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Along with eliminating political dynasties, in Salvation Time we’re doing away (mostly) with race-baiters. These are people who profit from ginning up false outrage and accusations of racism, whether or not it actually exists. Of course, there are plenty of examples of actual racism in the End Days. Despite the fact that there really is no such thing as race for human beings because depending on where they live on the planet, their physical features can change. We all come from the same Creator, which makes racism as destructive and divisive as competing religions.
However, in the United States today in my experience most people are willing to judge others on the content of their character, not their skin color. I should also point out that real racism is not the exclusive sin of some white people. You can be black, hispanic, caucasian or any other race or ethnicity and still be a racist.
Then there are those who cry racism for the purpose of making money only. In America today, two of the worst are Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson – which is why I put them in my book. These two have done incredible damage to the United States by ginning up racism for profit and hurting innocent people in the process. Can anyone forget the Tawana Brawley case? She falsely accused a man, Steven Pagones, of rape, assisted by liar Al Sharpton. Twenty-five years later, Brawley is making restitution to Pagones. But what about Sharpton? He appears to have gotten off free, even though he’s just as guilty. Last year, Investors Business Daily reported on the story:
If ever there was a case of racial injustice it was the case of Tawana Brawley and Steven Pagones, except the roles of victim and perpetrator were reversed in the parallel universe of the racial grievance industry. The master of that universe is Al Sharpton.
Pagones is not as well-known as George Zimmerman, nor is he likely to be now, given the media’s subservience to that grievance industry. But 25 years ago the former New York prosecutor was accused of rape by Brawley, then just 15 years old.
Sharpton, the man who demanded justice for Tawana as she told her blatantly false story, is the man who now demands justice for Trayvon Martin, the teenager shot by neighborhood-watch volunteer Zimmerman, who was found not guilty of second-degree murder in what a jury ruled was legitimate self-defense.
As the New York Post reports, Tawana Brawley has finally started payment on a defamation judgment awarded Pagones. He sued Brawley and her handlers, including Sharpton, alleging the story that she was abducted and raped by a gang of white men, including Pagones, was a hoax. A grand jury, which heard from 180 witnesses over seven months, concluded in 1988 that the entire story was indeed apocryphal.
Last week, 10 checks totaling $3,764.61 were delivered to Pagones, the first from Brawley on the 1998 judgment on which she still has $431,000 left to pay.
Please read the whole thing here.
In Step Three in the year 2412, students George W. Bush and Bill Clinton – descendants of the real Bush and Clinton — visit a bar in Sin City in Fort Lauderdale, where they bump into two familiar characters: Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. To make my point about race, in this future time Bush and Clinton now have the dark skin and burgeoning African features thanks to their families’ 400 years of isolation in Arusha Africa. Conversely, the descendants of Sharpton and Jackson are now white — and unfortunately, still very much stuck on race and race-baiting as evidenced by this interaction:
As they waited for their refills, they took note of some familiar looking faces sitting nearby.
“Clinton, look! Isn’t that—”
“I do believe it’s the descendant of Jesse Jackson. He looks just like the 20th century shakedown artist—except for his lily white skin of course.”
“And isn’t that Al Sharpton with him?”
“Sure looks like him,” Clinton agreed. “C’mon, let’s go talk to them.”
They picked up their newly filled pilsner glasses and headed over to introduce themselves.
Although polite at first, Jackson and Sharpton were annoyed by the interruption, having been deep in conversation over how to manipulate the media and public opinion into believing that racism was still a huge problem in the United States—all in an effort to make easy money and preserve the memory and relevance of their crooked ancestors.
“Now that we’ve introduced ourselves would you mind leaving us alone?” Sharpton asked rudely. “We’re in the middle of important business!”
“Hey is that any way to treat tourists from another country and continent?” Clinton playfully teased. He was truly interested in getting to know these two characters even though the feeling was definitely not mutual.
“Oh get lost, you uppity nigger!” Jackson exclaimed. “Maybe in your little corner of the globe racism no longer exists but some of us are still dealing with it!”
