THE HIEROPHANT CHRONICLE

This story is what he did for me!



17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told
his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his
homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of
the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore
realized that their son had described his view of heaven.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after
Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.
He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.


Here is Brian's essay
entitled"The Room"


In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which
stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the
cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew
exactly where I
was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the
contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the
life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test
its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.

But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to
find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter
than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my
own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.

Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.

The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"For God so loved the! world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also.



Withhold not good from them to whom it is
due when it is in your power to give it.
Proverbs 3:27

ThFlash back to early day's What brought me to the place and time in my life as it is now? I share with you who I'm and what I'm about to understand one is to have a glimpse at us all. We really aren't that different.

I recall looking at Pikes Peak loving the scene of snow on the peak, with the warm summer breeze caressing my face. Waking early in the morning on Saturday to watch cartoons. Ruff and Ready followed by Mighty Mouse,and others.
The great Oak tree I would climb as far as I dare go. The chicken pen where the best meals came from, especially after my finger got pecked by an old hen. The Cherry tree where I would collect the branches for my punishment. Remembering a time when I brought a little twig in, and was instructed to go and get two more of the same size. I watched in horror as my Mother braided all three of them together. The next time I brought in a branch I could barley carry, my Mother laughed till she cried.

The photograph taken by a Gazette Telegraph reporter, he put his hat on my head snapped the picture. Took me two weeks to get that picture I looked like a gangster hide it away. Walking to school first grade, Helen Hunt was the name of the school.(did you lose something go to get the picture) We huddle in a closet my brother my Mother and I the wind was howling, rain beating on the roof thunder shook our little house. God was busy we were to remain quiet till He was done. (tornado)

High up in the great Oak tree watching a man mechanistically taking parts, cleaning them and lay them on an Army blanket. Under the hood of a 58 Oldsmobile he removed and cleaned all the parts he put on the blanket. As I watched form my throne in sky he put it back together again.

Mrs Wilson putting all kinds of hot stuff on my brothers thumb, to help him stop sucking it. When she was done he looked at his thumb looked at her, and stuck his thumb in his mouth and continued to suck.

God Mother Shaw and that old gobbler that lived in the barn. He didn't like me and I didn't like it he would wait till I was having a good time playing around and he would chase me into the house. I can see my self as I type enjoying that big turkey leg for Thanksgiving as well as Mother Shaw grabbing that axe.

Having dinner I did number two Mother Shaw took me to the bathroom, I swear she was trying to flush me down the toilet. I was trained after that episode. I recall a fire the funny papers went up in flames, Mother rushing in my brother being punished.

The taking of baths in a wash tub, the old wringer washing machine watch out for the wringer it didn't care if it was hand or clothes.The first time I washed dishes, Mother was sick and was saying she would take care of them the next day. I told her I would wash them she prepared the water I stood on a box and did the best job ever she was very pleased. My mistake.

Eating Kellogg Corn Flakes reading contest rules to win a car, asking Mother for a stamp and envelope, inquiring why I told her I was going to win her a car. Saying that was nice I was given a stamp and envelope filled out the form on the box and mailed it off. One day a man came to the door and asked for me, I had won the car Mother didn't drive.

We were safe warm and the snow was falling Mother said I glad Father is safe on base. From where I was sitting watching television I looked at out the window and told my Mother, Father was not on base he is here he was in front of his car shoveling snow to get to the house with food which we had plenty.

I climbed the great Oak tree one day as far as I could and found a perch and sat watching as people went by. Then a man with a broken arm walked by and I called down hello,startled he looked around,saying hello again. Looking up he saw me and said hi you are way up there aren't you. I asked him what happened, he said he fell out of a tree. That was the last time I would climb the great Oak tree.

I recall going to work with my Mother at Safeway she candle eggs.The four of us became five with the arrival of my sister. Mother always said there is nothing you can not achieve, if you put your mind to it. Soon after that we moved to Fort Carson.

These are memories of my early years five or six a lot more to come I hope you enjoyed.
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There is so much on my mind, no pun attend.
 
Lets begin;
Why am I here at this moment doing what you read?
Reply;
I want to share thoughts that open the mind, and lift the Spirit along the way tell a story of one American Novel Me.

Sharing, life with total honesty, cleansing self written truth.

As I share this story I also bring business, as one who loves affiliate marketing I market programs that earn me money!

Which brings to Mindset, I asked my self what is mindset?

"Having the ability to set a goal,with vision  achieving without hesitation or distraction a set path to follow."  I replied.
(yes I talk to myself ,answer self who doesn't?)
 
When entering cyberspace very few have direction, in fact the education of what makes this beast tick.

