The United Nations or some global institution must stop youth killing, deforming wars. WW I and WWII were supposed to end this evil murder. This quintessential world law has to start with the empowerment nations as good moral ethic examples for the the urgent preservation of Earth an all forms of life, It is inevitable that soon this will happen because wars themselves have become genocidal with youths and deformed generational war babies targeted the most. Futile wars are remnants of the past. Wars cause the most violence. terrorism and grief with many combat soldiers committing suicide every day.. This global ban on wars us going to happen anyway with sincere diplomacy, rhetoric and communication. Why not doesn't the United Nations make the change now. Refugees of wars, one of its saddest aftermaths, are the largest groups of bombed out homeless people/ Lets' face it. No one wants a bomb or a radioactive nose cone in their face! Equality across the game board of war is essential. No nation should be allowed to test, produce, store or threaten with this youth killing backward aggression. No more arms exporting or proxy civil wars of manipulating weather as was done in Vietnam in the secret war on Cambodia and Laos by salting the clouds to prolong the monsoons on the Ho Chi Ming Trail, that became mud so foe supplies supplies couldn't get through Weather tampering with nature effects people globally and takes away their human rights. It is the latest evil of wars. Women are still detonating unexploded bombs after being carpet bombed so badly the results are like nuclear aggression. These mothers risk their lives to save their children at play. U.S. ammo and metal falling from the sky became the major scrap metal of Laos in particular.
Does G, W, Bush and Dick Cheney know how many babies are still being born with gross deformities in Fallujah, Iraq–no arms no legs, as seen on TV today? The women are afraid to get pregnant from that toxic war that also poisons combat soldiers handling ammo–just like in Vietnam from lethal Agent Orange that provoked their babies into being malformed, too.
"This war disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable lives-of-country stance, how violently I hate all this, how conspicuous and ignoble war is. I would rather be torn to pieces than be part of so base an action! . . . killing under the cloak of war is nothing but the act of murder. . . Every man [short for human] has a right over his own life and war destroys lives that we were full of promise."
Albert Einstein
World Enlighten News, W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, award-winning
author of countless essays, books, poems and a patchwork quilt showing
combat photos of the G.W. Bush and Dick Cheney illegal war when he heard
voices saying "God told me to commit it."
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Monday, November 27, 2017
THE WOMAN WHO REALLY BEAT JULES VERN'S RECORD OF AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS
For years as a performer on the stage I portrayed Nellie Bly in a monologue as Joe Wiegand does today as he impersonates Theodore Roosevelt. Many people are not familiar with Nellie Bly, other than a song with her name in the title. She was not a fictional character. She was real. This is what I told my audiences about this dare-devil woman, a World traveler:
My real name is Elizabeth Jane Cochrane. I added the "e' for distinction or what ever reason. My life's been so long ago I can't remember for sure. I was born May 5, 1864 right near the end of the American Civil War at Apollo Mills, Pennsylvania, Armstrong County along the Kiskiminetas Trail and its River. It was settled in 1790. Thia bituminous coal mine community is 95 percent Caucasian, thre percent American African and no American Indian, even though it was the Kiskiminetas nation who lived here first. In 1895 G. G. McMurry, an iron and steel industrial magnate and its presiden, ran the town. When I was young my mother dressed me in pick clothing which gave me the nickname "Pink." My father Judge Michael Cochran forced my mother Mary Jane into a rough difficult divorce, sign of the times. He was an abusive husband. When he left we were left too–quite destitude. It was a mad, mad world against females, the distaff side. I attended Indiana Normal School, later a university. But still to this day "Indiana Normal School" is printed on a brick tower, that spells out a big part of the towns's history. I went to the Normal School for one semester. I couldn't afford any more education to become a teacher. My desperate mother took my younger brother Charles and me to Pittsburgh 35 miles away. There she opened a boarding house with my help. One day I noticed an article n the town Dispatch,"What Are Girls Good for." I wrote a rebuttal letter to the editor and signed it "Little Orphan Girl." Well I told them what I thought in my article and named it "The Girl Puzzle." But the community criticized my