“Racism?!” W was completely perplexed by the notion. “Are you guys serious?” Since they’d left Arusha and embarked on their worldwide tour, every person they’d come into meaningful contact with had been nothing but courteous, kind and sincere—not to mention mostly Caucasian. Sure, the gawking crowds and rude reporters had been a little hard to take but for the most part people had been very nice.
The Arusha teens could only conclude that for some souls the temptation to incarnate and repeat the same destructive patterns of their End Days family members was too hard to resist. For Sharpton and Jackson, the process of enlightenment and atonement might take many more lifetimes. Could it be that even now there was money to be made by race-hustling? It seemed impossible to believe.
Some beta readers have questioned my use of the word “nigger” in this exchange but it’s there to prove a point. As a deeply spiritual man, I despise racism as much as any decent person. I also know it works both ways. And in writing my book, I knew I had to get people’s attention so that they would understand the points I am trying to make. In no way did I use that word gratuitously or with intent to insult anyone.
I also recommend that everyone view Scientific Adam and Eve – a National Geographic documentary that proves the human family tree can be traced all the way back to the same Adam and Eve.
Yesterday I posted about my inclusion of Sarah Palin in my novel to discuss energy with Nikola Tesla. Like many others, I believe he’s never been given the credit he deserves for all of his contributions to the world. In 2006, David Bowie played Tesla in a film called The Prestige. Watch the clip below.
Also, I highly recommend watching this documentary about Tesla. It is very sad that his many accomplishments were not recognized while he was still on earth but I am doing my small part to change that. Nikola Tesla is an example of a human being whose spiritual nature was in control of his animal nature. He must always be remembered for his contributions to making life better for everyone.
Although life in the End Days is characterized by a permanent political ruling class worldwide that mainly cares about their own power, greed and enrichment, there are a few notable exceptions. Among them is Sarah Palin, which is why I was determined to find a way to incorporate her into the novel. She has always struck me as someone whose words and deeds are consistent, and whose heart is in the right place. In weaving real life events into my plot, I came up with the following solution that some beta readers have told me strains credibility — even though they also like Sarah Palin very much.
So be it. I had to be creative and this was the best way I could think of to involve Sarah Palin, a character I also needed to help explain the energy system in the End Days. Readers first discover her presence in the book in Step One during Hillary Rodham’s answer to her teacher’s question about the sins of her ancestor Hillary Rodham Clinton:
“Sir, the worst thing that happened under Hillary’s watch was when she was Secretary of State. On September 11, 2012 four Americans were slaughtered after an eight-hours-long embassy attack in Benghazi. It took months after that for anyone in D.C. to even make her testify and when she finally did, all she could say was, ‘What difference does it make?’ when some senators pressured her to give them a timeline of events leading to the murders. It’s true that enough Americans pressured the White House to force her resignation a few weeks later and appoint former Alaskan Governor Sarah Palin. But even after she resigned, people began talking up Hillary Rodham Clinton’s presidential run in 2016. Unbelievable!”
Later in Step Two, we learn that in the year 2412 Sarah Palin was one of the few American leaders left who actively supported Israel in spite of its isolation from the USA and the rest of the world:
Although she despised these extravagant meetings for being a waste of time and taxpayer money, as the new US Secretary of State she saw this gathering as an opportunity to publicly support the Prime Minister of Israel in person—the White House be damned. She’d advise Grad privately of her support for Israel and apologize for the actions of her government. She’d also make a public declaration in direct opposition to the American President. It would be an unprecedented move but Palin was no ordinary, self-centered, power-obsessed American politician; she was an extraordinary, genuine leader who always stood up for what was right in spite of the consequences.
In the next moment, Nikola Tesla manifested on stage.
“Thank you, Mr. Moses,” he said, his brown mustache and long angular face instantly recognizable to the New Souls in the audience. Of all the members of the Salvation Twelve however, it was Secretary of State Sarah Palin who took a special interest in this former electrical and mechanical engineer, inventor, physicist and futurist. Having been intricately involved in energy issues during her tenure as Governor of Alaska, she was eager to hear what he had to say. Reading her mind, Tesla looked directly at her and made a request.
