Copper Chronicles

Hotel Heaven

May 29th, 2025

Growing up in Marshfield, Massachusetts, my friends and I listened quite regularly to a popular song called, “Hotel California” by the Eagles. It’s a song about people tragically locked in an empty existence of pleasure, vice, and self-delusion in which the Eagles muse mockingly: “You can check out, but you can never leave.“

Not a very nice thing to sing to people, actually. But, this hotel is the opposite. It’s first of all affordable. I am not going to risk having a nervous breakdown trying to pay for it.

There’s artwork of all my favorite things: Oil paintings of marshes (like Marshfield where I grew up); the Natural Bridge, and, a pastoral scene of sheep which reminds me of home in Northfield.

There’s one of shiny apple’s like in my dining room at Mulberry Farm. Also, there’s a painting of ships by the sea; garden arches full of roses, and wrens which used to sing outside my door there.

If I tried to imagine a more beautiful home for myself, it would be tragic by comparison. The treasures I clung to of my past life look like crumbs leftover from some dull existence (not worth saving) in the face of this glorious feast!

It’s an historic building made of wood and stones, with ornate molding and high ceilings. (Unlike modern buildings with vinyl, plastic, and other cheap materials oozing toxins.)There’s enormous windows in every room; and, it’s on the north side of the building. In Virginia that means it stays cooler.

It’s built like a fortress. In a SHTF scenario which has been kind of haunting me, and am like a princess in a castle. The front door of my lovely fortress is on street level; so, no walking up and down stairs for me. But, because the building is built on a hill, my apartment is on the third story of the back side of the building . No peeping toms, or risk of intruders here!

There’s soft, comfy couches for Lyle and I to loller on. I have rarely had time for such a thing. Relaxing was not a thing at our house unless it was after working all day; then, you relaxed because you didn’t have energy to move. That is not exactly relaxing – it’s just not moving.

The interior of my apartment is professionally decorated with moss green, and mint colored walls. White molding and wainscotting; also, white rugs on beautiful wood floors. Luxurious towels, linens and venetian blinds (also made of real wood).

Drapes have ornate and colorful botanicals embroidery and the material shimmers like flower petals. There’s all kind of unusual shaped lighting fixtures with gold, ornate and cut glass, that create an array of interesting lighting effects.

There’s two queen beds. Lyle and I have plenty of room for sleeping!

I am exhausted just trying to list how well-planned and beautifully arrayed this place is. It’s plenty big. But, I won’t get tired taking care of it. And, I won’t be living in my car, like many tragic people who can’t afford housing.

I am possibly the most fortunate person in the world. And, unlike the Hotel California, I can come and go freely. I am no prisoner here!
Lyle About Town

May 28th, 2025

Lyle and I are happy in our new hotel-like lifestyle. There’s no concierges or butlers. But, eager to begin his new life, my little lion woke me up early- as soon as the sun was up. The sun is up and so am I!

Outside my formidable, fortress-like building, the world looks like a PBS show. Cars, trucks, and buses filing past. Neighbors of all colors rambling about.

Lyle, who’s like a child on his first day of school, gets a sweet send off: Words of affection and final instructions. Remember where you live! Don’t go in the road! I love you!

I was not a PBS child. There’s something ‘alien’ about a machine in my living room teaching me about life, my very small mind observed.

Boxes don’t make very good parents, no matter what kind of creatures you populate them with. White, black, green, blue, human or not quite. And overtly non-human entities. I did not like those.

Who are all these strangers? I wondered nervously. And why do they have 24/7 access to my house? Thus, the artificial reality of my young life began.

My mother worked. The television was like a portal to somewhere else besides being alone. Happy Days was better than the non-existent happiness at my house. But, a box can’t hug you, and tell you that your life matters. Or dry your tears. Or answer questions. I guess I disliked the TV for the same reason I disliked the priest. Both deprived me of agency.

TV/media phenomenon is like an alien predator took away mothers and inserted machines in their place. It’s an indoctrinating, literally, “alienating” surrogate creature to a human mother. Why bothering socializing when you can pretend ‘you are part’ on television?

Lyle will be OK out there, I console myself. He knows I love him; he’s clever to return when he gets hungry. This neighborhood is generally friendly and relaxed.

