What would have been

His old self
Laval, QC, July 2009

My father would have been 76 today. In the little-over-a-year since we lost him, I've wrestled with how I should mark the various milestones that have come and gone in his absence. Birthdays, anniversaries, whatever they are, the calendar has a nasty habit of serving up bitterness just when you thought you could handle the memories.

Well, I'm learning that there is no "should", no pat schedule that governs how we are expected to mark these events, no rules that determine whether or not it's acceptable to post a photo or even mark the day at all. So in the absence of a defined framework, I've simply decided to do what feels right to me. And sharing this specific photo feels right.

Why this one? I could have chosen any picture from the few months leading up to last September. But there's something in this one that all the others lack. It's likely the final picture of him where he looks...like himself. Not sick, not tired, not resigned to whatever comes next. No, here, at this moment, he was dressed nattily, his usual sharp-looking self, holding court with a crowd of people gathered at a party, because no one worked a crowd as well as he did.

What I remember from that night was his voice was strong, his eyes were sparkling, his spirit was intact. He bantered with me as I shoved the camera in his face, as I had done so often throughout our shared life. He was my dad as I had always known him, and for once I didn't have to play with the camera to shield what years of sickness had done to him.

It's too late for birthdays, of course, but I felt I needed to remember the day, his day, in some way. Thank you for your indulgence.

Chilean Mine Rescue Video - Plus more insight!

I just posted a new video presentation titled A Sign From God - Chilean Miner Rescue - The Real Witness of the T-Shirt. The video features the meaning of the t-shirt and how the man appeared with the rest of their apparel, including some insight that has not yet been recorded in this blog.

Here's some more observations about the mine incident.

If you're familiar with the resurrection and regeneration modeling of the raising of the miners out of the womb of the earth and you compare it to the ancient Egyptian myth, so called, of Osiris, Isis and Horus, you can identify the miner as the offspring Horus. Like most children he resembles both his parents, having the green skin of his Dad Osiris (green coveralls under the t-shirt) and the star of his Mom, Isis. The five pointed star has been known as the star of Isis, and, to the Egyptians, the star represented the underground womb.

On the back of the t-shirt, Psalm 95:4 is printed. 'In His hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him.' The message on the back, even though it's right from the Bible (which the Devil could recite forwards and backwards), we can and should interpret this in a manner consistent with the context of the rest of the shirt. The men wearing the message had arisen out of the "depths of the earth" as from the underworld, the domain of Osiris and womb of Isis. Their offspring Horus is associated with the mountain peak, too! A mountain is a symbol of a kingdom. The Beast's kingdom is commonly represented as a pyramid. The Beast is the head of his kingdom like the capstone of the pyramid, which is, as on the dollar bill, commonly recognized as the eye of Horus!

Freemasons have Bibles featured in their temples and in many rituals. This does not mean they worship the author. The verse on the back is a legitimate passage from the word of God, but it is being leveraged for evil. Consider the context. Connect the dots.

Even the numbers of the passage signal the meaning of the sign, producing the single digit number of the Beast transformation, the number 9. In the verse reference of Psalm 45:9, there's a 9, and also 4+5=9. Also, 45+9 = 54 -- 5+4=9. Also 4+5+9=18 -- 1+8=9. These things aren't random. The Lord planned this a long, long time ago!

Here are some more relevant instances of the number 13. During the rescue effort, of the three parallel drilling operations, the one that succeeded first and thus drilled the hole used in the rescue was called Plan B.


Plan B used a Schramm T130 (13*10), a device that could drill at more than 130 (13*10) ft. per day. ("The percussion-technology hammer drill could drill at more than 40 metres (130 ft) a day by using four hammers instead of one." - Wikipedia) This drilling operation concluded on October 9 (another 9!) taking 33 days to complete (another 33! 3*3=9). The widened shaft, drilled in three stages, reached the trapped miners at 08:05 CLDT on 9 October. 8+5=13!

[updated] Another 69 (the double digit triple-helix number) can be seen in the three stages of drilling. Three passes were made through the about 2300 foot depth to drill and widen the shaft. 3*2300=69x100 total depth drilled!



Now, some of you are familiar with my history and know the schedule of events of the Lord's coming has been a pretty constant theme. There's one more number found in the Chilean mine incident that relates to my present understanding, the number 28. I'll expand on this in a moment but I wanted to give you some links you'll find relevant.

You can listen to the last two radio shows where I appeared as a guest here on BlogTalkRadio's FallenAngelsTV. Links to download these 2 hour shows:
[MP3] Bob Schlenker - Can We Know The Time of the End - October 30, 2010
[MP3] 2 Book of Esdras - Warnings - October 23, 2010

In the most recent show, we (myself as the guest plus Zen and the other hosts, Kevin and Allen) really enjoyed discussing how some will know when the Lord will come in advance of His coming. Yes, the time is "knowable"! Because of this, there's no need to be timid or apologetic when pursuing what the Lord is revealing about His schedule. You may recall how excited I've gotten in a few blog posts about instances of "three things and then four" being found, which speaks to me as validation of what I believe the Lord revealed to me in April 2008. The numbers I'm about to present compare, as I show in the time line graphic below.

The capsule in which the 33 men were rescued was the Fénix 2. The capsule was 54 centimetres (21 in) in diameter. The diameter of the rescue bore hole was 66 centimetres (26 in). However, The actual bore of the Plan B shaft is given as 71 cm, or 28 inches! What is actually presented is a 21 inside the 28!

"The Feast of the Beast is associated with the number 28 (as well as its reverse 82, and as well as the combination 7 times 4)" FEAST OF THE BEAST - by Fritz Springmeier.

I hope to be developing this further, and I already have a body of very interesting notes logged, but the premise has been given and you may pursue it according to your interest!


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Candle in the wind

That warm glow
London, ON, October 2010

As we continue our exploration of all things yellow (follow your mouse here for more Thematic Photographic yellow-themed goodness) it occurs to me that this particular optical wavelength is more commonly associated with happiness than more sober colors like, say, grey or black.

I don't know why this is so, or why some colors tend to mean different things in different cultures. In my own stumblings through the universe, yellow has always cast a happy glow over my life. It was a warm, sunny day when I first met the woman I'd someday marry. The bike that carried me ultra-long distances across town during my most hard-core years as a bike commuter was banana-yellow. Speaking of bananas, I wouldn't have had the stamina to ride that far without them. All in all, yellow's been good to me.

And so we come to these candles. Every Friday, my wife lights them with our daughter. It's a tradition, both in our home and in the legacy of who we are. Mothers and daughters light candles to welcome in Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath). Everything stops as they light them and say the blessing, then wish everyone in the house a happy and peaceful Shabbat. It's a small thing, really, but such a touchstone of our family and our daughter's relationship with her mom that it's something I've long tried to capture with a camera.

I doubt this picture does the trick, but it'll have to suffice for now. Because that friendly yellow glow simply continues the warm fuzzies I've long felt every time I cross paths with a certain woman who inexplicably still loves me. Thank goodness for small miracles.

Your turn: Do you have a color/life/happy to share? Please do!

One more thing: Please find the person closest to you and wish him/her a happy new month. It's a small thing, I know. But small things add up.