barb 2015Barbara H. Peterson

Farm Wars

Nothing is as it seems. Black is white and white is black, and just about everything we have been told and led to believe is a lie. I think this pretty much sums up the world situation as it stands.

Religions preach ‘feed the poor’ while building huge monoliths of greed to be worshiped by the masses; corrupt to the core government leaders are promoted as champions of freedom while selling our freedoms for a piece of gold; health officials administer toxic drugs as cures; water is poisoned while promoting tooth health; crops are poisoned with chemicals designed to kill every living thing while being promoted as ‘green and sustainable;’ and we are told to worship the god of mammon as our one true savior by slaving at corporate jobs designed to enslave, not save.

When caught up in the lie, it actually seems plausible. When awakening from the slumber, the true nature of our state is clear, and we either succumb or survive by coming to an up close and personal understanding of the following Scripture:

John 14:5-7

5 Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you’re going. So how can we know the way?”

6 Yahusha answered him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one goes to the Father except through me.

7 If you have known me, you will also know my Father. From now on you know him through me and have seen him in me.”

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2 Responses to “Thoughts for the Season”

  1. Abe says:

    Merry Christmas Barb, and all at Farm Wars,

    You pretty much summed it up short and sweet. I don’t know why, but I feeling 2017 will be the most massive awaking in the sum total of all human history. I can feel it in my heart and soul. Can you feel Barb?

  2. Alan Donelson says:

    Thank you, Barbara. Truly, good words to have in mind today, as I — and no doubt many others — bounce about like spheroidal souls in a pinball machine ensconced (GOD has a sense of humor, I think) in a Hall of Mirrors with no obvious exit. Reflections of reflections, fiercely divisive, destructive dialectics (liberalISM vs. conservativISM, individualISM vs. collectivISM, even goodNESS vs. evilNESS) provide the impetus to forget one’s self, the Self, Source of ALL.

    I recall a BIG HINT — The kingdom of GOD is within. Truth within, in hand, we have a cosmic singularity awaiting discovery by each who knocks, who seeks, who trusts in the Light shining forth, a guide and a comfort.

    I wish you, and all those who find their way here, a merry and wholé Christmas. May Love, Joy, and Peace be our hearts’ content always. We ask for so little, as little as a grain of mustard seed!