Happy Easter God, THOR Lightning Storm

‪#‎THOR‬ ‪#‎Amen‬ The movie in the Background is "Jesus of Nazareth" the scene at the end when 'Jesus' Dies. That THAT! IS WHAT YOU ARE WATCHING! The Eye of Thor Springfield/Eugene ‪#‎TheEyeofTHOR‬ ‪#‎Easter2015‬ ‪#‎Eugene‬ ‪#‎Springfield‬ ‪#‎Easter‬ ‪#‎Thunder‬ #Thor ‪#‎Miracles‬ ‪#‎Lightning‬ Amen... All You Jesus, for God is lord. THOR .
Cool huh John Imagine, Me and Jesus, not all freaky just a real man, humbley doing the best he can to do good.

Amen

THOR

Willamette Valley Ghost Stories

     The ability to see, and understand, the reality of horror, and the other side and when it is close, the very air is palatable with madness chaos, tormenting, suffering, evil, and love torn this is where there break across. These places are far from what we who live above ground never see, a vision in a lifestyle we can't imagine we can just hear and get peaks. I find it ironic, but a point of understanding; for most people who have a encounter will completely forget it until a trigger is pulled in the mind, a place where the impossible becomes possible.

  It was called the 'Crack Shack" it is way out on a Prairie road. I would come there when I couldn't find a place. This place was a hole of a rundown house with huge blue tarps for covering large parts. It had a main room with a big wood stove set in the center. This stove would be burning hot at night stoked hard by  the house mom, a "Witch' as the word is used, and her touch in the dark was real. I lay in the most bizarre environment that not seen by the normal public. A house with no food, the want is drugs, meth cooked there, this place was old and the history of madness of bad reactions and unreal, murders, bodies in shallow graves, people in a torn reality killed, died, ended their existence at the end of a needle or a violent action, the twists of the human mind is beyond violent in a place stuck in raw ethereal prescribed psychosis. I lay on the floor the heat level was intense above 4 feet over 120 degrees the stove so full of fuel the room smoke, people laying everywhere coming some coming down, most already out. The rotting wood floor dank was cold in retrospect to a few feet above and the sleeping bag was a needed item.  It was during this time I first began to see the unusual and here the mad. I listened as to loves twisted and turned making bizarre sound in the dark. Tweak houses in the dark, dark places of drugs and death lurk, real criminals, murders who kill for a bag of Meth. Tried to get me with a hammer once until I show no fear, and told him to drop it before I dropped him; for this was no idle threat this was the jungle, dark jungle kill or be killed. I could hear them twisting and turning before sunrise and a voice saying raw words you may see on a sex chat cam, drifting whispers until the sun came up and cast gray shadow into the house with no power. I looked and only a few people were there not up yet, all the ones I had seen. That time in the morning when light is still straining. I walked to the corner and stood wondering looking down where the voices had come from  there was nothing there but a piece of the rotting floor in the corner next to a dirty window so bad the earth could be seen and the water that dripped through the tarps had picked this spot to bring in large amounts of water it was everywhere the drips in the night. I went to turn away again as if saying we see you the lovers let one gasp of pleasure mixed with horror, and the voice hissing.  The was no one there. I would return one night with a sister who was hard core. We pulled up on the bike. "Thor what is this place?" she said right off. I never knew her to be a afraid of anything, she was my partner, but the look in her eyes as we approached the house was one of worry. I walked right in and sat down. Natasha sat on the arm rest. The guy across from was coming off a hard tweak with some twisted meth the way his body fought sleep and then as I watched the spirit would wake him by pinching his or poking his face. Natasha looked on not understanding, but her alarms were going off big time. "Thor!" "What is that?"

I turned to her and said you can't see it? It is a poltergeist and it is messing with him this place is full of ghosts.
"Get me out of here now!" "Jesus Christ Thor, the places you take me!" I shrugged things that go bump don't bother me except one time.

I was the only one to show. at my fiends house after the Police had left. I got the call that Harp died and made my way to the house. I found them sitting in the room terrified. I walked in and hugged my brother.

"It stopped she said." A native elder looked at me. "As soon as he walked in the house it stopped. "

I looked at them both. "The door handles" Rob said his voice trailing.

"The door handles kept turning, and there was knocking on the window and doors as if someone was locked out." She filled in the blank. "It all stopped as soon as THOR got here."