Plus, Lyle never watched TV. No brain scrambling messages, no blurry boundaries between what is real and what is fake. His young lion self is fully intact. Rooaaarrr!
Weight of the World

May 25th, 2025

Or, is it “Wait” of the World? The Bible says all creation is waiting for the manifestations of the Sons of God, or Children of God- those who are aligned with the purposes of the Incarnate King. That means a time is coming when those people will do the works that Jesus did!

That is what Jesus says, anyway. Religious people make serving God seem like one long punishment. That we are never under any circumstances ever to believe we are acceptable to God- because we are not.

Then as one priest suggests: only under the lifelong tutelage of ‘their expertise’, then and only then, may you have hope to be accepted. It’s possible. However, in your humanness, you may still fail. That is why you must suffer punishment.

The grinding of men’s souls into powder I don’t believe is the job of the priest. Doesn’t life itself (in all its uncertainty, trials,) and, the enemy of our souls discussed in my post about Job, do that as the normal course of events? Narcissists and psychopaths use similar intermittent reinforcement to confuse and paralyzed their prey. Your loved! You’re not! You are accepted! You are not!

I know a little bit about that. Anyway, the point of Jesus coming is not to punish us; but, to free us from the torments of separation from Him and the corruption of sin in this world. And, to give us power over evil, the enslaving systems, and chains (addictions, illusions, and lies) that keep us captive. We can be free because He forgives us!

I feel like I have carried the weight of the world for a long, long time. I’ve been living in condemnation, accusations and torment, hopelessness, and fear. And many years of despair. But, none of that matters in light of the plan of the Incarnate King.

I found my purpose! I found my happiness!
Incarnate King

May 24th, 2025

It makes sense you don’t have to go to university to know God. That is the only reasonable explanation for the local priest’s very high opinion of himself.

Perhaps, I weighed, by virtue of his education he considered himself my ‘superior’ in all matters of truth. ‘Still no excuse for loudly remarking in an assertive and angry tone (laying down the law for all future inquirers) that his authority is not to be questioned. He is an authority because he says so.

Like I said in Village People, you can dress up like an Indian. But, it doesn’t make it so.

If God required everyone to go to university, why didn’t he cover the globe with them? He can afford it, I mean if he is King of the Universe. Maybe He finds inherent flaws in the current model of education? It is rather outdated and brutal, in my opinion.

I believe my view on the subject of Jesus’s plan for our education is better. First, it is FREE. Anyone can afford it. Students get full-time access to their Instructor. Our Instructor is the Spirit of Life Itself, (The Holy Spirit, Jesus says, if you missed yesterday’s post).

Holy Spirit teaches you how to live in Him- while you’re living life. That is very exciting! A companion and Guide!

One must cooperate, of course, with the Guide. Plus, learn what Jesus says in His Word (as they are related). But, He is a patient Spirit. He is the manifestation of Love itself – given to us by God for our security and well-being.

It’s like living in that State of Love (no, not Virginia) because God is love, the Bible says. So, when we yield to Him we are yielding to Love.

That is what Jesus says the plan is. He comes to dwell with us. By His Spirit. The Incarnate King. It’s true what I said earlier: He does very much love us and desire to be united with us!
Usurpers Like Me

May 23rd, 2025

The religious professional at the local parish did not like being questioned. Unfortunately, claiming to be a religious authority invites questions. Discouraging them creates an environment where no one may know anything or say anything without his approval. The environment was controlling.

If a priest has the final say on truth, why bother asking any more questions? Does he know all the truth there is to know? Jesus’ words were not a primary, authoritative source in his mind. He was. So, a little cultish I am sad to say.

Jesus says, “I am the way, the Truth, and the Life.” Not priests.

A good way to remedy my disappointment is by thinking what I am grateful for. My reward will be learning to live within the confines of my inner guide, my conscience; also, my sensory perception. Plus, I have the cumulated experiential knowledge from my Copper Chronicles education.

The Law of Love, Love God, love your neighbor as you love yourself, essentially, creates a kind of three-fold accountability system. Respect for self, others, and God (as the source of Truth) makes sense. The object then, is to continue seeking the Great Source of All happiness as I learn to fly.

I remember one story Jesus said: “There is coming a day when people will worship Me in Spirit and in Truth.” So, not confining us to a geographic location, or building, or denomination necessarily was my understanding. He sends us the Holy Spirit as Our Guide, Comforter, and Teacher to help us.

Rick Renner is a Greek scholar. He says the Greek word “help” means something closer to: everything we need- strength, guidance, comfort, wisdom, protection; including joy and peace in adversity. The Holy Spirit bears you up in uncertainty and weakness; never giving up on you and not letting you fail.

