Letter to (Y)our President

Hello Divine readers! I know it's been a hiatus, and not for a lack of unexposed truth and enlightenment to be told. That is not the basis of this article, though, and I will not begin to explain that story now. I will eventually update my bio and if you're interested you can read there.Regarding this topic, I will prelude with where you are and from where this piece’s motivation derives. 

           Divine America has always attempted to expose the violations of humanity that are

destructive to our inherent future--that is, the generations to come. Our foundations for discussion at Divine America also recognizes in that violations occur on all sides of all peoples’ coins. As such, there's no recognition within the Divine America of law and governance, you could say, a bit anarchy. There is only respect for natural law, compassion, and blunt freedom (though, I do try to keep my terms of a PG rating, F-bombs are very prominent in the discussion of freedom). That said—Divine America does not seek to align itself with compliance to man-made laws, and further, selecting a “leader” out of a pool of secret society sinisters. There is no support to be found here for the henchman of the state who enforce the mafia-style tactics of extortionist governments. There will be no censorship to protect you from the offenses of my two cents, and my two cents shall be unmerciful. What that means is you're likely be offended at some point here, no matter what side of any coin you fall on. Freedom does not concern itself with sensitivity, just as peace does not find itself without weapons. Words are our weapons which cannot be taken effortlessly (for now).

Status tends to determine how impacting those words can be, as we've seen in so many presidencies already. That is what we are here to expose. That is why the following is dictated to (Y)our President. No part was taken, or written, to acknowledge the running candidates, or to sway readers as a means of demonstrating our favor towards one side over the other. We have identified actions of the candidates that exemplify condemnation and prohibition of freedom, a task in which more worldly leaders are interested than we care to acknowledge. However, if the rest of the country wants to participate in the illusive games put on for them by the elected leaders, then so be it...knock yourselves out. I’m just going to quietly write about it, as is my freedom to do so. Now, let's get to the meat and potatoes of a Letter to (Y)our President…

Dear Mr. Trump,

I have remained an observer throughout the progression of your role as president. From candidate to elect, you certainly reached the hearts and minds of many. Some would even go so far as to credit you the answer to their prayers and a messiah of sorts. Considering how many said the same of Mr. Obama, I’m sure that does not impress you to know. After all, who was really impressed with any of Obama’s accomplishments? Those who were are questionably still free to expand their misguided views of what is good and right for America. Like the remaining chip that brought the Terminator back, Obamanites are with us now and forever, threatening to reign down a plague of new age communism shrouded in rainbows and leather and screaming about equality for the emerging 23 sexes they’re questioning themselves to be.

Mr. Trump, your own zombies are no better, and (although criticism is steadily amassing against) you are of the status influential enough to have steered that herd in a direction that has not made America great... at all (not that it ever was, despite what the slogan implies). America has never been great for everyone. She could be. There are certainly examples throughout the few hundred years of her existence in which multitudes of the cultures that make up our country have found common ground in our coexistence and made life rewarding to explore. To say, though, that we have ever been great enough to take our nation back to a time in which you feel it was would be immensely limiting to our potential as a growing leader among nations. Unfortunately to the globe, we stand poised like a pit bull ready for a fight. While I dislike using such a reference as I have an affection for the poorly reputed pups, it's fitting, because much like the behaviors of an angry pit bull, it's directly influenced by poor upbringing. Poor 'Merica here was raised on blood shed, tears, and deceit. 

But America is still young when compared to other countries across the globe, and currently we are the spitting image of the spoiled only-child of rich folks. It’s not just the snowflakes crying over every little thing that offends them, or the self-absorbed capitalists and republicans (who are so far out of touch with the citizens it's amazing they took office). It’s the lack of compassion our country has been able to discover since inception that prohibits us from becoming the truly great America we were meant to be. Like a plague, this cruel nature has been adopted by the majority of Americans. To have compassion does not mean to let the world walk all over us. It means to have the world respect our nation and take example from us to make their own country better. It is unfathomable to comprehend how we are so many “leaders” into the growth of America, and we have yet to realize the secret sauce to inspiring our nation and the world.

You are clearly a person of great influence--that is obvious. I would dare you to acknowledge, though, that your current influence will not contribute to Greater America. There have been great strides in developing Global Peace--let's not discredit that; but it pleads to know how vested you truly are in peace, when the attitude towards our nearest neighbors is “stay out or else!” The backlash of certain images has thankfully put a halt on separating families, which is what inspired this letter. Unfortunately, the damages are done to those who have already endured so much. Actions such as these beg to question if we all truly understand the founding of this nation, and if so, why we have not progressed from our poor tactics in immigration matters.