I would return to this house and it was falling, danger, the game and something more was there. Harp was still there. I couldn't understand why they didn't see the chimes move with no wind or doors closing on their own, an presence was around them and the house.

I stayed with them for a few, but the evil that had attached its self to Harp did not like that. I have gifts and dark things stay away. I am THOR. It was the middle of the night and I had been there a week or so, things were getting very twisted and the game was everywhere, the lies, and I was still there. The entire shelf was ripped out of the wall at 2:31 and came crashing to the floor. I screamed for the house was dead still and quiet and I was woken from a dead sleep. My legs went stiff, and I shot out of bed, while several voices in the house called out  "Thor you Okay?"

"Yeah" I replied. Man I thought that is the first time ghost has scared me like that. "Harp Knock it off!" I said.

The next morning Rob who would not enter the room said I had to help his lady put the shelf back up. He blocked out the reality. I looked at the mess, all the very old native dolls some 13 or more lay on the floor, passed from the elder, from her Mom, down to the little girl and not a single one had a chip even though it was a 8 foot fall and they were all old clay. I looked at the shelf, and all four of the mounting screws in strong wall and mounted to stay had been ripped forcibly down. it would take a full grown man to do that and required a huge heave. We replace the shelve and put the dolls up one by one as we looked on in reverence and quiet.  We both knew who did it and why.

 

Both these stories are real the places real.

One is on Prairie Road but maybe torn down just near 99. I wonder when they will find the bodies.

The other place is in the center of Springfield on I street. I can't say more. I do know the whole name of the ghost who lives there now, so does a family so I don't give the name. I do not speak his name here for he, "As a person I spoke to on the East Coast a researcher of Ghost and Occult said. "He had "Never" heard of a Ghost having that much power to reach into this plane."

 His job, he get paid for dealing with supernatural events and such. That is why I won't tell you the Ghosts name. He is dangerous.

THOR

 

Thunder Cafe, Chef John

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"Food is a simple design."
I AM NOT AN OFFICAL SPOKES PERSON FOR LANE COMMUNITY  COLLEGE OR ANY CLUB.
"I have a Dream"
Chef John Ernst aka THOR

Chef John aka THOR TITAN POWERED!!

 

Chef John "The Ghetto Gourmet" also aka The Eye of Thor, !! TITAN POWERED! The very first Motorcycle I had was a powder blue 1973 Suzuki Titan 500 cc of Raw two stroke power, 2 Pistons banging up and down. You see a regular four stoke engine has to make four revolutions one to spark explode exhaust and then refill and then compress to get the next explosion. A 2 stroke engine has oil mixed with the gas and the piston every time it goes up, as the other goes down, it Explodes. "Twice as fast.Twice as powerful", that's in my thoughts as I read the powder blue line over the first hill by the Willamette river, it seems to follow me up the hill in arrows. I often thought of a dream house up there, I always crest the hill often I see the prairie falcon or osprey on occasion they have a fresh catch. I have seen the deer as they sneak in the early morning summer mists in and out of the short trees, and slow jogged belong a group of peacocks, one shinning blue iridescent. Now on the very bottom where I turn it says 1 Mile. (In powder blue Chalk) . I have the run,, the fight, the Solider as he needs to spend his last mighty effort to be Chef John aka THOR. in all to spread as much powerful ideas, thoughts, inspirations, in "Hope's Starting a Fire of Action' plain and simple I believe in me. I believe in you. Titan's

THOR

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17 Mass Casuatlies, Shooting, Benton Community College, Oregon

17 humans were attacked killed by the man in Oregon.  It wasn't in the news. Dawn, aka New York wasn't in the news either, but it was her he attacked last and she fought back, after being stabbed 21 times with a screw driver she survived. She was a survivor until that took her with the force of all the worlds evil at her door until she went later. The man was put on death row. It never made the news, street girls is who he was killing, but we knew. I was Uncle Thor to the kids, and the street Mama's and Papa's were watching the kids. I made a rule no kid camped alone, either they stayed at my island or the butte. I would later point to a name, Dwwn while standing with the Mayor of Eugene and a few dedicated friends and a reporter  and tell a story a very simple and real one of a woman who I helped spend one Summer with her Daughter by getting her a car she could drive to New York and get the little lady or a summer, the last summer 2006.

