Thunder & Lightning

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

It was the year 1975 in a small township called Spiro in Oklahoma.
I was 12 years old and under the care of my grandmother for the most part because My father worked.
I anticipated his return everyday for it seemed he lived just to see I was happy and carefree.
Indeed he would ask what I wanted to do and if it was not an outrageous request.
He would see to It I made my own decisions for the most part.
What a feeling to be a child and still running my own life or so it seemed.

My father told me who god was and kept it simple enough a 12 year old could understand it.

He said: “Son, who ever is providing for and protecting you is doing the lord’s work for you and right now I am your father and you live in my kingdom of heaven on earth. I am your God.”
I did not challenge that because it made perfect since to me.

Then he said “Son heaven is where your heart is, and that is when you are most happy or doing what makes you the most happy.”
He Told me he started doing the lord’s work when he was only one year older than I was or 13.

I asked him “what was it he was doing at that age?”
He replied “Son I was creating Thunder and Lightning.”
He then asked “do you believe I created Thunder and Lightning?”
I pondered this seemingly impossible task and shook my head “no”
He quickly reminded me what he said about challenging a mans truth and that he told me he would never lie to me. I felt some shame at that point..
I still could not see how it could be truth he was telling me.

He then told me to go ask Mam-Maw (my grandmother) who was cooking in the kitchen.
I went to the kitchen and asked: “Mam-Maw did dad create thunder and lightning when he was my age?”
She replied yes he did and he chased em through
the woods and he could catch them and leash them.”
She said no more and left me pondering this farther in my 12 year old mind.

Years later I realized they planned this ahead of time.

I went back to my father who immediately asked “what did your Mam-Maw say?
I told him what she said and asked “how did you created thunder and lightning?”

He said I tell you son I was doing what made me the most happy so I was in my own heaven while hunting for racoon in the woods. That made me happy at the time.
Now I am happiest just showing you the way.
when I was 13 I acquired two small hound dog puppies.
when you get em that is all they are just hound dog puppies.I was teaching and training them to hunt racoon and when done right I created coon hounds out of those puppies and named one Thunder because of his loud bark and named the other Lightning because of his speed. They were my children then and I was their protector and provider so I was playing God over my dogs.
I would chase em through the woods until they treed
a racoon and then catch up to them. I then had to ascend up into the heavens by climbing the tree and reward my children after their long
journey by kicking that racoon out to them.

That is how I created Thunder and Lightning son and why
you should never question my truth because I have already told you I would never lie to you or guide you the wrong way.

Why? because I love you too much.

“If Winston McKinney tells you a flea can pull a gut wagon you find a proper fitting harness and hook him up because that flea will damn sure pull it.”

I do not challenge my father’s spirit or where it guides me now for my Bible says put full faith and
trust in your heavenly father for he will never leave
you or forsake you. I have every right to my beliefs. They are mine exclusively and if my right to them somehow infringes on your rights then please
explain the nature of your injuries, for if there is
no injured party there is no crime and my claim of rights and truth should be granted.

After all They are endowed by the spirit of my
creator and heavenly father Winston McKinney.
I need not prove something
that to me is so self evident.

For those who do not believe in god
for the only reason being you cannot
or have not ever visualized one I now show you mine.

He is not your god for yours is who you say it is and I would never disagree or try to take yours from you.

Carnage has my respect for he chose a god our flesh will certainly meet.

You can just say yours does not exist and I respect that too.

But please refrain from saying my god does not exist or attempt to take the last thing I have left on this earth.
MY FAITH and the product thereof that being the spirit of my father.
This is my earthly father who I am sure made
it to heaven for heaven is where his spirit is
and that is in my heart hosted by the lord of host
Jesus. I will never let his spirit die for it is what
I treasure most. Where he is. I am also.

Love and respect to all without prejudice.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

John 14:1=3
1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

2 In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.

3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.

My father who art in heaven WINSTON MCKINNEY be thy
name thy kingdom has come and I have inherited it
and pledge my future time of life to doing your
self evident will. I am but a slave to your spiritual
guidance. You are truly a man going your own way and
I am only your exclusively private unpaid chauffeur.
Than you Jesus A&men

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Anonymous 42]

Reminds me of the Twilight Zone, episode; The Hunt, circa 1962. One of the best episodes!

[bladeParticipant]

A very nice sunday service bro . You are my church now because my new priest is a leftist f~~~~~ and i hate the motherf~~~er been all sus on my intentions . Along with two other c~~~s . They f~~~ed my church . Got two old ladies that love and back me . I am there saint .

Pretty sure the sarge spoke to the c~~~ back when i was getting a mens group together . All asking me about my motives and s~~~ . I am back at war with every c~~~ again . I declared it at christmas . A mate went back to his town after a hundred years because another tribe took there s~~~ long ago . Communities are important and i am sick of the sydney single mother refugees . F~~~in over every c~~~ moving to my home and f~~~ing it by bringing there non humorous straight f~~~ed up ways .