“Madam Secretary, please rise and tell us about the biggest energy challenges you faced during your time on the physical plane. Your achievements have not gone unnoticed in the spiritual realm.”
“Thank you Mr. Tesla,” she replied humbly. “Honestly, the toughest challenge I faced wasn’t a lack of natural resources but an abundance of negative character traits, thanks to the fallibility of human nature. I’m referring to the staggering arrogance and self-interest of greedy politicians and oil company executives who abused their power and cut deals with each other to line their own pockets at the expense of the people. And some of them were members of my own party—a party with a platform of fiscal responsibility, ethical behavior and adherence to the United States Constitution!
“It got so bad that at one point I even resigned from my job as Chairwoman of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission in protest against a fellow commissioner and state Republican Party Chairman. I was extremely unhappy that this man had been conducting party business on state time and did not want to be associated with someone so obviously lacking in integrity. It didn’t come as any great surprise that he was later fined $12,000 for violating state ethics laws.
“But the oil companies were also a problem. At any given time they had a number of projects under consideration based on various factors, most notably return on capital. These oil companies were investing in other projects around the world while Alaska’s projects sat waiting, denying jobs to citizens and energy resources to my state and country’s hungry markets. So as governor my interest in speeding up development of my state’s resources was motivated by a desire to create good jobs and to help my country become energy independent.
“Probably my most famous fight with big oil was with Exxon Mobil. I attempted to revoke their license to the Point-Thomson oil-and-gas field, one of the largest undeveloped fields in the USA, because they’d been sitting on it for 26 years! Since they’d failed to develop it quickly enough, we were losing jobs and energy. When Exxon Mobil announced soon after that it had brought in equipment and planned to drill the following winter, many credited me for the decision while others doubted I had anything to do with it. I didn’t care either way; I just wanted them to move forward or else face the consequences.
It’s sad that so many Americans are unaware of Palin’s many accomplishments. That’s why I wanted to include them in the book in the course of this interaction. Tesla commends her for her achievements and insight before giving this order:
“Now then,” he continued, “while I am most impressed with your actions on earth, I must tell you there is a much better way to provide energy cheaply and abundantly for the citizens of all nations. And that is by tapping into the power of earth, which produces its own natural heat in endless abundance. By using thermal energy extracted from the earth’s core to run electrical generators and turbines you’ll produce energy cheaply—practically free. This will also transform the energy industry from a hydrocarbon base to an electrical base, eliminating the need for what many of you on earth still wrongly refer to as fossil fuels. This is completely bone-headed.
“The very term ‘fossil fuel’ is a big lie. It originated out of ignorance because 100 years ago when humans started using oil, they thought that petroleum fuel originated from the fossils of extinct dinosaurs. Today we know that hydrocarbon fuel does not come from fossils; it’s not a byproduct of extinct dinosaurs but a natural result of an earthly process in which water from the sea flows into the core of the earth, breaking down and creating a new molecule of hydrocarbon between the hydrogen from the sea water and the carbon from the rocks. Anyway, I just needed to clarify that point because it drives me crazy that anyone on earth still buys into the fossil fuel bunk.
“But getting back to the matter at hand, when you make the transition to plentiful, electrical energy, you won’t have to deal with the arrogance, pride, egomania and greed of oil industry executives or politicians.”
“So we need to build more nuclear power plants?” Palin asked. “Because as you probably know that’s been another bone of contention for decades, ever since the Three Mile Island incident in 1979.”
“My dear,” Tesla answered, “that’s one thing that puzzles me the most about the so-called leaders inhabiting the earth these days. And what’s wrong with some of these scientists? Don’t they know there is absolutely no need to even build nuclear power plants in the first place? You are all sitting on an earth that produces its own natural heat; it’s simply a matter of extracting it.”
“And how do we do that Mr. Tesla?”