"I took the gun from Kip Kinkle", (Thurston Oregon Shooting 5/21 98') "because I was scared" A friend said to me. "I figured if I had the gun he couldn't shoot me."  He wasn't in the news, the wrestler was.

Now for the 4th time in 20 years in Oregon a "Mass Causality Shooting".

I can't say more how the lives of hundreds of not thousands are effected directly by such actions of terror it is by far the most extreme example of a "Social Sickness" that has arisen in the last 30 years even more horrific than imaginable, tailor made in our psyche to run fear and loss and empathy, anger and the horror.

I as a writer have seen so much. I can't imagine this hit if such a tragedy  hit my Alumni Campus Lane Community College.

We can say Assault rifles, Semi Auto, not near what the Police have or homeland security.

Someone will dig up facts about the man, some will say look the least amount of Churches in U.S.A. lay in this area, others will blame the social system in place.

I think a line that a professor said to me as we indulged the corrupt or just plain needless, senseless suffering and deaths on so many levels.  

"Acceptable losses," and this was in reference the whole social breakdown that transforms its self into a monster before it is stopped.    

That made me really think.

What is acceptable losses and in what of the many forms I have seen could they come in?

I don't see humans as "Acceptable Losses"; furthermore, I feel we sit at  gate of social response.

That sheriff said I will not utter his name, "Respect."

I will not give an animal mad man attention, of course the media had just thrown it in our face, then they repeated his voice his words, then gave the name again.

"Acceptable for Ratings" ?

Unacceptable.

I pray for those in the many years to come to find peace.

Amen

THOR

 

Yeah Springfield Oregon We Rocked!

Darcy,
 I stopped to say Thank you for a wonderful article which I just found, quit tardy. Valentines Day 2012. Well in truth; I looked at this old pic for a while and thought. I was just telling someone a young fellow what the old night life was like when I got here in 96': for I doubled as a bouncer in a Rock & Roll Club. "There used to be people out all night down town, music was rolling in almost every bar but 1 strip Club, the bikers were always mixed in and the crowd for a East Coast City boy on a motorcycle I felt I mixed right in. Things were cool I said. I mean and I started naming names Rumors, 535(Dutch Man) Club, Springers, the Woodsman, Mill Camp greatest of them all bringing in big names like KISS and all the college kids, and locals shook the town with dance and music. You could walk right down the street at 1 Am and people would be walking back and forth, the night alive, and always to finish a good night was Larry & Cathy's. le out all night down town,  The poor young fellow could not believe it at the age of 20 that this town used to really Rock, I began naming Bands, Pelt turned Ozone baby, the old AKA with Tim Danahue from Cherry Popin Daddies, Mr. Wizard, Phamouse Faces, RMS Mc Connel, and all the Country talent. I said yeah Springfield,
 "We Rocked!"   
THOR

The Rock

                                              

' For Rocky, a Champion is alive in all of us.'

We headed north on I270 and I watched the houses disappear and then our exit Darnstown Road. The Red Mercedes pulled onto a side road and then there was our destination. It was not like Mark Twain at all, no activity in the Parking lot like a normal school. The parking lot in fact was very small like a business not a large institution. I could see the dark red brick buildings in the back, all around, a sort of field to the right as we pulled in and the flat brick structure in front of me. I looked in the rear view; my feelings were still at a major loss for I wanted to go back to normal school and even did everything right at Mark Twain getting my schooling done, back on track then Dad's bomb shell. The sun was coming and spring was lifting its voice in the cool morning air sun shining soon to be warm.

I looked in the side mirror, corn fields, is the thought that hit me, and where am I? I was still imploring, "Dad there nothing but corn fields"

"Yep, so you got nowhere to go." he said in way of making light of what was a very heavy decision in my life being put into an "institution" but this was just supposed to be a school to help me. I was dubious full on. The listing of what classes I was to take and my transition into a full time short bus student had been approved until a bed opened.   The red line subway had not made it to the end of the line yet we were off the grid as I felt.