I would jest that the Great Wall of China was not exactly built under optimal conditions or funding, and they got it done; but quite frankly, isn’t it about time that we stop acting like this earth is ours to encapsulate in imaginary borders and lines of ownership. What’s more perplexing is why we have not one-upped the Great Wall with a Great Opportunity. Supposing it’s because we have fixated on keeping our southern friends out, we will never come to resolve that pesky border situation, because clearly, they want in.

            In acknowledging that our existence on this floating (very round) rock is one shared together, despite what we think are our differences; we might begin to see a vision similar in nobility to that of Martin Luther King’s (except in which people are not barred by territorial walls--physical or imagined). The Earth was not made so vast in order to prohibit her creatures from exploring it, but to encourage the migration of inhabitants to gain experiences. Sorrowfully, the travels of some are inspired by negative circumstances; something in which most Americans do not have a fresh take. Divine America is not oblivious to this fact.

            Instead of becoming a true answer to the prayers of people, and a nation to be respected, we find further ways to indignify them and embarrass ourselves. Of course, it makes sense to know and identify the people coming into the country (and more specifically, what they may be carrying into the country with them) as a means of “keeping our country safe” (this is what compromise looks like). What does not seem so compromising is the lack of finally establishing a permanent solution to the flux of incoming people at our southern border. Supposing on this side of the border, we’ve forgotten that we are dealing with people. It has been a time since any native-born Americans have had to endure the kind of hardships that would force them to flee their country. Sure, the Trump-testers with their public squalling would have outsiders believe otherwise, but the reality is that most Americans have it cushy enough not to want to leave the country (even over an undesirable in the white house, but I think it's safe to say we have all experienced that).

            In the effort of world peace, one would think “leaders” by now would recognize the importance of not closing doors per se. In fact, why have we not tried building doors?

There’s a claim that many Americans are in need of work. Great! Sounds like there’s an opportunity for building housing facilities along the borders for accommodating large numbers of displaced people. Sounds like there is an opportunity for processors, data entry specialists, analysts, and educators to begin processing the people coming in. Whether it takes a year, or ten, these facilities should be a self-maintained community, equipped to assist these families in finding their place appropriately within our country, as well as to funnel out the threats.

Naturally, extending opportunities to those with a mutual interest in progressively changing their lives and the lives of their children, will result in a eagerness to cooperate with our processes and even adopt some of our American traditions. More so, our borders become more protected, and resourceful to our entire country as the inhabitants can secure and farm the land, contributing in many ways to our economic growth, and international relations.

Such work-entry compromises would satisfy all parties, yet America acts like this is alien education. Unlike the snowflakes who arrive to the table with all-whining complaints and no real solutions, Divine America does not pretend the world is all puppies and kittens, and we come with real solutions. Such a feat is not as simple as waving a magic wand, except for you with a magic pen. Clearly, you are a smart man, but I fear not at all in touch with compassion for people. You have the ability to make peace through force, but you have yet to realize the solutions to the issues at the border. Perhaps it’s because like most, you are not seeing the real issue. This world is so small. As such, one would imagine the common goal of any leader upon her to be that of good-for-all. We are all susceptible to the same tragedies. Eventually, there will be one that comes to remind us the Earth was never ours to claim or conquer, and that we are merely a guest upon her. Just as any other inhabitant before us, we can fall at her whim. 

                                    Sincerely,                                           

Divine America                                  

Amidst Brewing Division, America Intends to Vote. Again.

With curiosity spanning across the nation regarding military training practices, U.S. debt on the rise, and friendships with Cuba restored; the 2016 elections are shaping up to be chock full of irrelevant fluff, as usual. But, what difference does it make? Hillary Clinton is on the ballot with a promise of a “New Adventure” and a “New Chapter,” which sounds neither promising or like an adventure America wants to take. Not that we are tired of the flip-flop promises delivered by politicians to land their seat, but selecting a President that will do the job right is about as challenging as finding the right woman. Unlike politicians, how to attract women comes in a handy guide. Politicians come with dirt—literally and figuratively.

The years leading up to the next election have certainly provided an eye-opening experience for most Americans (as is proven by the positively-named Presidential Approval rating sitting below 50 percent). All these eyes are now focused on the mudslinging debates in hopes of selecting the next potential hope for the U.S. Fortunately, with real issues like education and unemployment on the backburner, Americans can continue to divide themselves over concerning pushes for gun control, immigration, global warming, and abortion.