“By taking advantage of a natural phenomenon on earth you already know as the Ring of Fire, an area where a large number of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions occur in the basin of the Pacific Ocean. The Ring of Fire is a direct result of plate tectonics and the movement and collisions of lithospheric plates. Your colleague Eyal Grad has already tapped into this resource, perfecting the process of extraction so well that now all of his country’s cars are powered by electrical energy. We’ll pick his brain about it in a moment,” Tesla promised. Grad illuminated over the prospect of sharing his success in this regard.
“That sounds good to me!” Palin laughed. “But how exactly will this work? Have you seen how dangerous these so-called ‘smart cars’ are? How will people get around? Are we eliminating private vehicles?”
“Oh heavens, no!” Tesla exclaimed. “We’re all about empowering individuals in Salvation Time, not taking away their freedoms. The cars they’ll have will be even stronger and safer than the popular ones in use now. The major difference is that these cars will operate purely on electricity. And interstates and highways will continue to exist but they will be equipped with ‘charging lanes’ much like the slower traffic right lanes you have now. Except the purpose of these right charging lanes will be to recharge cars that are running low on electricity.”
DD: “Shlomo, your book is definitely making people think! What prompted you to write something so unique?”
SA: “I have always been a person who questions everything. For example, from the time I was a little kid I was constantly challenging my religion. I grew up in Tel Aviv in a traditional Jewish home and had questions about the nature of God and what I was being taught. Sometimes this got me into big trouble with my parents and the rabbis. But I was like that about everything.
I love to learn ways to make things better and pass that information along to help people all over the world. But with the book, the process started with a horrible motorcycle accident I had in 2003. Well, at first I thought it was horrible, but later I realized it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I was pronounced clinically dead and while my body was in a coma, my soul traveled to the other side where I met with ‘The Council’ — three angelic beings. They greeted me as if they’d just seen me a second ago, which was very confusing because at first I thought they were doctors.
I was pretty angry when they asked me what I wanted to do. I demanded to know what kind of hospital I was in and what they were going to do for me, since I was the one with a broken body. They just shushed me and said ‘we recommend you go back and finish your work.’ That’s when it hit me that I wasn’t in a hospital but on the other side.
“I initially thought I was in a hospital because there were people waiting in line (yes, there are lines on the other side and you do have to wait when you pass over). I thought they were patients and that the angelic beings were doctors. At that point in my life I really didn’t believe in God or an afterlife. Before it was my turn to see the ‘doctors’ I saw my whole life running like a slide show — very fast. Yet I was able to understand and see each one with precise detail.
In these slides I saw all of my f*&#-ups from childhood to present. I felt a terrible stomach pain which was very strong and very unique — unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Even though I’d had many bodily injuries in life and am familiar with pain, this particular pain was very different. Kind of like an urgent need get to the bathroom, except one is not available.
“Moments later, I noticed everyone around me was wearing what looked like white hospital robes. Yet I felt exceptionally healthy, relaxed and comfortable — just like everyone else did. I also felt as if I was home, which was very strange because I do not like hospitals. But I was happy the stomach pain was gone. I also noticed that there were no religions – everyone was treated the same. I comprehended that very quickly which is why I feel so strongly about the hatred that exists on earth in the name of religion. My advice to readers is to avoid hate because you will regret it later on.”
I know many readers will not like my ideas about real estate. But after studying history and living in a world where elitists amass unlimited amounts of real estate and use it to control others, I know my concept of real estate and land ownership in Salvation Time is right. One of the most enjoyable things about writing my book was fusing fact and fiction to make my points. With real estate, I took this report from excellent journalist/blogger Stacy McCain about New York City Mayor Bill De Blasio’s actual motivation for wanting to outlaw iconic Central Park horse and carriage rides:
“The bad guy in this drama, according to the carriage drivers, is Steve Nislick, chief executive officer of a New Jersey-based real-estate development company, Edison Properties. The company ‘employs legions of lobbyists to influence city decisions on real estate and zoning in its favor,’ journalist Michael Gross reported in 2009, pointing out that two of Edison’s businesses ‘have multiple locations in the same Far West Midtown neighborhood as the stables where the Central Park horses are housed.’ An anti-carriage pamphlet Nislick circulated in 2008 made this interesting observation: ‘Currently, the stables consist of 64,000 square feet of valuable real estate on lots that could accomodate up to 150,000 square feet of development. These lots could be sold for new development.’