We walked into the front door and Mr. Dinckleman an Afro-American man began the intake. I was in shock still the smell of the place was a cross between an empty middle school at night from the janitorial job I had and a Hospital. My courses were out lined at right off there was a problem. I went from honors classes, and A.P. Biology College courses to a school that did not go any further in math stopping at algebra, I was in Trig, far past that, sciences, no Chemistry, or anything above earth Science, a 9th grade class. I had 2/ 1/2 years of English classes my earlier decision to be a better student and hold back a year haunting me now in whispers, haunting, is a good way of explaining the essence of the 'Rock' to me over the years but now it was just another new school, but this time I was mad, determined again to show I could main stream in public school. My first day the bus showed ant it was short, I never thought, "I took the short bus to school." A year before I was at a top Catholic High school which translated to honors in public school and now..

The walls painted orange. brown gentle colors, the floor a green or blue,  carpet with a tan tile solid in the halls. I entered home room class and looked around still wearing Lords of London, or other fashion preppy clothing hiding the rebel at school for most part and there was my home room class. I looked for Mr. Carter from the show because here were the sweat hogs. I was thrown into to a world, of drama, a DIS form daily Interaction Sheet which became more important in the "Idea' of changing behavior then any focus on school. I was a bad student but this was ridicules level of mental inactivity, yet it had to learn something else real quick. I was dealing with a very unusual group of people. I was in a very foreign environment again and began life at the "Rock".

New friends came slow at first. I say John and a girl Suki a girl who just happened to sit in front of me.  It was a place with no real in crowd, or out crowd. Each person had their battle and their face, and the want, to find something missing from their lives many other non conformers, some just barely alive and others who wanted more than anything t go home, and often the case it was gone, 'The Home' living in a child's heart until they're  are truly ready for this world is they want to go home. Until then it was a new place and new faces and everything was controlled, documented, life became therapy constant, and adolescence is for exploring I felt not constriction and more control, and a world I had never truly seen dysfunction ever every kind like I am a therapist. I saw a bunch of real troubled kids and my empathy began becoming something else, I began being someone else, not the dreams of the letter from Princeton and Ivy league schools leading into G.W. law, no It took the biggest 180 degree turn it could. I was at the "Rock" and it was prison for me; my introduction into being in a world of confusion and uncertainty.  The only true refuge was in the friends we made and the experiences we began to have, beyond class, beyond learning, but real life slap your shit right in my face was the emotional roller coaster of existence for my introduction into the Rock. It happens once and you never forget it, when it first happens, and you are there close, in screaming distance a restraint. I just looked at the floor. I couldn't, I didn't want to, I don't think we ever got over that. Restraint my ass I feel, it was violence control to the maximum.  I stared at the floor and then watched around me, it was only a couple of day and class remarks on there goes, so and so as they tackled him in the hallway because he would not stop jumping and running in the halls, just jumping and running in the halls, what teens do, but when you are told to stop they mean it. They saw it as curb that rebellion change the person by confinement and control. Years later I look and say I can go downtown for that, but it was a time later I went to a place where the program worked, it did more than work it made men and women, but for now we were kids on a Rock somewhere outside the 'Wall'.   

THOR             

Waco Stand off w/ ATF & FBI, Murder of American Citizens, 911 Emergency

It was just after breakfast and the guys came in from working and said, "Look! You have got to watch the News." We grumbled but enough, "What is going on!"  to get 20 Inmates out of bed again just after breakfast in a medium custody dorm, not easy or ever wanted. The TV. turned on the announcers were in a frenzy, as we watched the first tower on fire smoke questions about what had happened then the other airplane  come in and hit we all gave a gasp, the room went silent, but my quiet pain and breathing and men cursing. My pain was, I heard 100 million voices, I felt 100 million people see horror at once, a terrible thing for a full 'empath' it was like my mind screamed in a hundreds a thousand uncountable voices in a room. I sat on my bunk, time was something, ticking away. The men grumbled, "We are going to War." The Sheriffs were walking around knowing, "We are going to War."

Where was I when the towers fell? I was on the top bunk in Lane County Jail. 2B

"Scary truth."

It was 1993 during the Branch Davidson at Wako Texas when the news was full of daily shots of the Wako Standoff. The "Christian based Cult" had armed themselves and had a standoff with the ATF and FBI on National news every day, then we heard a officer was shot during an attempted breach and another officer took a grenade then the worst thing possible, the leader was painted as a mad man like Jim Jones of Years ago who gave all his people and children cyanide Kool-Aid, so when the building caught flame we believed he had set his own people children on fire and they died in the fiery inferno of all the gas the leader has "Supposedly" as we were told spread around the building.