Gods soldier

Anyway peace and amen .

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[UntamedParticipant]

Thanks for the nice read, harpomason.
I thoroughly enjoyed it.
May your pa rest in peace in the countenance of the Lord.
Bless his soul.

Don't let them Blame, Shame or Tame you!
Give 'em NOTHING, not even an answer!
#GenderSegragationNow!

[Dark KenshiParticipant 2132]

I am not a believer. Nor a religious man. So, I am not here to say to you what your God is or is not. I am not qualified, nor I want to challenge your beliefs, because you are my brother, and whatever you believe in, I will always support you, to the best of my abilities.

But your pa… He was God, in his own right. He molded and created a human being that is the best he can be, which in order tells me the magnitude of his character.
What a great man, your old man was! I wished I’ve met him!

May he rest in peace, after doing God’s work for his entire life.
Requiescat in Pace, Winston McKinney!

"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Thanks to all you men who understand.
I am nothing but The first born son of this
man. Without his inherent spirit and mental traits
I feel less than worthy to walk this hell hole
planet.
He will live in person for who he was I have become.

Blade wrote: All asking me about my motives and s~~~

When I was evaluated mentally by the state of Oklahoma
I was asked what my motives and intentions was for using my fathers identity. I stumped them. I said
“My son is not using my identity but I am using his flesh for I created it and he has given it for my personal use.”
They pressed on asking what I had
planned for the future.
I said that was my private business.
Then they Insisted I give some kind of answer, or
I would not be released.

Finally I told them “I have no plans but to live
an exclusively private life like most everyone else
attempts to do. Most fail because it cost too much to purchase protection from the scrutiny of public
civil servants like yourself.”

They do not want to admit what is true.
that freedom must be purchased.
That we live in a mafioso style
protection racket. where only those
who comply with everything the tyrants
say will have enough money to pay
the protection fees.

Now I wish to grow My fathers church by being a champion for the rights of dead people
around the world. He was a funny man and
this cause should draw some attention.
The rights of people in cemeteries is
funny enough to truly be in his spirit.
Dead people have so much to offer but are
without a voice in this society.
I will teach people by example using statutory
construction of truth self evident.
He will live in person. The Bible says so.

he is the one who was dead but is now alive.
He is the last and I am his first fruit.
he always wanted to write some books.
I shall write them in his spirit so as
to give all the praise, Honor and glory
to my father who could only be alive in
heaven.

Unless they have evidence he is somewhere
else his kingdom is here and now, it has come.
I inherit all he is, and all he gathers in his
own name and identity is not mine but his.
I am but his steward over his property.
I am nothing but his exclusively private
unpaid chauffeur transporting his spirit
forever. Forbidden from having earthly
authority above his heavenly authority.

All earthly authorities must deal with him
in his own personal identity, which forces
them to admit he is a living person or they
are forced to leave his son alone.

I never wanted fame. I wanted privacy.

The lord cares not for what people want
he insures they have what they need.

I am both happy and sad.
happy that my father
is with me in spirit.
sad because I now understand
Ecclesiastes.

with great knowledge comes great sorrow
and all is grasping at the wind.
Ecclesiastes is to me a sad book
for it tells the futility of life.

I only get one life to live on this planet
What should I use it for? My purpose or his?

I have lived 55 years just like my father
I am not so stupid as to believe I could finish
this life better than he could.

Looking at what I have done so far
just makes me cry.

My struggle is over and I shall
judge society instead of society
judging me. I shall write the books
he wanted to write and score people
on how they receive the presence
of my father on this earth.

Is he a living person who has
come back to earth many years
after he was buried or is his
son just a mental mess?

There is beauty in that no one
on earth can be sure the answer
to that question.

I claim morally the highest ground!!

In Jesus name I claim the heavenly domicile
of my father and his father in law.
I am married to the truth that is in my king
savior, and husband. A&men

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Dark Kenshi wrote:I am not a believer. Nor a religious man. So, I am not here to say to you what your God is or is not. I am not qualified, nor I want to challenge your beliefs, because you are my brother, and whatever you believe in, I will always support you, to the best of my abilities.

But your pa… He was God, in his own right. He molded and created a human being that is the best he can be, which in order tells me the magnitude of his character.
What a great man, your old man was! I wished I’ve met him!

May he rest in peace, after doing God’s work for his entire life.
Requiescat in Pace, Winston McKinney!

Thanks for the reply.
My father is alive for through me and my story
you have met a small part of what he was.
I will teach others his life lessons.
The things he taught me.
Through honesty provide evidence
of a spiritual afterlife.
Be honest with your answer to this simple question:
can a dead man teach anybody anything?

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Tower wrote:Reminds me of the Twilight Zone, episode; The Hunt, circa 1962. One of the best episodes!

I agree it was the best episode.
If my dog is not allowed in heaven
I would refuse to enter.
Man’s best friend indeed.
spelled backwards God.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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