Gross asked the obvious question: ‘What are the odds that good neighbor Nislick, the out-of-state real estate developer, simply covets those valuable, underdeveloped New York lots — and has teamed up with ambitious pols to use the emotions of animal rights activists as fuel for their own agendas?’”
Since my characters travel to New York City in Step Three, I decided to incorporate McCain’s story into a fictional event 400 years into the future when four Arusha City teens decide to take a romantic horse and carriage ride through Central Park:
“Wow, this is so beautiful!” Ruth Bader Ginsberg gushed. She was seated with Mao Tse Tung, Golda Meir and George Chamberlain in a lovely carriage pulled by a magnificent white horse through New York’s famous Central Park. Earlier that day the boys had surprised both girls with an invitation to experience one of the city’s most famous attractions during their free time. When the foursome had arrived at Central Park South between 5th and 6th avenues Ruth and Golda squealed with delight at all of the gorgeous horses just waiting to offer tourists an unforgettable ride through Central Park and Manhattan.
Their friendly carriage driver Marty—a tall, handsome guy with sparkling blue eyes and a warm smile—welcomed them to the city and offered them a hand into the elegant, old-fashioned transport.
“Welcome to New York City! I’m honored to be the one taking you on this tour of Central Park. This here’s Liberty,” he explained with a nod to the horse. Then as they settled into the black cushioned seat he asked, “So, are you all enjoying your stay so far?”
“Yeah, it’s great! I’ve never seen so many skyscrapers, museums and stores in one place!” Golda exclaimed. “But I think this is going to be my favorite part of New York.”
The sun was beginning to set, filtering golden rays of light through the trees and casting an orange glow on the tall buildings in the distance.
“Mine too,” George agreed, placing an arm about her and giving her an affectionate squeeze.
As Marty led the horse out of the line-up and onto the tour route he explained how this longstanding New York City tradition had nearly been destroyed by a corrupt, collectivist mayor named Bill De Blasio.
“Wait! I thought the carriage rides made a lot of money for the city,” Tung challenged. “Why would a mayor want to outlaw them? Wouldn’t people like you lose their jobs if that happened?”
“Absolutely! But Mayor De Blasio didn’t care about any of that. He was in cahoots with his greedy real estate crony Steve Nislick. I know for a fact you guys studied collectivism in your history class. De Blasio was nothing more than a modern-day communist who used propaganda very effectively. He claimed he wanted to outlaw horse and carriage rides because of animal cruelty. But as with all commies, the reality did not match the rhetoric. In truth, he and Nislick wanted to seize the 64,000 acres the horse stables stood on so that they could develop hotels and make even more money for themselves—the little people be damned!”
“Wow that is unbelievable!” Ruth exclaimed.
“Well, it was the End Days,” Mao reminded her. “It’s bad but not surprising.”
“Yeah, it kind of reminds me of my ancestor’s horrible Kelo decision to seize private property,” she sighed. “Except this was about taking good jobs away from good people and ruining other people’s fun.”
“So what happened, Marty?” Golda asked. “I mean, obviously they didn’t get their way or we wouldn’t be here right now.”
“No ma’am, they did not, thanks as always to ordinary people who fought back. It was a tough go for a while but common sense prevailed. That’s one reason why in Salvation Time no one person is allowed to own more than 50 farming acres and they cannot own more than three private residences. Commercial real estate is limited to either five shopping centers or 25 stores, whichever is greater. And when a homeowner dies, they cannot leave their home to their children unless there’s a physical or mental handicap that would create a hardship by moving them. Otherwise, they must sell the home. Of course, they keep the money from the sale but the house must transfer ownership to someone else, a non-relative. Many people complained about that at first but it’s to prevent the out-of-control corruption we had in the End Days when a single person could own unlimited real estate and use it to control and manipulate others.”