The internet was new, and a high level programmer was one of our group and would talk to me about new ideas on the internet, most people didn't understand real cutting edge stuff as we began the crawl away from books. He ran into the room one day to the VCR and said, "I got a bomb! You have to see this, I got the un-doctored raw footage of the 'Wako Standoff'." We watched as two officers climbing a ladder jump and one grabs his side arm and it discharges into his foot, the time of what the news showed and the truth we were seeing was exactly as it happened but twisted. Again during a breach attempt the officer threw the grenade into the window without looking as a another officer jumped into the other window.  2nd Cop hurt. Then the tank came we were shown trying to break into the building as it was on fire. Flames, the tank had a flame thrower on it, mounted on the right side where the original picture was fuzzy in the shot,  and all of us in a big circle looked in horror as our government burned its citizens alive.
 Amen, 
I love you America! 
THOR

Converstion, Evil, Terror, Chaos

You see the resemblance. Warrior Islamist State is released to Europe as poor refugee? Wpuszczanmy to Europe terrorists undercover immigrants. As I said in previous posts europe's horse trojanskiego. Soon we will cut heads off and kill our children. Media never shows. Keep on. Udostępniajcie!





The only way to deal with true Evil is Force. Peace-Up

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John Arthur Ernst thankfully thier is not much REAL evil, in the form of man.

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  John Arthur Ernst I think about how we as brothers, (I say that is honor for no Patch) called the top Outlaw Club, but I say I have seen real evil men, they often tried to kill me, animals, with hate and sensless murders born from hatred, Child Moslters, Rape, Sadist animals that I feel personally the Club in all forms carries a much higher set of codes and such men are delt with accordingly, in time. I know men who still have several hate murderers and black magic herion murderers and are still walking free. They should not. Time. THOR

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  John Arthur Ernst Prison Gangs most don't run code, no honor in destroying a community, cartels, anything born from hate will die from it, it's leaders banished. We had the leader of the Anarchist movent locked up with us acting real hard, (In dorms whatever, if you hard you go down in the singles cell hole for a few months. It really suck down there we call it hollywood squares cause when you walked in the cell windows were right there with an inmate looking out just the face shoulders, cold showers no comissary, always cold with no real light . "add Some fool who always wants to know what time it is, 3 meals, 3 counts, Shave shower sh*t and shut f up!" 1 hour out a day, so one for 2-6 months. I always got put there, Felony assults long ago.) but his boyz were stopping visiting by being a "Unsactioned" protest at the jail after a riot in Eugene., Couple real dudes heading upstate, family thing, not ours, but they made him back down and call his people and get them off the jail. NO Honor. Idea born of hate, "Chaos influxes upon itself." That is why I wrote Peace-UP by THOR it is based in Honor, Love, Loyalty, Faith, Creativity, and No man runs it. It is an Idea. One I was born to bring, like a favorite story of mienz von The Power of One, opps that was German, I read XXX German friend posts.. I got a thing for slavic based laugauages. I can read them 60% of words, German is a freak thing from being a very small boy and listing to the old German's who lived in Minnesota near Grand Parents.

THOR

Letter to the Justice Struggle, Marchers, Activists, Ethos of America

I see all the work, all the people in America moving. 

I see all the compassion and want for Peace and a Better Community and the want to up hold Honor and this nations true calling, "All persons are created equal"

"Now is the Time!"

#Justice #summer2015 #MarchOn #AllLivesMatter #BlackLivesMattter #SelmaMarchers #MyBrothersKeeper #Selma2015 #TheEyeofTHOR #PeaceUpExodusVIII

A high calling of American Ethos that reached every corner of America, and it ended with a March on Washington… No it ended with Dr. Martin Luther King's Death. Let us be honest about that, all America broke down after that, Riots, broken communities that did not rebuild for 10 years, causing another great rift. The work he was about to finish, as all America's "Voice" was never done, racism, poverty, mass consumerism, the wealth gap, the human gap.

 Then:

 We rebuilt slowly on the new ground King laid his dream his words beating in the heart of every American "Alive" waiting, in every Child who listened to his speech in class, in every little white and black girl and boy brown and yellow there was HOPE! A hope never seen before.

We rebuilt, and the corner stone he planted in the "Good Earth" of American truth grew.

We shared as the 70's came, Ebony and Ivory, Black is beautiful, White is beautiful.  