Luckily, plenty of candidates are running for each party; but Donald Trump’s presence on the Republican card certainly trumps the playing field—with curiosity. With his exemplary skills showcased in his hit reality show - The Apprentice, Trump’s familiarity with a large voting populace may prove to the Republican advantage. Hopefully, however, he has deep enough pockets to keep the rumor mill at bay; otherwise, the nation might realize he’s not as rich or powerful as he illuminates himself to be.Honestly, it's just a shame we didn't listen to him about Obama.

One thing is for sure, the election of 2016 is going to be a turning point for the country. Dirty laundry is being flung and scandals revealed, and America is ready and waiting for it with voter I.D. in hand… or not. And while there is a growing concern for the usefulness of the vote (or its integrity for that matter), America— whether they believe in the vote, or are just going through motions— intends to do just that: vote. Again.

Heart & Soul-dier; the Longwinded Explanation why a Soldier will Shoot You When SHTF

When one reflects on the impending doom awaiting us at the end of any cycle—be it personal or worldly—it becomes a daunting reality as to how royally screwed we really are. Even as I write this (which at first is done by hand on paper), I condemn myself for my blessed curse. For why must words come so effortlessly when I sit with pen and paper, yet flee at the site of a computer screen? Every decent writer likely has the top-rated voice recognition software, I tell myself. Of course, I do too, but like losing weight—nothing is going to happen by nonuse and eating chocolate. Just owning the software and installing does not a page of words create.

But just as I’ve been blessed with the skill of words, it doesn’t extend beyond the paper. Being not the type for public speaking—or maybe just speaking my thoughts out loud—the idea of talking to my computer has not gone well, and therefore, I must continue to write by hand. This is great for so many reasons, and has very much to do with the past, present, and future traditions of our “great” nation, while breaking down the notion of whether or not our military will open fire on citizens. As the title suggests, it’s kinda longwinded. But you’ll understand, I don’t apologize for that.

So what could be so great about writing by hand? I mean, it takes longer, and the potential to forget what I was thinking before I get it written down is pretty high. On top of that, once I get it all jotted down fast enough, there’s the likely event that I can’t read half of what I wrote.

What’s so great is that, as with any art, it takes time and focus to write something amazing—not just a blog or book, but anything people take something from, like a life lesson, or something. How’s that for ‘great with words?’ The point is, it takes a lot of love to commit to our art—to anything—that in 

this fast-paced world will consume so much of our short time here. It’s the very reason why art is transforming into a digital monster, being used by industries such as marketing, film, and entertainment. We are able to mass-produce digital art quickly and without real thought or emotion, without knowing we’re really pushing out messages to the human mind. We push words out quickly to achieve a number of “likes” or “shares” and we don’t have a real concern for what the words say or mean. In most cases, we share things that we think are pretty awesome, pretty cute, pretty sexy, or pretty disturbing. And if it’s not that it’s advertising. By slowing down and focusing on a message, writing it down first is like my “think before I speak” moment. In the immediacy of updating Facebook and twitter of exactly what we’re thinking, or doing, at this exact moment, this filter has been lost—along with our ability to proofread. So guilty.

 

Whether we admit to it or not, it is a sort of desensitization to real-life scenarios—a screen, or veil we cast over ourselves that says “it’s okay to say this because the majority of people are saying it and a lot of people will like it.” An hour from now, you’ll either have sparked the daily Facebook piss-off that gets a lot of comments of varied ideas, or will have passed with little more than a few “amens.”

Often, the person who spends time focusing and putting love into their art reap the most beneficial experiences. It’s great that I can’t be bought into another product of the mass-producing agenda, because it gives me time to think and rethink. Is whatever I’m putting out expressing my full potential in whatever it is I do?

What about what you do? Are you among the vast majority who’s plugged into the digital revolution?

Many don’t like the word “revolution” which seems silly to me. The human race has terms to identify all kinds of things and then shies away from using those terms out of fear or offense. The truth is we label things because it’s easier than getting to know exactly what they are. It’s easier to formulate an idea with a label attached to it and simply identify things by that label. But let’s not go there just yet.

Not many are blessed with the ability to educate others (or know-how for that matter). After four years of homeschooling, I will say it hasn’t always been fun or easy, but most blessings never are. Anyway the opportunity has afforded me the chance to educate myself in areas I never would have again. For instance history; strangely, I love history, but it’s written so dully that I often fall asleep before I ever really absorb what I’m reading. Now that the world is going to hell and a hand basket and I have to teach my kids about history (because the public school system failed), it’s real easy to see where we went wrong. To make a long story longer, homeschooling demanded my love and focus on my kids and help me to identify a truth that every revolution—while seemingly good—has pulled us further and further away from what it appears (more and more every day) we are supposed to be.