words–of course it was the men while the women remained silent with obedience. The managing editor George Madden of the Dispatch responded with an ad to find out who was the orphan. This was followed by his offered me a part-time job, but only if I wrote under the pen name, "Nellie Bly." When he relegated my column's interest the gardening and clothes design section. I refused and resigned. But editor Madden wouldn't give up on me. He sent me on a travelogue tour to Mexico. My brother then became my mother's partner in running the family boarding house. My articles, instead of describing that nation's beautiful places for sight seeing, scathingly criticized the Mexican government. The response filled up the Dispatch news room. I especially reported President Porfirio Diaz was a "tyrannical czar suppressing the Mexican peope and the press. I was thretened with arrest but managed to leave that country and returned home. My articles were titled, "Six Months in Mexico." In 1897 after four months of literary rejection, my next move was to New York City where I thought there would be more opportunity for my writing that was beginning to sound like a career in journalism. A working girl has to look out for her self in a man's World ever since Neanderthal days when men lived in caves and pulled their women around by their hair on fire. At least that's how I envisioned it. Someone once said I was too creative. Meanwhile I brazenly found the office of John Crockeran. His secretary said he was at a meeting. I didn't believe her. I may have been young naive but I had street sense. I conjured up enough nerve to open the door to his office. My hunch was right. There was no meeting, He was alone finishing a bran muffin and coffee. He a chair and even gave me some of his lunch. I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten before setting out on my journey. I could at last try to relax as he told me about his boss Joseph Pulitzer and how he demanded perfection among his employees. I was so excited . My heart was beating more than a marching band. I hoped he couldn't hear it in this New York World Newspaper office But what startled me the most were his words. "I have a lot on my mind right now. We're looking for some man to claim insanity to get into Blackwell Island Insane Asylum. But before I could think and he could react, I blurted out, "Oh, I can do it! I can do it!" He practically got down on his knees. "I can't tell you how much this means. You can fulfill the month assignment–to investigate and possibly expose this institution for our next big story. We've been hearing horrifying rumors. If we sent some of our staff to look into it, the hospital authoritarians would clean up their act and we'd never witness what really goes on behind closed doors." Yee gods, I gasped to myself, what did I just say? –a purely rhetorical statement right off my worn cuff. I knew this wouldn't be an easy task. Before I knew it I was transported to the hospital there. He told me the hospital would provide me with clothes. Yes. I imagined, a white straight jacket! The editor added, "And whatever you need. the hospital they would give you." That, too, was questionable. The first thing I learned was. no one asked me to fill out a form saying I wasn't insane. In those days this was an easy way for a family to get rid of an unwanted member. They took me into the filthiest building I've ever was in. It smelled like a zoo. I soon found out it had rotten food, too. I encountered men, women and children physically and mentally being abuses. It was so sad, These desperate people were wrapped in white with their arms tied behind them for the convenience of the staff. The doctors and nurses in dingy white uniforms treated inmates roughly and with no respect. I spent the first night talking with a poor woman who had better sense than the employees. She told me her life story of torment, trying to fight off her family that put her there. She told me how she was beaten and man-handled–even raped. She was so pitiful, as she could hardly speak with tears rolling down her cheeks. In the mornings she was dead. After what seemed like a month, began to wonder if I'd ever get out of this rat net with the patents more sane than the workers. I immediately experienced brutality when a worker told me to remove my clothes and tgeb pushed me into a cold shower and poured a bucket of freezing water over my head, I spent the nights quickly writing in my journal and managed to sleep during the days, which was fine with the warped establishment since I stayed out of their way. Then in my own desperate mind wondering if I'd ever see daylight again, an agent of the World came for me. After handing my manuscript, Ten Days in a Mad-House, to editor Madden, the next day the news of this corrupt institution hit the streets of New York City with a tone of bricks. After New Yorkers read the healines, immediate reform took action about mad-house asylums, In America