The teens listened attentively before a thoughtful Chamberlain had another question.
“Marty, can I ask you something?”
“You seem like a really intelligent guy. I’m not putting down your line of work but something tells me you haven’t always been a carriage driver.”
He burst out laughing while Golda gave her beau a sharp nudge, believing it to be a rude question.
“Thanks for the compliment, George,” he answered. “You’re right I haven’t always done this for a living. After I had a great career in finance and made plenty of money helping entrepreneurs achieve their dreams I decided I wanted to do something less stressful with my life. So here I am.”
“Good for you!” Ruth enthused.
“Shall we continue?” Marty asked, his azure eyes twinkling. The foursome gave him a hearty “yes” in unison. Then clearing his throat he announced his official transition from friendly political junkie to formal tour guide as he began to share factual information about passing landmarks.
What do you think of my ideas about limiting real estate ownership? Too much? Just right? Please contact me here as I would love to hear from you.
This is a loaded topic in today’s world, with plenty of animosity going back and forth on both sides of the debate. So let me answer my own question: Is homosexuality a choice? Yes it is — just like all other aspects of a human being’s life (country, family, race, height, handicaps, etc) are also choices a soul makes before being born into a physical body.
In my novel, there are four homosexual characters who understand and acknowledge that they’ve chosen to be homosexuals in their current incarnation. They have very familiar names: Hillary Rodham, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, David Duke and Harry Reid.
I felt strongly about including some homosexual characters to make the point that many souls willingly come to earth as human beings with this sexual orientation for the purpose of soul growth and development. That’s because they face unique and difficult challenges. I tried to bring this out in the dialogue between the characters, for example, this little interaction in a Paris boutique in Step Three:
Bader Ginsberg’s black cheeks turned red as she watched them approach, realizing her flimsy excuse about needing some time alone hadn’t deterred suspicious minds. The French sales girl observed the scene with amusement.
“May I help you, ladies?” she asked innocently.
“Oh we’re just here to look around,” Hillary answered.
“You mean spy on me, don’t you?” Ruth shot back angrily.
“Oh come on, Ruth, lighten up!” Golda encouraged her.
“We’re all friends here. And if Hillary and Debbie are brave enough to go public with their love you should be, too. Besides, we all know you have it bad for Mao—even if he does stink something fierce.”
“Stop it!” Ruth defended him. “He’s been working hard on his hygiene and he smells much better.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Debbie quizzed. “To help him along?” With that, the trio dissolved into giggles.
“Ladies, if you cannot behave I will have to ask you to leave,” the sales clerk warned partly out of sympathy for Ruth and partly because she wanted to close a good sale tonight.
“We’re sorry,” Hillary finally managed to blurt out. Ruth just stood there with her hands on her hips, more agitated than ever as she glared at them.
“You know, the two of you ought to have a little more sympathy,” she chided the lesbians. “Even now in Salvation Days knowing it’s a soul’s choice, it’s still hard for some to accept homosexuality. And I never once made fun of you when you decided to announce your relationship on the train last night. So the least you could do is show me some respect.”
“Oh my God, you’re right,” Hillary conceded sincerely as she absorbed the meaning of her words. “We’re sorry,” she added, “we had no right to make fun of you for falling in love, no matter who it is.”
Later, Mr. Bauer proves once again that he’s an understanding, compassionate and concerned teacher in this interaction with David Duke:
Thus assured, David Duke shot out of the car and ran in the direction of his travel companions, reeling with excitement about the future. But just as he was about to reach the designated meeting place, he was stopped in his tracks by Mr. Bauer.
“You’re late Mr. Duke,” he declared.
“I know, sir and I’m sorry. I thought a few minutes wouldn’t make a big difference,” he softly replied.
