Remind yourself you are grand, Believe you can do anything. Get up, take a stand. Always look forward, Looking back is never good. You want to look to the future, That is something you should do. Better days are coming, Fear, losing somebody you love, Or rejection is no surprise. You know the look in their eyes, Accept anxiety by actions we take. Life is lying, denying we cause misery too. A voice in our head telling us a false future. Deja Vu is upside down—a twosome, Preventable foresight. Lemmings, feelings, strong whispers, even shouts, no doubt. Your fortunes are due.
I wanted to be somewhere other than where I was stuck. I was here for a reason; I was not able-bodied, and my difficulties. No one would take a chance on me, and I could not fake being just enough to fill the job requirements. I was stuck, stuck, stuck.
The only reason I could think of is my calling to help people. There is no need for people to follow God because of fear, and because people are highly educated with a good dose of being tired of scams, they don't follow a man who follows God either.
I had been receiving thoughts, some psalms, and a new understanding of the Torah for a while. Then the same thing happened: set to a frequency from a download from the Heavenly Court. Information I needed was presented in the form of images, all the while not being able to be understood to be for me.
I saw a crack in the fabric of reality; I am not able-bodied, and my difficulties from my perspective. No one would take a chance on me, and I could not fake being just enough to fill the job requirements. I was stuck and a new perspective ready to trump ours. I understood anyone could see it and worked towards it. I saw my loved ones, their appearance, and the promise of seeing them again. Like everything takes time to show, I needed to unpack.
Having the patience to wait for answers is a learned response. They know I had to do something, but not taking the time to unpack and digest is an unlearned way that most people and I have experienced.
There are many further insights, and they are more likely to trigger something that keeps popping up, even though you know how much time you have spent praying with self-castigation and morning to be free of the restricting eliminating barriers.
Time for study, an openness to being a vessel for clothed Ohr (light), and even though the life I feel is falling apart, time of contemplation is all I see. Looking for wisdom and understanding does come. Sensei, muse guides, and teachers only come about through investment, commitment, and connection.
Missing the mark is practice until it gets easier to make your shot accurately. Keep trying to unpack your potential.
I wake up every morning saying, "Thank you, Hashem, for restoring my soul and giving me another chance to get it right. You are everything to me."
My friends and group grow every day. I see people from different parts of the country and the world, and I want to know how we can all be united. With my investments, I may have found a way to attract those inclined to follow me out of Mizrahim.
Lawton, Oklahoma, New York City, and scattered between the South, North, East, and West. A vast undertaking, all independent of each other, how can one man possibly accomplish starting a dialogue, gathering in one place or several places at once? Speakers, teachers, philosophies, and healing arts practitioners abound.
From peddling bread, I have learned that people will buy it or won't. All anyone can do is offer what they have and hope what I am looking for is looking for me.
With all the invitations, my awareness programs rely on a spark that results in a wildfire of traveling to hear about new opportunities, signing up, changing mazal, and honoring Hashem by returning what is in exile.
I had been working on an email list and created invitations to a mini vacation at Lake Itaska, where the Headwaters of the Mississippi begin from a good spring from the underground aquifer, creating the lake and the mighty river. To make the invitations recreational and interactive, I placed them on several investment sites related to travel, specifically marketing to those who express love and fear of God.
Zuckerbucks continues to dry up, Truth Social limits freedom of expression by the word count, and websites are linear whereas interactive and spherical are intuitive. I cover all the aspects of a two-day stay in a cabin, camping sites, places where inspirational speakers are, times, dates, and reduced-cost incentives. With the push of a few keys, I send out the vacation package to the most likely to join the rest, where leaders in the field have orated end times and Ge ula visions.
The second program is also travel-related, offering trips to Israel. Working with established companies offering vacation packages, ours is not a vacation but a destination. A realization of Headwaters of the Mississippi begins from sound, as it is no longer kosher to follow the everchanging laws of this country or many countries worldwide and not return to the foundation of the Oral Torah.
In the world of doing things, you must catch up or fall short. Most of the time, this involves picking a company to do the heavy lifting of design, prototype service, package design, and engineering and presenting it to the industry for consideration. You have some say in it, but you see the resulting costs.