these cr;uel hospitals were re-named mental institutions instead. It was a rude awakening. By 1889 I had earned my stripes as a female journalist. At that time Joseph Pulitzer sent we me around the Wold to beat Jules Verne's book Around The World In 80 Days. Actually I suggested the idea of a trip around Earth. Phileas Fogg was the fictional man who accomplished this feat. Meanwhile after stepping onto the ship Augusta Victoria, with me in my black and white gillie hat and checkered suit, I was on my way among shouts of bon voyage. Women in those days had to travel with escorts since their bags were too heavy. I only carried two small satchels. Eventually I made my way to England, Egypt, Singapore, Hong Kong, Penyang and Japan. In France I met with Jules Verne who said, "I hope you beat my fictional trip in 80 days." It was a challenge like I never had before. This was especially difficult since I bought a money in Singapore. By the way when I got home he emptied my cupboards and broke every dish in my house. I returned through San Francisco with a welcome ticker tape greeting. But so much for Joseph Pulitzer's demand for perfection of his employees. His imperfect treatment of me, never paid me for the trip, even though his circulation of the World newspaper increased substancously. He said the cost of the miraculous journey was my salary for the World foe 72 days, 6 hours, 11 minutes and 13 seconds! In the after math my name appeared on trading cards, board games and Pulitzer even had fun with people betting on how long my trip would take. I wrote a book recording my adventure. For the next three years I wrote articles for the World about corrupt police, the violent Pullman labor strike and I interviewed Susan B. Anthony, suffragette. In 1895 I married Robert Seaman, owner of the Ironclad Manufacturing Industry. After he died in 1904 I faced bankruptcy from poor management and fraud of employees thinking they could take advantage of a woman. And they did. However in 1914, the time of World War I, I became a war correspondent. I tell these information since if you don't blow your own horn, no one else will. Around that time Arthur Brisbane hired me to write for the Hearst Newspaper, The Evening Journal. When I died in January 27, 1922, when Pharaoh Tutankhamun's burial site was discovered in Egypt's Valley of the Kings. Hearst Newspaper published my obituary headline saying "NELLIE BLY WAS THE BEST REPORTER IN AMERICA.
World Enlightened News,W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, who portrays Nellie Bly in a monoloque
My real name is Elizabeth Jane Cochrane. I added the "e' for distinction or what ever reason. My life's been so long ago I can't remember for sure. I was born May 5, 1864 right near the end of the American Civil War at Apollo Mills, Pennsylvania, Armstrong County along the Kiskiminetas Trail and its River. It was settled in 1790. Thia bituminous coal mine community is 95 percent Caucasian, thre percent American African and no American Indian, even though it was the Kiskiminetas nation who lived here first. In 1895 G. G. McMurry, an iron and steel industrial magnate and its presiden, ran the town. When I was young my mother dressed me in pick clothing which gave me the nickname "Pink." My father Judge Michael Cochran forced my mother Mary Jane into a rough difficult divorce, sign of the times. He was an abusive husband. When he left we were left too–quite destitude. It was a mad, mad world against females, the distaff side. I attended Indiana Normal School, later a university. But still to this day "Indiana Normal School" is printed on a brick tower, that spells out a big part of the towns's history. I went to the Normal School for one semester. I couldn't afford any more education to become a teacher. My desperate mother took my younger brother Charles and me to Pittsburgh 35 miles away. There she opened a boarding house with my help. One day I noticed an article n the town Dispatch,"What Are Girls Good for." I wrote a rebuttal letter to the editor and signed it "Little Orphan Girl." Well I told them what I thought in my article and named it "The Girl Puzzle." But the community criticized my words–of course it was the men while the women remained silent with obedience. The managing editor George Madden of the Dispatch responded with an ad to find out who was the orphan. This was followed by his offered me a part-time job, but only if I wrote under the pen name, "Nellie Bly." When he relegated my column's interest the gardening and clothes design section. I refused and resigned. But editor Madden wouldn't give up on me. He sent me on a travelogue tour to Mexico. My brother then became my mother's partner in running the family boarding house. My articles, instead of describing that nation's beautiful places for sight seeing, scathingly criticized the Mexican government. The response filled up the Dispatch news room. I especially reported President Porfirio Diaz was a "tyrannical