 We laughed at Sammy Davis, Richard Pryor, and all the true ethos was played on the air, John Lennon, Imagine,, So time broke us up.

We have been put against each other, and it is sad, for Each Person supporting each Cause above from even my Brothers and Sisters taking down the Confederate Flag in Civil disobedience, to my brother and sisters riding for the right to the Honor of the Flag. I will tell you both sides have blown their top about civil rights and racism, Yes both sides. There is HONOR at stake and both sides have an ethos of humanity  reason for their actions.

I say this simple that THEY ALL, WE ALL want a better America.

I also say this. "If each person left their home "'Marched' 'Rode' 'Spoke' 'Face book posted', with respect and an over whelming need to find peace and not yell at one another..

We could do about anything together.

"A Dream can Change Everything"

"Now is the time"

Time to be polite, overtly civil, let your voice of Peace be heard. Support everyone who doesn't bring hate but brings Honor to those words above, and those of the past. Doctor KING "“Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The urge for freedom will eventually come” This is a quote from Martin Luther King Junior’s “Letter from the Birmingham Jail”; his words were like thunder across a stormy sky daring our humanity not to listen. The legacy he left, a reminder to the community, too always do what is just no-matter how off the society and his idea conflicted at the time. The booming references to the solidarity in an oppressed people who are in the action phase of their non-violent issue pushes forth a raw ethos in Dr. King’s letter.  The struggle he is in the midst of is one that has become rife for change, and one of which he has become the chosen leader thereof. Dr. King’s investment and loyalty in his work was reflected in the steadfastness of his spirituality and compassion for his fellow man. Ending in his death; I bet you he was smiling and cursing.  I too have aspired to be a voice for those in our community, my brothers and sisters who have kept silent during their time, a message from beyond the  grave for some, the telling of their suffering in a chaotic world labeled, pursued, attacked, and buried every day. 

the “Promised Land”.

He opens his letter which is addressed to a select audience, an audience whom which he considers his equals of for they are all men of god, and pillars in their community. Firstly, he lets his audience know why he is in jail; furthermore, why he is in Birmingham. The answer he gives is simple, injustice. At one point he gives the four social steps to creating a non-violent movement. 1. The injustice must be present. 2. The need for or attempts at negotiation must be made. 3. The purification of those who will take part in the final step. 4. Action.   He continues to give responses to the allegations of being an extremist by relating his actions to extremists of the past such as Jesus and Paul, who he feels to be in fine company with. A special dissertation which takes several paragraphs’ is then relayed to his readers; it is about the churches doctrine and teachings which call for speaking out against suffering and its removal wherever it exists. He furthermore calls them to action as good men; for, he says it is their duty as men of god. Dr. King speaks of the brutalities suffered by those with him in vivid fashion dispelling any falsities’ portrayed by the media and puts the truth front and center. His call for action was evident in his own stance and of those who suffered and toiled by his side. The letter many pages long says over and over there is need for change and supports this fact with all forms of argument logos,  pathos, and ethos each driving home his intent repeatedly like a great sledge hammer.

Again I am not Dr. King. The story I tell and the voice of those who live in the world I give insight to are real alive and need this message. We must bring it forth all together again. It took a long time last time, maybe we can take less time this time.

(Yes they broke us in one summer in 1984, but we can take the Sun back..)

 The oppression of our fellow America "Dispossessed" ie (Homeless to Prison to Addicts to shot in the street to Poverty and not enough food to eat, Ghetto Stuck.) 

THOR

#Justice #summer2015 #MarchOn #AllLivesMatter #BlackLivesMattter #SelmaMarchers #MyBrothersKeeper #Selma2015 #TheEyeofTHOR #PeaceUpExodusVIII

Ps My father Marched with King. I am Mixed both Black and White. I have spent my whole life being the #Bornsuspect. Not wanted accepted and often the end of racial hate by both races, so "I WILL HAVE NONE OF IT!", with a smile. The above writing Peace-Up ExodusVIII was done 4 days *Jan 22, 2015 after the police beat me close to death during a Seizure, for the 2nd time. *Jan 13 1990 My son's birthday.. Jan 23rd 1990. I thought it was that night. I was in a hurry to get home baby bag and hospital. I never made it.  I was savagely beaten over Racial matters. So I come from a Place of Peace. I never back down., well that's the soldier in me. I never stop.