“Ah but it does Mr. Duke, especially to the one who’s responsible for 21 teenagers.”
“You’re right, sir. I apologize again.”
“May I ask what detained you?”
For a few minutes he stammered and stuttered, his black cheeks burning.
“Mr. Duke, don’t worry everyone else is safely inside the bus already with strict orders not to move. No one will hear us.” The teacher instinctively knew what the student was about to confess but wanted him to own up to it in his own words.
“Uh, Mr. Bauer I met someone and fell in love tonight,” he finally blurted out.
“You mean the young man in the sports car who dropped you off?”
“Yes, sir. His name is Harry Reid and he manages a bar and restaurant called Boardwalk in Wilton Manors. I found it on an internet search and decided to check it out. I never intended to break curfew like that or—”
“Please tell me you were very careful, Mr. Duke?”
“Oh yes sir, we were. We used protection,” the student assured him quietly.
“Excellent,” the teacher continued. “Look Mr. Duke, we all understand now in Salvation Time that homosexuality is a choice. It’s a lifestyle some souls choose before coming to earth to provide the mental challenges needed to advance to the next level. Your soul made a decision to be a gay man this time around, and I respect that.
“However, our physical bodies were not made for this type of sexual activity so I want you to promise me that you’ll always be very careful.”
A relieved Duke thanked his teacher and assured him he’d always be mindful of this sage advice. Besides, he was fairly certain he’d just met the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with in a monogamous relationship.
“Well congratulations and best of luck to both of you,” Mr. Bauer enthused, placing an arm about the student as the both walked toward the bus. “Just remember it is never ok to break curfew, no matter how wonderful the reason or how handsome the guy.”
‘Thought Provoking, Viable Solutions to Real World Problems’ – One Supreme Goddess Reviews Steps To Salvation
Thank you to One Supreme Goddess of The Twisters.org for this review of my book:
“Many of us believe that we have all the answers to the world’s problems, but not many of us can put those thoughts and ideas into words, let alone create a workable plan. With the help of Daria DiGiovanni, Shlomo has done just that with his new book, Steps To Salvation.
With the interesting, entertaining and creative vehicle of combining current event and past history with fiction, he’s taken his ideas and created an environment that brings them to a viable life in a very entertaining way.
While some may take exception to Shlomo’s idea of visiting the sins of our ancestors on their future generations, he has created a very interesting way for families of infamous and often vile individuals like Adolph Hitler and Charles Manson to not only atone for the sins of the past but by admitting and understanding what happened, learning from the past and through the good character and deeds of the generations that follow, to eventually somewhat redeem their family names.
Shlomo has offered up many thought provoking and seemingly viable, solutions to real world problems such as inexpensive ways to produce food, ways to keep politicians from becoming corrupt power mongers and he has even presented a way to resolve not only overcrowded prisons but actually rehabilitating criminals by allowing them to chose to be productive citizens, to name just a few.
Whether you agree with his ideas or not, Shlomo weaves a very interesting and thought provoking story that combines many interesting ideas, current events, history and fiction in a very entertaining way and isn’t that what we all seek in an enjoyable read.”
Visit her blog here. The book will be available soon. Stay tuned.
In my post No More Political Dynasties, I explained why all countries of the world — not just the United States — must abandon the idea of centralized power, especially when it’s concentrated and passed down through the same families. Whether it’s Kennedy, Bush, or Clinton the entitlement mentality of members of elite political families is a threat to individual liberty.
That’s why in Step Three of my book, I wrote a scene in which Mr. Bauer and his students visit Washington D.C. and the White House Museum – Former Residence of the President of the United States. Their tour guide has a very familiar name, too:
“Hello everyone, my name is Piper Palin and I’ll be your tour guide for the White House Museum today,” a lovely young woman of about 25 years announced with a smile. She had long, shiny, chestnut-colored hair, hazel eyes and a genuine disposition as she greeted the Arusha travelers outside of the building that once housed US Presidents and their families during the End Days. Although it was a hot, humid Washington D.C. morning Piper’s crisp, neat appearance was completely unaffected. Kissinger looked at her in amazement as he wiped his sweaty brow with his handkerchief and felt the moisture beginning to saturate his shirt. He couldn’t wait to get inside the air-conditioned building.