czar suppressing the Mexican peope and the press. I was thretened with arrest but managed to leave that country and returned home. My articles were titled, "Six Months in Mexico." In 1897 after four months of literary rejection, my next move was to New York City where I thought there would be more opportunity for my writing that was beginning to sound like a career in journalism. A working girl has to look out for her self in a man's World ever since Neanderthal days when men lived in caves and pulled their women around by their hair on fire. At least that's how I envisioned it. Someone once said I was too creative. Meanwhile I brazenly found the office of John Crockeran. His secretary said he was at a meeting. I didn't believe her. I may have been young naive but I had street sense. I conjured up enough nerve to open the door to his office. My hunch was right. There was no meeting, He was alone finishing a bran muffin and coffee. He a chair and even gave me some of his lunch. I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten before setting out on my journey. I could at last try to relax as he told me about his boss Joseph Pulitzer and how he demanded perfection among his employees. I was so excited . My heart was beating more than a marching band. I hoped he couldn't hear it in this New York World Newspaper office But what startled me the most were his words. "I have a lot on my mind right now. We're looking for some man to claim insanity to get into Blackwell Island Insane Asylum. But before I could think and he could react, I blurted out, "Oh, I can do it! I can do it!" He practically got down on his knees. "I can't tell you how much this means. You can fulfill the month assignment–to investigate and possibly expose this institution for our next big story. We've been hearing horrifying rumors. If we sent some of our staff to look into it, the hospital authoritarians would clean up their act and we'd never witness what really goes on behind closed doors." Yee gods, I gasped to myself, what did I just say? –a purely rhetorical statement right off my worn cuff. I knew this wouldn't be an easy task. Before I knew it I was transported to the hospital there. He told me the hospital would provide me with clothes. Yes. I imagined, a white straight jacket! The editor added, "And whatever you need. the hospital they would give you." That, too, was questionable. The first thing I learned was. no one asked me to fill out a form saying I wasn't insane. In those days this was an easy way for a family to get rid of an unwanted member. They took me into the filthiest building I've ever was in. It smelled like a zoo. I soon found out it had rotten food, too. I encountered men, women and children physically and mentally being abuses. It was so sad, These desperate people were wrapped in white with their arms tied behind them for the convenience of the staff. The doctors and nurses in dingy white uniforms treated inmates roughly and with no respect. I spent the first night talking with a poor woman who had better sense than the employees. She told me her life story of torment, trying to fight off her family that put her there. She told me how she was beaten and man-handled–even raped. She was so pitiful, as she could hardly speak with tears rolling down her cheeks. In the mornings she was dead. After what seemed like a month, began to wonder if I'd ever get out of this rat net with the patents more sane than the workers. I immediately experienced brutality when a worker told me to remove my clothes and tgeb pushed me into a cold shower and poured a bucket of freezing water over my head, I spent the nights quickly writing in my journal and managed to sleep during the days, which was fine with the warped establishment since I stayed out of their way. Then in my own desperate mind wondering if I'd ever see daylight again, an agent of the World came for me. After handing my manuscript, Ten Days in a Mad-House, to editor Madden, the next day the news of this corrupt institution hit the streets of New York City with a tone of bricks. After New Yorkers read the healines, immediate reform took action about mad-house asylums, In America these cr;uel hospitals were re-named mental institutions instead. It was a rude awakening. By 1889 I had earned my stripes as a female journalist. At that time Joseph Pulitzer sent we me around the Wold to beat Jules Verne's book Around The World In 80 Days. Actually I suggested the idea of a trip around Earth. Phileas Fogg was the fictional man who accomplished this feat. Meanwhile after stepping onto the ship Augusta Victoria, with me in my black and white gillie hat and checkered suit, I was on my way among shouts of bon voyage. Women in those days had to travel with escorts since their bags were too heavy. I only carried two small satchels. Eventually I made my way to England, Egypt, Singapore, Hong Kong, Penyang and Japan. In France I met with Jules Verne who said, "I hope you beat my