Some companies have ready-made items for you to purchase outright. Customizing from idea to prototype would require a planning department with access to skills. Plans are already available or could be tweaked to fit the first vision before spending money on prototypes.
Could you turn it over and turn it again? Getting through stages is how best to create. Years ago, I wanted a food cart to take out in public, and searching for one already made, purchased, and shipped to me wasn't an option.
Learning about fabrication shops where all the materials, equipment, and support staff could save a lot of money for the average Joe, I did the next best thing and hobbled one of my own. My cart could have looked better and held only some of the bread I had made. I took it out in public, not showing any embarrassment or pride, either.
When an entrepreneur sees a need like this, he examines every angle and decides if it is worthwhile. The average guy with some skills and a willingness to take a few classes can take home the realized project in a way that brings satisfaction.
Consumers who needed access to business plans were made available to anyone with skill; I will have created them professionally.
Brent, one of Molly's bread runners, delivers baked goods to local homes by bicycle, saving a trip to the store and delivery free of charge.
The runner's motto is "Hot bread accompaniment to Minnesota Hot Dish." Brent is also in a high school engineering class.
We have had a few conversations about such a venture and hiring staff in partnerships.
The more remote parts of the world can be contained in sailing vessels just offshore, with the same capabilities, and are only more suited to pioneers having access to earth-moving equipment for starting farming communities living and working onboard ships and shores until housing can be built, like the hospital ships in recent news accounts. It is a worthwhile endeavor for the brave of the heart. I passed by the laundry mat and saw a third to half of the entire parking lot suitable for a weekday at noon. When I first saw the restaurant, it was a year into a pandemic.
I give up on any inquiries about dream vacations and lock up for the day. Besides, I can access the proper way to respond anywhere with the new technology and help I received in Miami. Peeking into the bookstore, I see a few customers and staff conversing. I pass by the corner bookstore.
Seeking help from the internet websites, I advertised for a clerk with intuitive skills to help guide people at the bookstore to find what they need; the only requirement is to join our community of kabbalists. Cindy has been a big help since moving from Duluth, and we are happy to have her as staff at Delvers Books.
When I first saw the restaurant, it was a year into the pandemic, and it was failing.
I bought two hamburgers and fries—nothing to write home about, and I felt sorry for them.
We were approaching the front door, the glass shaded by the overhang. Through the clear glass window, I saw our patrons standing in line and sitting at tables with computers operating. At 10 dollars a square foot, remodeled in four months, we were into our fifth week of doing what we do: providing good food and service.
I enter and ask for a walleye fish burger with Cole slaw. I also want a bleu cheese aioli on a toasted bun made from our recipe for Sourdough rye with dill weed, caraway, and sunflower seed. I grab a fountain drink cup, fill it with Razzberry tea, and pick up a sweetener pack.
Finding a free table, I sit and wait for my hunger buster. The loaf bread, sweet rolls, bread pudding pies, and cakes come from next door, which could be why the last owners made it less unused. When I started mixing bread, I only had the narrow divider and front of our kitchen sink to rest my mixing bowl.
If you lease the space, use it to pay the monthly bill or find another enterprise to fill it. Independently from what you do, you can make a profit using unused space. "Max, headroom," I told the food worker. Getting one chuckle, I continued, " You see sharks following fishing boats out in the ocean."
"One shark told the captain I am hungry and can't find anything to eat; I was hoping you could chum up with something."
This time, the whole place erupts in laughter. The new waitress sets my plate down, turns, and is gone, shaking her head as if to say You shouldn't have. Acting aloof, I tackle my lunch.
The testing has been superficial for me and those who can see the changes in our lives. Living comfortably means no longer striving to get it right; we know the time has arrived. It is a time of wonder and exploration. We are no longer considering getting it right; we have turned the sustainability issue into The One—a Becoming One. There is no separation. All is here for me. God's Hand was always giving, believing in his creation. He saw and said, "It is good," Even when it was not as good as it will be.
I have always expressed dreams and visions whenever possible, and we have waited long enough. There is no date and time for this dream of God because time and circumstances play no part in unfolding God's will for us.
Feel free to write your own story; you have help. As for mine, the chapters I have written to inspire you, the reader, to tell it as you would like it to be.
By Sir Ron, today's Tom Sawyer.
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