That makes sense Jesus would give us supernatural assistance! A priest doesn’t have the ability to be present everywhere I go. A man can’t be my Teacher, Guide, and Help for me all the time.

If I joined the local parish, the priest’s head might explode from my many questions. That would be unloving of me to subject him to that. I would not be able to ask questions. That would be unloving to me.

That’s two red flags in that situation. Time to go!
Kaleidoscope

May 22nd, 2025

After escaping my tightly controlled environment, my “conditioning” is wearing off. The kaleidoscope of my mind, being shattered, very colorful, and illuminated with all kinds of thoughts and ideas jumbled about, is the result of not being allowed to speak, think, or believe freely for nearly my whole life.

Social scientists try to ‘condition’ us how to think through education, media, and government. All our institutions have been populated by people who believe human beings need to be “controlled.” Not very nice people, actually. Very bad; very bad people.

We will tell you how to think and what to believe! You have no agency- no say in the matter, they vainly imagine.

A mechanism of social control I noticed is called “intermittent reinforcement”. If I obey my controller – I will be rewarded. If I disobey (or try to think and act independently) I will be punished. Alfred B. Skinner’s experiments of the twentieth century prove my claim. His work was integral to public education, I am told by reliable sources.

Control requires that my agency is denied: my will to act independently is bludgeoned, battered, abused over and over and over, until I surrender. Then, I am easy to control. It’s like that dream I had about priests, grinding proselytes into powder.

Twentieth century scientists are responsible for the pandemic of narcissism we are experiencing in this nation, I believe. Narcissistic abuse is like ‘social conditioning’ on steroids.

The good news is: when I experienced a worship ceremony at the local parish I wrote about a couple days ago, the frequency of the sounds and music was very harmonious and beautiful. ‘As if the music had color and light and soared around in a dance above me.

I describe social engineering as scrambling my brains with a blender and making me inoperable- making me a mindless automation. On the contrary, the frequency of heaven I experienced during an Orthodox worship service had the opposite effect. It seemed like all the pieces of my fragmented mind fell into place.

I am myself for the first time- free of fear and confusion. Whole.

The healing effect of harmonious sounds seems very real. Although, I have experienced a warning in my being before, that even experiences may not be what they appear- like priests and like reality itself.
The Crush

May 21st, 2025

I don’t know whether people use the word “crush” anymore for when you see someone handsome and your heart lights up like a Christmas Tree. Then, you spend hours and days trying pretend you’re fine. Even when your heart is racing and it’s difficult to concentrate or to think of anything else.

But, that’s happening. Again. I am getting good at managing it. It may have something to do with the God particle in the news.

Science I believe, now remarks on a phenomenon when a “particle” is split from the rest of its being, it can be separated by a whole universe. But, the particle finds itself. That is, the part that was missing.

So, when I said the universe may have been looking for as well while I was trying to find myself in it (a couple posts back), it may be true. I am part of the universe. Perhaps, I possess a God particle. And, God was seeking me- eager to find me- to be united because He loved me and couldn’t live without me anymore.

That’s a beautiful story. The religious experts may not want to hear my story- or believe me because well, what do I know? I like my story, I believe it’s true, too.

Its seems appropriate that Love manifest in its full form, should be so eager for us and our well-being that we may be swallowed up in it. In a state of Love, perhaps. Sort of like Virginia, only bigger.

That makes the priest’s offer very stingy by comparison. Any how, its possible I have a God particle and the handsome man I met at the gym has a God particle which is why I am experiencing heightened energy levels.

Now being a part-icle in a universe with many other particles requires that I stay in the orbit of everything I’ve learned so far: Being in a hot tub with a glass of bourbon is fun. Any more than that, I may swoon and set back the women’s equality movement a century.
Village People

May 21st, 2025

For a large part of my existence, I was unable to detect a person from a pretender. A steady diet of TV watching as a young person without parental guidance kind of blurred the boundaries between fantasy of Hollywood and reality.

For example, I went to visit a local parish to see whether what I discovered to be true was related to the broader world of religious belief. Let’s just say I was consulting the religious professionals.

I know now, after much rigorous examination of reality, that every person dressed as a priest isn’t necessarily a priest. A fireman may be other things besides a fireman. You can pretend your an Indian, but that is not necessarily so.

