding the coming 2012 hysteria)

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Background on Why a normal man and agnostic would Build this Blog

Well, I'm an engineer - and after you see what I've seen, you'd believe too. I'm not out to prove anything, but the message has got to be told.

My best friend is a prophet (that was hard to soak up - believe me, as I have trouble believing in sunshine without a scope and a meter - I'm a retired engineer); and he left yesterday after saying this;

"You see Colonel John, it never was just Jesus or Buddha, everybody gets the same message every so often."

(long pause for a sip of water - the man drinks water ALL the time)

"Jesus Christ wasn't the point, it was his people, his little community of brothers and sisters walking life in a certain way. Jesus, Muhammad, hell - Gandhi, me of course - we're just folks born with a knowing heart."

"Only difference twixt you and me John is I remember tomorrow - that's what a Prophet does."

"You're doing good though - for a white man yer a good indian cuz a dog couldn't hear the way I crept up and you STILL met me at the door".

Anyway - that's just a slice of my story here. My family is thick with weirdos and teachers, half-brothers in jail and Catholic Saints. I'm used to the occasional visit from the Twilight Zone - heck, you should have met my Mom.... she could heal anything.

The day mom, Bernice Hubertz (Fort Wayne) died (June 11th) two clocks fell off the wall and one started working - the one her grandpa humped up the Canal road in 1860.

My Aunt on her side (great great Aunt I think) is the 1st American Saint - the nun from Indiana.



All people have that heart - which is why we are suddenly becoming so aware of our problems and those precious moments of sanity in this busy place.

"Answers are all around you; but do not look to your own life for the questions. Find your perfect stranger - or any child.

And stand in awe at the glory of life."

(all those quoted bits are straight from my friend Redeagle Jones - the Swamp Prophet and my personal vote for Messiah if there is such a thing).

Patriotism for Advanced Souls - Saving the World through individual choice. Now is the time - and my X-files prophet friend (oh yeah, he's scary ALL the time) Redeagle Jones just left. "Colonel John, the President needs you to write a little something and get him some help." (scary music) Well - here it is.


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