Learning along the way I discovered money can be earned. Also there are plenty of wolves,lions tigers and bears, did I get them all?
 (forgot down right liars.)

Having the mindset to accomplish a goal, is like taking a trip.
You first must decide what goal, trip. Next where are you going?

Gotcha! 

95% that fail online have no direction, multiplied by the mass confusion of offers lack education cyberspace style. Not understanding the need of a mental change they walk away. Those that do persevere, learn.

 Mindset a planting of a seed in the mind tilling the ground with knowledge to make the seed grow. Watering with action towards the growth of that which is planted. Pulling the weeds by applying what works for you to earn the harvest.

The day is about done Thursday slips away cool morning, nice afternoon, pleasant night.

Reading Share Time yesterday must admit I had regrets.
The Honesty I have chosen can be very brutal to me, repulsive to another.
 
Not meaning to sensationalize what was written, to bear truth of how
"I will be written."

One may ask why what is the purpose of this?
 To purge one self of negatives a full confession in all honesty must be made.

There are a lot of skeletons in the closet a slate to wipe clean!

This is a test of how honest one can be with out fabrication.
 I'm a normal guy like any other guy, to achieve the next level of my existence.
A purging of the past must be done.

There is nothing that is sinister, just things that were covered in darkness brought to the light.

The journey I will share with you was done in skin of old.
 In the skin of New forgiven I'm!

So from time to time  I will share my self as one American novel is told.

Work Smart Be Blessed
Leedav

Hello once again and welcome to words of a survivor of Earth. Now weather or not this will be logged for the generation to come is unknown.
 But my hope is what is left behind will be knowledge of how to avoid the pits of Hell.
Just remember you are not alone. We all share the same fate in the end good or bad it is your choice so be wise and listen to those who have Faith in what is to come.
 Understand that this world is a test  you pass only by Faith, you will be rewarded. If you choose the way of the world you lose. 

You know we live in a materialistic nation, prestige ,prosperity, and popularity are valued more than real integrity. Fact is personal character does not mean much these days.At least that's the way it seems to me when you look at the media,politics,pop culture,entertainment. Ah folks when I type the inner soul speaks and it tells me we have got to change our evil ways (Santana good song).
Well I would continue but dinner is ready and after 24 years with a woman I truly adore its time for me to end.
Work Smart Be Blessed

Take a look back,then  look forward. Do you take a good,record what you see?

      If you read my blog you will find in Share Time I reveal me, a test of how far does one go when developing a relationship of followers in a online setting.
 Meaning to share and give and take the fruits of what is given in true fashion buried in the Soul of Honesty.
 
My challenge is to share my story with honesty, ah you might think dishonest, not quite, have been times in the skin of the past.

If you are still with me?
 Question"
Have you masturbated?"
Answer
 "Yes and on a occasion still do."
 Question 
"Do you fantasize of someone other than your mate
." Answer
"No/Yes, when I find myself in fantasy of another of the past is when I have lost sight of my mate.Meaning we have missed the intimate part of us." We have a very intimate joining we get lost in are time zones, only to find are way back again.

IHope you get where I'm coming from. Honesty a lost art. So this should be easy right. To write the great American Novel a true story of myself with complete honesty. I did not mean to offend any body with the section above it was used as this is real. A sharing of ones life along the way toward a predetermined goal.

Think about this go to your mate ask him or her the questions above.

"Will you tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God!"  Say this is in true honesty to yourself and your mate !
   

It's late, I flash with struggles that appear from the past in writing a novel in pieces of one's self.
 
"Does that skeleton come forth with honesty?"
 It must if I'm to complete my mission of telling you who I'm where I'm going along the way (share my business's) with thoughts that will make you go He's right, and lift your Spirit as well, take a look back in complete honesty.

To end your comments are welcome.

Work Smart Be Blessed
Leedav 

As I wonder through this day, as I cope with the temperature of cold!

I'm grateful for the live I have.

I have been besieged with an array of bad news.

None that directly or indirectly effects me how ever the tales of hurt and pain and disbelief.

Does have effect on me great or small,sadness shakes the core of my Soul.

It makes one wonder where are we going, how did we get to this point in this great Nation of ours?

How can a person of authority allow someone to violate others?

 When this question needed to be answered, reply we are handling it and yet the operator of such deeds was still there.

How can a man end the life of three children then set the house afire along with the mother injured inside?

We all say that this Country needs help.

Where do we begin?

My eyes are heavy with tears I wish we all had sense to realize the bigger picture of our actions.

We all will be held accountable for our actions. We all are a part of each other, we are not in this alone. Say a prayer!!!   

Work Smart Be Blessed