THE UNTOLD STORY OF MY PLIGHT INTO THE DESERT (BOTH IN DEED AND MIND) | Reflections in Flat Earth from Prince Edward Island

by | Jun 14, 2017


MY TWIN SONS ERIC & IRA WERE BORN in the ordinary fashion, naturally speaking—except as an added bonus they were delivered at home, and in the very bed which they were so lovingly conceived 42-weeks earlier. This was of course by our grand design, home birth, that is. It was actually a big deal in California at the time, as this sort of procedure simply isn’t smiled upon where twins are involved. Our greatest speed bumps to a natural unmedicated birth without the looming threat of c-section were the cultural obstacles that arose among the temperaments of certain church friends and relations who, and I quote, “washed their hands” of the impending disaster, seeing as how they could not possibly dissuade such delusional, uneducated, and my personal favorite, “morally incompetent” minds. News of their birth spread in home birthing circles. Apparently my sons were written about in medical journals as far east as India—or so I’m told.

The story between their conceptions is particularly of interest, because one child was seeded before the weekend, with the second, I believe—this is something I cannot prove, but fully regard as true for reasons which will not be stated here—being fertilized after the weekend.

See, my wife went on a mission trip down to Mexico for the weekend while I grudgingly accepted a getaway with “guys and guns” in the desert somewhere near the Nevada border. I did my time in the service, so I can say this with the credentialed backing and conscious of having committed myself to my country by stating I really hate guns. I fully whole-heartedly hate them. Include the psychological penis-sizing which guns seem to arouse in men with a loaded cooler of alcohol thrown into the mix, and you’ve got a tree-loving Jesus freak standing on the tracks between two colliding trains, or something to that effect—perhaps I’m being overly dramatic. Anyhow, that was our bizarre weekend wedged between the conceptions of both sons. My wife expanded God’s kingdom upon the Earth. And I paid a visit to Hell.

Did I mention that church leaders were present—almost all of them. It was a small band of brothers. Little did I know, when grudgingly accepting the invitation, that the “guy getaway” was pre-conceived as an intervention—for yours truly. Apparently, and I’m only now as I write these words beginning to understand this, I was “too loose in my thinking,” specifically where writing is concerned. I was an embarrassment to their congregation. This, coming from California, a media beacon of morality for the world. Also included in their talk was the fact that I’d never actually finished college—I’m not making this up—which they apparently had, also reason for me not to depart from their wisdom. No doubt my detractors will immediately scoff to learn this fact, how I simply walked away from a degree after finishing a good many classes. But I’ll get to that in a moment.

So they had the talk—it lasted well into the night—while they guzzled down beer and loaded their guns, finally slurring as they attempted pronunciation for what remained of the talk, then fumbled around shooting wildly into starry Creation, and being of depraved minds, killing whatever they saw.

The best I could do, having no keys to a getaway car, was to avoid the ever-shifting downward stare of their guns until they drank themselves to sleep. At first light, having no insight that I was soon to be a father, nor divulging my plans to anyone, I made a break for it. What plans, you say? I hadn’t any. None except to flee into the desert without food or water, choosing even death if it came down to it. And I walked, as many as ten miles, listening to the growing procession of their guns until they faded from ear-shot. I walked like that into the desert of my own mind until I stumbled upon a ghost town. Mm-hmm, the places of legend do exist.

As I explored what remained of a once-thriving western outpost, I could only imagine that the wind which whistled through the crumbling carcasses of nails, shards of broken glass, and wood, once held superior minds.

Education, I thought, is overrated.

To say I was in desperate need of new friends or no friends at all is an understatement. It should come as no surprise then, upon finally coming out as one who adheres to the full unbroken Testimony of the Lord concerning His creation—or the doctrine of Flat Earth—that my same circle of church friends, at least some of them, thought it their civic duty unto the Lord to save me from my superstitious foolishness. Of course, upon learning that I could not be rerouted in my plight from their delusional thinking—the City of Destruction, I call it—much as that day in the desert, they resorted to their next strategic task—mockery.

I was just recently speaking with another prominent proponent to the Doctrine of Flat Earth. He runs a heavily trafficked channel on YouTube and will remain anonymous. We were discussing our many similarities, which include service to our country, marrying the love of our life, children, and attending college only to toss our degrees into the wastebasket with the carefree action of a liberated thinker, when we seemingly had the same thought at the exact moment.

He and I were finally glad—we both spoke this truth in the cross-hairs of our words—that we had thought to dismiss our education, if it meant our indoctrination into this system was similarly stunted of its growth. It was not until only recently that both of us, and as many others as God has similarly chosen to wake, unexpectedly opened our eyes to what the Apostles Paul and Peter for two-millennia desperately warned the church about.

Nobody saw this coming.

We were fleeing into the desert to escape the Great Delusion of man.

2023 Conference Announcement

IT’S happening. Zen Garcia was kind enough to ask me to speak at the upcoming 2023 Sacred Word Revealed conference in Atlanta, Georgia. May 26-28. And I’m going. Somewhere on that wall of fine presenters is my mug, but I’m not telling you which one. I like to play hard to get, and so, you will have to try your best and find me. My arrival is predicated upon me speaking exclusively on the Millennial Kingdom + Mud Flood subject, which has been plastered all over TUC over the last few years. I hope to see my readers there! Once Zen and company release the official schedule I plan on scheduling a TUC meetup. So stay tuned.

Miss Rivqah is born!

AND no, she wasn’t born standing up. That would be totally amazing if true. Rivqah is nearly 4 months old now, her birthdate being on July 7, and as you can see, she loves standing with assistance. Sarah and I are in our 40’s, have been married for over 20 years, and never thought we could have any more children. Rivqah decided to surprise us when we least expected it, and here she is, tada! all smiles. Yahuah is truly amazing. Expect plenty more of her in upcoming announcements. I may throw her in when you least suspect it. You can read her birth story here.

Miss Rivqah.

Rebecca L. Gould: A growing family at TUC!

IN my last newsletter I made mention of Rebecca L. Gould without ever giving a photo reveal. Well, here she is. The lovely Rebecca. Rebecca came to TUC during the summer of 2021 after following the breadcrumb trail from Rob Skiba and Nephelim research and soon thereafter began following the Torah. She has been an enormous help to the TUC ministry ever since that time, editing books for publication as well as running the podcast and administrating the TUC community, among other  tasks. ‘The Earth Not a Globe Review: Volume I’ and ‘The Legends of the Jews: Volumes I-IV’ would not have happened without her. 

New Article Archives

A GREAT deal many of my readers have been asking for a single page where my articles can be accessed and I don’t blame them. The sheer volume has become dizzying. Just know that the list provided here is far from complete, though I do say it’s a good start. It’s not that I’m holding anything back. I have been attempting to convert my catalogue of work into pdf files over the last so many months and that is no small easy task. The greater bulk is published all throughout my website. You’ll have to fish for them until I get around to it.

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