After experiencing a grand ceremony worthy of a Being I consulted in my Chronicles, the priest invited everyone for meal and discussion afterwards. I asked him what made his denomination different than Protestantism, which is rooted deeply in American culture.

He said: His denomination has “the correct” interpretation of Jesus’ words. “Jesus needs an interpreter?”

The Being I’ve been talking to seems to not require interpretation. He’s pretty reasonable and clear. What kind of God can’t speak to people in their own language? Is this guy’s god Greek?

He roared at me that I may not interpret scripture (the words of Jesus) myself. I needed help!

That I needed help was not in dispute. That’s why I was asking him a question. Why his denomination (according to him) superior to all others? How does he know his is “Correct?” He said, “Trust me.”

Then he laid out the prerequisites for my soul being saved: A lifelong commitment to his denomination, to obey (him -as God representative on earth), and to do it with joy. To spend my entire life immersed in religious exercises – awash in his denomination’s interpretation (which may or may not be correct) and I will never know because I cannot know God for myself.

Then, I realized I could listen to this guy the rest of my life and still not know what he’s talking about. At the end of which, it’s not clear whether I may then ‘know’ God for myself or not. Neither have I any way of measuring what he is saying is actually true or not because (according to him) that is a special gift only he possesses.

My bullsh**-o- meter is throbbing right now. He lost me at: “Jesus needs an interpreter.
One Journey Ends

May 20th, 2025

And another one begins. This time with less baggage. Less anxiety. And, less concern for my safety. My existence makes sense. I am uniquely made individual that is highly valued by the universe. I am part. ‘Just a bit of light perhaps among many. But, I am part none the less.

I always wanted to be a part of something. Maybe in fact, the universe requires my participation in order for ‘it’ to be complete. So, I was looking for my place to be complete, my place was looking for me, too. It’s like finishing a multifaceted puzzle, and I was the last piece in it.

The experience is like conversing with the southern gentleman in a hot tub. But, about ten thousand times more satisfying and elating.

The universe is pleased with my arrival, I believe, because a kind lady offered me a 7 room furnished condo in the nicest neighborhood in town. Lyle can come, too!

The lady is a professional decorator with lovely taste! It has a dining room, a living room, a sun room. Two bedrooms, a great wardrobe. Storage. It’s in a beautiful antique building that is well preserved.

There’s a university, an art museum, a park, walking trails and a nice restaurant all nearby. She offered it to me for what I was able to pay: $700/month including utilities.

I am bursting with excitement and very relaxed, too. Like, this is all part of some great plan. Happy!
I, Automaton

May 19th, 2025

There’s a curious phenomenon afoot called “I.” In writing, we are told to avoid sounding egocentric. Me, me, me makes for boring conversation and writing. My favorite subject is myself!

But, myself is in need of finding a purpose, one worth living for. It’s an idea that is innate, it must be built inside me, like my hens had a built-in ‘code’ of what to do.

According to all previous posts observing nature, there must be laws that govern my inner being- just like laws keep stars in orbit, and make flowers sprout forth in spring.

It’s a “me”-vision or ideal version of me and what my life could be like (unlike a you vision that is unique to you and coded into your being). There will be no room for distractions that drain my life like energy vampires in my new life.

The whole concept of purpose being coded into our being speaks to how valuable we are. I am not saying I am more valuable than anybody else. That would be egotistical and ugly. But, the evidence of our natural world suggests human beings are extremely valuable.

So, how do we appreciate our innate value and be good stewards of our potential? How do we discover what is coded into our being? It has something to do with what makes our heart beat, like when Automaton saw the orchids in the market window yesterday.

Also, how do we avoid being egomaniacs and tyrants? An ugly thing in nature are those who have nothing but their own high opinion of themselves to justify their actions.

But, understanding we are uniquely made inheritors of the earth, (with no agency outside of that reality to justify our actions) we should be humble. This gift of life is not of ourselves. We can just say “yes” to the Giver and begin our journey to our ideal selves.

And, a valuable lesson yesterday with Automaton is: we need to learn to love ourselves. The Commandment is to love God, love others as we love ourselves.

Weirdly, religion and communists both seem to negate the idea of self, or the individual. Priests say: “Love God, love others…” which is a quasi version of what Jesus actually says. As if to say: You don’t matter!

Love God, love others as we love ourselves (the real version of what Jesus says) helps us understand our place in the universe. It is a humble existence in a beautiful place. That’s as close to finding happiness as I can get for today. It’s second coffee time!