fictional trip in 80 days." It was a challenge like I never had before. This was especially difficult since I bought a money in Singapore. By the way when I got home he emptied my cupboards and broke every dish in my house. I returned through San Francisco with a welcome ticker tape greeting. But so much for Joseph Pulitzer's demand for perfection of his employees. His imperfect treatment of me, never paid me for the trip, even though his circulation of the World newspaper increased substancously. He said the cost of the miraculous journey was my salary for the World foe 72 days, 6 hours, 11 minutes and 13 seconds! In the after math my name appeared on trading cards, board games and Pulitzer even had fun with people betting on how long my trip would take. I wrote a book recording my adventure. For the next three years I wrote articles for the World about corrupt police, the violent Pullman labor strike and I interviewed Susan B. Anthony, suffragette. In 1895 I married Robert Seaman, owner of the Ironclad Manufacturing Industry. After he died in 1904 I faced bankruptcy from poor management and fraud of employees thinking they could take advantage of a woman. And they did. However in 1914, the time of World War I, I became a war correspondent. I tell these information since if you don't blow your own horn, no one else will. Around that time Arthur Brisbane hired me to write for the Hearst Newspaper, The Evening Journal. When I died in January 27, 1922, when Pharaoh Tutankhamun's burial site was discovered in Egypt's Valley of the Kings. Hearst Newspaper published my obituary headline saying "NELLIE BLY WAS THE BEST REPORTER IN AMERICA.
World Enlightened News,W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, who portrays Nellie Bly in a monoloque
Sunday, November 26, 2017
WAR IS ITS OWN WAR CRIME AS IT ALSO CAUSES HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF REFUGEES
Dear Ones,
,
This essay on my blog urges America to revive quintessential necessity to ban war, that causes endless thousands of refugees. Everyone fears bombs of terrorism dropping in them. Everyone who cares about peace and equality must have protestors. Even cartoonist designs takes off on war aggression through humor–not ha ha but funny how everyone wants to end World wars, except for rich weaponry and munition producers. War is often extreme nationalism that borders on fascism. If Jesus of Nazareth in Syria, where he grew up, would return to Earth he would be ostracized for what he said according to the New Testament, "Blessed are the peacemakers (Matthew 5:9) for they shall be called the children of God." But in Syria today children have lost their childhood to the trauma and terrorism of war all done in the name of God-real news, not fake. Outlaw wars! Selling arms to other nations keeps the wars roaring and blazing. There never was a great war. Millions of bombs and missiles don't win war and their terrible aftermaths. Politicians used to talk about peace without conquest as they "praised the Lord and passed the ammunition." During the Vietnam War women marched to stop the war. Where are the women today? Are they under the spell of aggression as it is in the the G.W. Bush Afghanistan War of 200l and the Iraqi War of 2003. He prided himself as a war president. War activists defy civilization and murder civilians with collateral damage, a euphemism for drones and other dragons of war making babies and children cry out in horror. Even women in Fallujah, Iraq are still afraid to become pregnant since they have been carpet bombed by toxic, radioactive weapons causing gross malformations. But the media isn't permitted to announced this satanic evil of poisonous emissions, as G.W.Bush wouldn't allow caskets of thousands of soldiers being returned to their loved ones. Richard Nixon ended the draft. And now only one per cent of today's youths volunteer their lives for sacrifices on battlegrounds and war zones. And many youths who join to be trained to kill are those from poverty and suffering. Combat armed forces who have seen the gore of war seldom talk about.combat or have caused corruption such as in Vietnam when some troops disgracefully burned innocent families alive in their straw huts just to torment the non-combatants. Ban nuclear bombs and radioactive missiles since war combatants handling the dangerous weapons. Disarm to pay national debt swelling to burst and use funds for education instead. Cultivate your garden instead of wars. Turn your bombs into plowshares. There's no longer a choice in war. Munitions have become monsters of burn and scorch explosions and death to Earth and all forms of life, as in Vietnam with Agent Orange. Thousands of satellites are documenting the only planet we know that has life on it, And from outer space we witness bombs being dropped in urban combat zones as children and babies and youths trained to kill one another soak Earth with their blood.
World Enlightened News, (NO DELIGHT) W.E.N.