THOR

Testimony, I am a X-felon. S.U.M.I.T. Boot Camp Oregon Bold Gold 15th platoon 97, Graduate of Drug Court 07, x Homeless, Graduate of College 2011, I am not a saint, but I am also not a man who has never been violent with police, yet the scars they put on me lay for my whole life. They ruined a young man, I have had my life in danger from my color. There are still people who lynch in the back ways here in Oregon, and the beatings or racial attacks on persons are never take serious by police, (I have my own personal track record of unbelievable actions #BornSuspect against me by police, Felony stops, hands, knees., and the worst part is the terror, everyday, PTSD never goes away and the 1st time I was beaten and got ill No one knew what PTSD was.) I know now and the reality of our community is we are done with all the violence and we don't care how it's down. but we are starting with the biggest issues first, deaths suffering Injustice born of hate. I pray upon the word comes forth in equal form from ALL sides,

"PEACE" "Now is the time!"

I really like to say. Poor white people even though I am mixed and called Afro/N word in Oregon; I still find myself more involved with helping who is around me. I live in a very white area. Is what it is. .05% Afro-America. I don't see color, and pretty much treat every person who comes along as best I can as a Man.

A simple but powerful thing. "To be a better man" "A dream can Change Everything.  #Justice #summer2015 #MarchOn #AllLivesMatter #BlackLivesMattter #SelmaMarchers #MyBrothersKeeper #Selma2015 #TheEyeofTHOR #PeaceUpExodusVIII

 http://theeyeofthor.blogspot.com/2015/01/peace-up-viii-exodus.html

I HAVE A DREAM... MARTIN LUTHER KING - August 28, 1963

MASS Civil Disobedience, Listen copy make cookie a Cake, Bread talk, create create, Never let his voice Die.  #ChefJohnakaTHOR #TheEyeofTHOR #THOR #Amen 

I Have Been to the Mountaintop Full Speech

MASS Civil Disobedience, Listen copy make cookie a Cake, Bread talk, create create, Never let his voice Die.  #ChefJohnakaTHOR #TheEyeofTHOR #THOR #Amen 

Cross Roads Services. Springfield Oregon. Racism Formless Evil

The taking of my words..

Cross Roads Services.

If anybody says the COPS are right, You know this is wrong! ‪#‎CrossRoadservices‬ "You suck in client care!" Your youth pastor making my words of shooting a Camera at police when they abused someone, into the man killing cops with a 44 magnum, and if I was such a Danger why did you bring your youth group from the Church to help? (Nice boyz, told them 13 men jail cell bible study story.) Chris you are so wrong, ‪#‎RickieJerriRainey‬ you to., and even more so; for you made the move.

INTENT, INTENT. "Chris you about the only one here that I forgave as soon as I knew."

You were supposed to help, but I was the wrong color, fear, set in, stupid racial fear.  Twice you stood by as I was assaulted and attacked racially and assaulted at two homes and by police.

"It must be okay here to do hate crimes." Okay with you<.

Just like you telling me I had whole in my brain from Meth, or a Chemical imbalance, and to sell weed to make money when I wanted to get a medical card to help with my illness, but a black man sells drugs. I have over 5 years clean. 8 in recovery.

I am NOT EVEN BLACK! I am Mixed, and from a fine upbringing, which one of you been in White House?

I don't hide what I do wrong. I am a man of Integrity, Honor, and Dignity.

You would do well to learn from that.

ps I help families , people who suffer and need help for free with my 7 years in College and 27 years experience. I never wanted a thing, but respect.

  

No I told you I am a Chef.

You sat and watched Dr. Batia and that weak exam and then upheld it.

 This is the worst form of service. 2nd class citizen service. Enjoy the Blog.

  #BornSuspect "I felt big chucks of feces rolling down my legs, I continued screaming, "Stop' "Help" my neighbors stood around me yelling at the Police, "Stop he is having seizures." The Police kept beating me."…  Jan 22 2015 after 7 assaults by Springfield, Oregon POLICE during seizure episodes and a investigation carried out by the City of Springfield, Oregon Government (110k population demo .03% Afro-American) City Manger Gino and Mayor Lundberg who I was very honored to have them take point on such a sensitive situation as the last assault which busted my face and nose leaving me at home bleeding wondering WTFrog. Sept. of the year before. I found myself chased by hate to a new home. I fall and have seizure like activity all the time, and after training for huge races after teaching myself to walk and run again after my h/c changed my life. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YnG9yTPHts 

 

http://theeyeofthor.blogspot.com/2015/05/police-beating-vrs-act-of-compassion.html 

I am better than hate.

