The shoes didn't fit. It was an omen.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Conspiracy Theories: What It'll Take To Keep Your Head

Everyday we get closer and closer to being tagged like an animal. It's all about controlling us and our money. They'll deliver the RFID to us on a platter.

"It'll make your lives easier," they'll say.

"It's for your protection."

"It might save your life."

Yes. The Mark of the Beast will keep your head while here on earth. But what about afterwards?

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. Will be back Wednesday for the Insecure Writer's Group.

Hugs and chocolate!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving

Hope everyone has a lovely and blessed holiday. And a safe one, too.

I'll be taking this week off. See you all next Sunday.

Hugs and chocolate,

Thursday, November 19, 2015

An On-line Novel: Punishment

It's time for another excerpt. My, the time flies.

Cassandra swallowed back something pasty. The home room teacher left her mouth dry. She didn't know what to make of him. Friend or fiend. His beedy brown eyes had a wild look in them. And she couldn't tell if his crooked smile was just that or a permanent scowl.

"Well, Miss Berg?" Mr. Haggerman reached for the yellow pad laying on her desk top, and picked it up.

He brought it close to his face and a cocked a silvery brow.

She silently drummed her fingers against her desk. Hope he doewassn't get upset with my doodles. It's something she did when nervous or was under pressure. Making her, the newbie in the class, the monitor on the first day was beyond fair. It didn't help that her new classmates were demons from hell. Their actions were far from Christian. She lifted her chin and glanced at the kids to her right beyond Mr. Haggerman. They most definitely deserved whatever the Hangman was going to dish out.

"Well done, Miss Berg." The teacher made an about face with his pad and headed toward his podium. "Looks like everyone minus Miss Berg and Mr. Fisher, will have to write out Proverbs four, three times before they leave my class today. At the end of the week, you will be have to write the whole thing from memory."

Cassandra let out a silent sigh and flashed a look at Ronald.

He pressed his lips together.

"You two will pay later," Gruber whispered from behind her.

One of the girls sitting way in the back let out a snort. Gruber responded with a frog croak.

"Looks like we'll add half of Proverbs five to the two of you." He peered over his black-rimmed glasses at the boy behind her and then at the girl.

Cassandra knew these kids weren't opt to walking in compassion and forgiveness. It so sucks to be me and Ronnie. But her friend did have a battle plan. This day wasn't going to end well. That was for sure.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Conspiracy Theories: The Official Illuminati Website

When my daughter, No-No was here from Israel we had many conversations. One included the Illuminati.

She believes they no longer exist. I, on the other hand believe differently. They have many groups under other names. Skull and Bones. Bohemian Grove. The Bilderberg Group.

I mean they have their own website.

It's creepy and their members are anonymous. They feel the need to protect them. Also, they have a page explaining what they believe about God and Satan. Please check this out for yourselves:

I've also been reading The Babylon Code, by Paul McGuire and Troy Anderson. They quoted from Anthony C. Sutton ' s book, America's Secret Establishment where he referred to this secret society as the 'Establishment' which had connections with the above mentioned groups along with the Bavarian Illuminati, the Group, and the Round Table. Also, he found links to the CFR, the Trilateral Commission, and the Bilderberg Group.

Also quoted by Sutton was : 'Finally in conclusion, we can trace the foundation of three secret societies, in fact the most influential three secret societies that we know about, to universities. The Illuminati was founded at University of Ingolstadt. The Group was founded at All Souls College, Oxford University in England, and The Order  (of Skull and Bones) was founded at Yale University in the United States. The paradox is that institutions supposedly devoted to search for truth and freedom had given birth to institutions devoted to world enslavement.'

The more I research this topic, the more I can see its existence and it's grand scheme for all humanity...which by the way isn't good.

What about any of you? Do you know who the secret kabal is?

Have a great week! Will be back on Thursday.

Hugs and chocolate!

Thursday, November 12, 2015

An On-line Novel: The Immoral: Good Character

Mr. Haggerman stuck his face into Grueber's. The kid had a lot of nerve. He was unruly for a missionary kid. What was the world coming to? Maybe the end of the world as the Bible had predicted. But he was far from rapture ready. The retired Army-man had a lot of anger to iron out. Maybe after retirement.

The kid staring him straight in the eyes glumped something down twice. He noted persperation dotting across his pimpled forehead.

If he could, he'd head butt him like he used to do to some of his undisciplined privates. But this was a high school. And according to the rules, it was only the principal who could dish out physical punishment. Child abuse laws were making things harder. It was just another sign of the times and another reason why his blood boiled. How was he not supposed to let the sun go down on his anger? He deserved respect.

But he restrained himself, squinted his eyes at the walking-grease-pit, and shouted, "Get into your seat!"

Grueber responded by spinning around and skittered  toward his desk.

The classroom fell silent. Faces went sullen and everyone scurried to their seats.

Mr. Haggerman stood in the doorway, right hand in pocket, jingling change. He gazed around the classroom and then at Cassandra. "Do we have names, Miss Berg?" He strutted toward her. "I hope I pegged you correctly."

Shelly Arkon 2015

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Insecure Writer's Group #2

Today is Alex J. Cavanaugh ' s group to either share our insecurities or share some encouragement.

If I'm insecure, it's because I haven't written a word on my MS since 2 Saturdays ago.

But sometimes a writer needs to take time off and smell the roses. Or hang out with family.

My daughter and son-in-law flew in from Israel. We've been busy having fun.