Author of Songbird Angels For International Peace
,
This essay on my blog urges America to revive quintessential necessity to ban war, that causes endless thousands of refugees. Everyone fears bombs of terrorism dropping in them. Everyone who cares about peace and equality must have protestors. Even cartoonist designs takes off on war aggression through humor–not ha ha but funny how everyone wants to end World wars, except for rich weaponry and munition producers. War is often extreme nationalism that borders on fascism. If Jesus of Nazareth in Syria, where he grew up, would return to Earth he would be ostracized for what he said according to the New Testament, "Blessed are the peacemakers (Matthew 5:9) for they shall be called the children of God." But in Syria today children have lost their childhood to the trauma and terrorism of war all done in the name of God-real news, not fake. Outlaw wars! Selling arms to other nations keeps the wars roaring and blazing. There never was a great war. Millions of bombs and missiles don't win war and their terrible aftermaths. Politicians used to talk about peace without conquest as they "praised the Lord and passed the ammunition." During the Vietnam War women marched to stop the war. Where are the women today? Are they under the spell of aggression as it is in the the G.W. Bush Afghanistan War of 200l and the Iraqi War of 2003. He prided himself as a war president. War activists defy civilization and murder civilians with collateral damage, a euphemism for drones and other dragons of war making babies and children cry out in horror. Even women in Fallujah, Iraq are still afraid to become pregnant since they have been carpet bombed by toxic, radioactive weapons causing gross malformations. But the media isn't permitted to announced this satanic evil of poisonous emissions, as G.W.Bush wouldn't allow caskets of thousands of soldiers being returned to their loved ones. Richard Nixon ended the draft. And now only one per cent of today's youths volunteer their lives for sacrifices on battlegrounds and war zones. And many youths who join to be trained to kill are those from poverty and suffering. Combat armed forces who have seen the gore of war seldom talk about.combat or have caused corruption such as in Vietnam when some troops disgracefully burned innocent families alive in their straw huts just to torment the non-combatants. Ban nuclear bombs and radioactive missiles since war combatants handling the dangerous weapons. Disarm to pay national debt swelling to burst and use funds for education instead. Cultivate your garden instead of wars. Turn your bombs into plowshares. There's no longer a choice in war. Munitions have become monsters of burn and scorch explosions and death to Earth and all forms of life, as in Vietnam with Agent Orange. Thousands of satellites are documenting the only planet we know that has life on it, And from outer space we witness bombs being dropped in urban combat zones as children and babies and youths trained to kill one another soak Earth with their blood.
World Enlightened News, (NO DELIGHT) W.E.N.
Author of Songbird Angels For International Peace
Friday, November 24, 2017
FREEDOM IS NOT ENFORCEMENT TO ATTEND CHURCH AS PEOPLE DID DURING THE INQUISITION–BELIEVE OR DIE!
During the Catholic Inquisition innocent people were tortured on racks until they obeyed church dogma. There was no choice. Give in or die. What a lovely history. Please excuse the sarcasm. It began from my childhood when a friend's priest claimed "Only Catholics will go to heaven. And we all know the the rest of the story. This is satanic child abuse pegging one friend against another for no reason other than ignorance and lack of knowledge about World history. Muslims who were targeted in the Crusades and were advanced scholars are currently now killing many of their own people. Where are the reformers? I thank God ever day that I don't have to go to church.
Helene C. Smith, World Enlightened News, W.E.N.
Author of Mark Twain and Me and essay "What You Always Wanted to Know About Religion But Were Afraid to Ask"
Helene C. Smith, World Enlightened News, W.E.N.