THIS IS ALL YOU!

Peace Up white folk. Amen

ps you want to bla bla me whatever..

I'm not afraid of beatin beaten again.

13 murder attempts and you got close to #14

I will never be the same.

THOR

.A Childs Dream, 'Respect NAACP EUGENE/SPRINGFIELD"

Local Branch NACCP Eugene/Springfield Chapter 1119

Eric,

I find myself in a moment to say, It is a hard thing, this hate. It is hard seeing someone we love treated wrong, don't matter who they are, But it hits home and there is no one, no one, in the moment that you are supposed to be "Safe". We talk about the Summer of Justice a fine thing. We talk about numbers, why can't we just pull back the covers and say what it is. Most people here, are very wary, of change, and hate has begun strong in pockets, in Police, on the streets, on Face book​, it has become a breeding ground of hate as 'brothers turn against brothers', (Sound familiar?)

 I am Afro-American, paper, looks so forth, sir and ladies NOT! I grew up so white, a mixed man "The only boy hanging out with some serious straight hard "Brother's M.C., and just "Good Old Boys", Gentlemen of standing in Springfield, most them white. Is what it is, a good brother, a good man it doesn't matter what color. The kids will fix that as they always do, and the moms. I have a surety of that for I have seen it, it is a social entropy state that will happen. "Kids way smarter than us, they just want to play and learn.. " so says Street Uncle THOR.  

 Men who have come at me with weapons taught hate, and found a man. No hate, a Biker named THOR, and I wind up being friends with them."

I am saying, "A Dream can Change Everything" (That is for the Lady; for, I to was young the 1st time, My first time having all it torn away by police violence. #BornSuspect Jan 13, 1990, again Jan 10, 2015, Stay busy, talk to who you need to, one person, but talk..)  

Idea's Like Selma Movie​, that Oprah Winfrey​ created well let's say the flood gates are open to possibilities.

You see my father Marched that day, and that day, in just a few moments, I was able to tell the world from my memory, what happened, what really is able to be accomplished when we work together.

>.. A look for us not forgetting and being able to inspire with words of ethos, of truth tested. ...

Cover, in color

 

#SELMA Selma Movie #SELMA50 ... front cover mission magazine 1965, Selma in Color on cover. I saw it long ago, Dad showed it to me.. My father was a Marcher, he was not there to be a safe white journalist. He went because it was right. He went not knowing if they would beat or kill him. This point is very important, because as a Marcher those 50 miles could you imagine what he felt like, Amen. shh he hates it when I tape him.. Chef John "The Ghetto Gourmet" The fact later he used his voice to tell the world, not the point, Kings Point, BUT today. NOT the point. today it is an American Point. We did this as Americans standing for our beliefs, ready to die for what is right, "For too long good men have stood idly by as ..." M. L. King https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuwyBfE8hjA o The movie was incorrect in one part, as I recall from the picture in the front cover. The police were NOT at the END of the bridge & NIETHER were the Marchers. They were feet apart, feet apart. A picture of crossed arms, and all sorts of faiths, sisters, fathers, orthodox, Jewish, Baptist, catholic, Methodist, the white ethos of America woke and walked right to the line of fire. The pic with the men in blue shirts white and blue helmets, all the Police. It was line of people against VIOLENCE HATE, Then something happened, I don't know what but to think humanity touched that moment and the Police moved, Yes with the singing the fear the guns and dogs, the screamers. That why this is so important. Young people listen, white where there, Italians were there, Irish were there, Polish, German, Negro, AMERICA heard the call and came. My father one from a long way away not to be safe journalist, a safe White Journalist, he heard King's call chartered a plane and came.... "That's what we can do." }

(P.s I will always be standing with a bunch of poor whites mostly over here in Springfield, Oregon​,or Eugene. Hope Community Child Center & Church​) Oregon is where I have been 20 years, from Washington D.C... you really have a nice group of Afro-American men here, honestly. You see the smart ones want away from the violence of the big cities and want to raise their kids in Peace")

Chef John aka The Eye of Thor​