Once inside the cool building Piper led them through the Oval Office, various parlors and eventually the Rose Garden, pointing out the historical significance of each attraction. Large framed photos of US Presidents from George Washington to Sarah Palin still graced the walls but Piper had been quick to point out that her great-great grandmother was the last one to have had the honor—and only because of intense pressure from everyday citizens who were thrilled to have elected her the first female President of the United States. Palin’s administration had initiated the 400-year tradition of presidents and their cabinets living in their own humble homes, working in modest offices and driving their own cars to and from work.
“Wow, she’s even more beautiful than her internet pictures,” Hillary gasped as she and Debbie stood staring at the painting.
“Beauty, brains and accomplishment—no wonder so many people liked her!”
“Yes, and what a great leader too,” Debbie agreed. “When the rest of the world had abandoned Israel, she stood by Eyal Grad. I can see why she was one of the Salvation Twelve.”
Nearby, George W. Bush took in the sight of his ancestor’s portrait with utter amazement. He couldn’t believe he looked exactly like the 43rd President of the United States—except for his dark black skin, of course. Even though he’d seen pictures of G.W. Bush on the internet, the larger-than-life portrait showcased their shared facial features with shocking clarity. For the longest time all he could do was stare at it. Standing in the Oval Office, young Bill Clinton thought back to the Monica Lewinsky scandal that had nearly ruined his ancestor’s presidency.
Although he felt shame for President William Jefferson Clinton’s lack of decorum and judgment in luring a much younger woman into the people’s house for sex, he was thankful to have chosen the same kind of family libido for this incarnation. As he strolled around the room it occurred to him that perhaps he could become a filmmaker like Spielberg—except he would produce pornography films for Sin City in Arusha. Maybe someday he could even become an owner of a porno production company, too. This would be a safe way for him to satisfy his sexual urges without hurting anyone else and it would certainly be in line with his Life Purpose Class results which had pointed him toward a career in the arts. Bill smiled as he visualized his success.
In this new reality called Salvation Time, all politicians live in their own homes (which they pay for with their own money), drive themselves to work in their own cars (which they also pay for themselves) and do the people’s business in modest offices. Governments are streamlined and operate efficiently on a very tight budget because all of the material trappings of power have been stripped away. This enables everyday people to freely pursue their goals and thrive personally and professionally in a system of positive capitalism.
What do you think? Do you agree we should eliminate political dynasties? How do you feel about turning the White House into a museum?
New Book, Steps to Salvation, inspired by author’s Near Death Experience, reveals his practical vision for worldwide limited government, fulfills his promise to the angels ‘to go back and finish his work’.
In his first book, Steps to Salvation, Israeli born-and-raised Shlomo Attia – a resident of South Florida since 1990 — redefines the concept of Salvation and incorporates his own Near Death Experience into a thought-provoking journey through history.
Set in the year 2412 in Arusha Africa, this fantasy novel tells the story of how a terrorist attack at the G20 Summit in 2012 sends twelve world leaders to The Other Side where God’s selected project manager Moses and a cast of Ascended Masters and Advanced Souls give them their assignment: bring Salvation to Earth.
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Many thanks to author Renee Gatz for reading my book and writing the following review:
“An innovative and provocative work of fiction that will give readers much to contemplate about how the decisions of past global leaders have brought about our current state of living, what the future could look like and how solutions born from a desire to secure a better quality of life for all rather than the few improved the human experience. The book contains all the hot-button issues of the day and promises to educate, inspire and based on your personal beliefs could raise your ire, cause you to cheer or find areas of agreement and disagreement. There will be much to discuss and debate at your next book group meeting.”
And please stay tuned for updates as I expect to receive the galley copy in the next few days. If all looks good, we’ll release the book very soon!