Author of Mark Twain and Me and essay "What You Always Wanted to Know About Religion But Were Afraid to Ask"
THE TREATY OF TRIPOLI (NOW LIBYA) AND WHAT YOU OFTEN WONDERED ABOUT CHRITIANITY BUT WERE AFRAIND TO ASK
Dear Ones,
President John Adams signed this treaty, the highest law of the land, in 1796 and ratified the next year. This important document states:
"The government of the United States of America is not in any sense founded on the Christian religion." Colonists were on the run from Europe to escape from the forced clutches of the Church of England. They fled to America for freedom against religion especially during centuries of Catholic popes torturing to death people who didn't adhere to the all-male club dogma of mythology. The asylum in rhe U.S. was welcome relief in the belief of "To each his own." Ironically English Puritan's escaped from Europe persecution and turned around and persecuted the Quakers. These bigoted newcomers cut the Quakers ears off, forced them to attend church every Sunday, had to pay a church tax and males weren't recognized as free men. They denied them any employment. They were pegged as "blasted heretics. Yet at Thanksgiving time in America Puritans are honored at the festive feast table in grand style. THE SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE IS QUINTESENTIAL.
World Enlightened News, W.E.N
Helene C. Smith, auhor of essay What You Often Wondered About Christianity But Were Afraod To Ask
President John Adams signed this treaty, the highest law of the land, in 1796 and ratified the next year. This important document states:
"The government of the United States of America is not in any sense founded on the Christian religion." Colonists were on the run from Europe to escape from the forced clutches of the Church of England. They fled to America for freedom against religion especially during centuries of Catholic popes torturing to death people who didn't adhere to the all-male club dogma of mythology. The asylum in rhe U.S. was welcome relief in the belief of "To each his own." Ironically English Puritan's escaped from Europe persecution and turned around and persecuted the Quakers. These bigoted newcomers cut the Quakers ears off, forced them to attend church every Sunday, had to pay a church tax and males weren't recognized as free men. They denied them any employment. They were pegged as "blasted heretics. Yet at Thanksgiving time in America Puritans are honored at the festive feast table in grand style. THE SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE IS QUINTESENTIAL.
World Enlightened News, W.E.N
Helene C. Smith, auhor of essay What You Often Wondered About Christianity But Were Afraod To Ask
Thursday, November 23, 2017
WISHING YOU A HAPPY THANKSGIVING FOR PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TO ALL IN A MAD SAD WORLD OF VIOLENCE AND TERRORISM
Dear Ones,
May we be forever grateful that we believe. We have the well-earned right to believe in human rights and what we believe is truth. Joy and happiness to all through precious freedom of choice.
World Enlightened News, W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, a believer in the goodness of humanity that trumps those who have lost their way and commit evil acts from ignorance as their lust is power and control
May we be forever grateful that we believe. We have the well-earned right to believe in human rights and what we believe is truth. Joy and happiness to all through precious freedom of choice.
World Enlightened News, W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, a believer in the goodness of humanity that trumps those who have lost their way and commit evil acts from ignorance as their lust is power and control
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
EVER SINCE NEANDERTHAL CAVE DAYS IT HAS BEEN A MANS WORLD
After eons of time for the World to be conditioned and programmed in unbalanced rights, the female gender has had to fight for equal rights. No more dragging women by their hair on fire for ritual pyre fuel . However, due to man's endless wars of sacrificing youths through superstition and fear we still have battlefield and urban war war zones, Remember Abraham almost killed his son as an offering to his war god. Did he ask Sarah for permission to burn their son to death? It's now over time for women to take the lead as they team up with peaceful men. In general women adamantly oppose sacrificing thier sons and daughters to futile foreign civil war proxy aggression. Besides, all this slaughter that has nothing to do with freedom and democracy. We already have these precious posssions. It's the same old centuries of three related persuasions still trying to kill one another off as they each claim World superiority under what they call their war dog gods. Meanwhile, back to the present time with the exposure of male sex harassment against the distaff side, this is bad enough. But what about dangerous threats with power nations maintaining arsenals of stored nuclear bombs and HAARP tampering with nature to make drastic weather and climate change warfare? Threats in the wrong hands are the epitome of evil. As President Trump said, "Perhaps we should get rid of all nuclear bombs!" And other threats of nuclear missiles that can deform babies with milling arms and legs, too–increasing as corporate industrial warfare depends on aggression for life-long sacrifices of youths. .
World Enlightened News, W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, author of Songbird Angels For International Peace
World Enlightened News, W.E.N.
Helene C. Smith, author of Songbird Angels For International Peace
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