From even the time when caveman began simplifying work, we have done nothing but find easier ways and solutions to everyday situations. We left the thinking up to inventors and enjoy the luxury of being able to sit back with our feet up for just a few minutes longer. The result of such movements has been the populace we have today, full of couch potatoes and keyboard warriors talking about the very revolution that they’ll not take part in, that is—unless upon a very specific set of terms, and on a weekend because they have work on Monday.

Effectively, we’ve exchanged the concept of “love for one’s country” to “love for status.” It’s that overwhelming sense of pride and loyalty one feels to his nation (as it has been so kind and rewarding to him) that inspires him to take arms against all enemies foreign and domestic, who would threaten the traditions and values we uphold most. Traditions as simple as the pen to the paper. But we don’t have a love for country.

We implemented, just as we did everywhere else—a system of hierarchy. At every level of the populace hierarchy based on value of one’s assets became the lay of the land. We appointed others to hold authority over us—we who were all created equal and free (wo)men-- as if vested with power from a higher being, these people somehow held the prerequisites to hold such authority over us. Were they gods? Cause gods are the only beings to which we give power over ourselves. They were not gods… but they lead us to believe only they could reach God.

And because property and material possessions determine the worth of a person, we have textiles beaming mass made art to display on your appearance exactly who you are and what you stand for. People and companies profit in the billions while the world swarms in a cesspool of vile thoughts and outlets to express them immediately and without thought and emotion. That’s a bit judgmental. Though, considering we have the freedom of speech, it could be written off as just a difference of opinion that doesn’t matter, because it really doesn’t hurt anyone.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your type) we have become too much of competitive nation for all the wrong reasons. We’ve made no advancements out of a loving, true desire to make a difference in anyone’s life, but our own. How often have we initiated something with the thinking that this is going to pay off? We’ve been conditioned to call pay raises, bonuses, and benefits motivators; but the reality is, they are simply distractions that pull us further away from the very things they don’t want us to see. When you start researching and seeking things on this level, you do so out of love, and you begin to pick up on a pattern of violations against the loving nature of our being since the dawn of man. You understand why they outlawed certain music, and why they promote sex versus love. As there has been no greater study than that of the behavior of man, it’s simply not surprising to see where we are and what we’re headed towards if we continue on this path.

No one wants to be told there being conditioned, but the reality is that it’s occurring every day and you don’t even realize it. Even the people who think themselves “awake” generally have no real

comprehension of just how deep the proverbial “matrix” goes. It’s when you get to this point that you see truth in the symbols left by our forefathers, lurking in holy texts, and great works by those who lived in a day where you either loved your country or you didn’t; because you either dropped what you were doing (whether you were a skilled soldier, a priest, or a farmer) and fought for what you believed in; or you carried on in hopes of escaping the fallout.

It’s when you follow these trails that you see, not only have you been believing in the illusion of truth, but that you’re still knowingly contributing to it; that you either get ready for the fight or you carry on. The fight or fight flight response is another conditioning strengthened by our competitive nature. For many, this factor is not tested very much because maybe you live a “simple” life. However, escalations such as the kind we witnessed at Bundy Ranch, where the Constitution literally hung by a thread, and the nation was unaware of the brink of chaos they were breaching; leave me wondering about similar events on a global scale that we are unaware of.

If you consider that the technology we see today is a technology that the military has had for undoubtedly 20 years already, you might understand that technology is way more advanced than your average person is aware of. Sorry to bust your bubble, but the engineers of the military don’t just have a spark of technological genius and then decide to share with the civilian population without extensive years of research. If were getting it, it’s likely because the military has mastered and learned to control with it. Why do you think a video simulation is such a useful tool in training? Think of how perfected video gaming graphics and even other sensory related gimmicks have been added to what at one point would’ve been kids playing baseball outside, but is now time spent killing each other on hack-em-up video games? Don’t get me wrong, I love these games and tend to conquer sometimes, but I’m pretty savvy on my inability to stand the sight of real blood without passing out to know the difference between video world and what I like to call “reality.”

However, even that is only because I’m a stay-at-home mom in the sweet heart of Georgia, who for the most part doesn’t experience a lot of gunfights or high-speed chases. Then again—you don’t see me playing games like the Sims or Second Life, either. Similar video games or simulations are used in training soldiers. Why do you suppose that is? Well since most of the past two generations have grown up on video games, training using video simulators make a big impact while effectively severing the emotional bond for people by conveniently labeling enemies.

For soldiers though, the video simulators become reality. The veil of the screen is lifted, and the mind has been conditioned to perform an action. Without a doubt a large contribution to PTSD is the fact

that most soldiers act out of trained response to a stimulus. Afterwards is when they’ll be taken out of that environment and left with their inner self to answer to. The faces of those they engaged tend to have a haunting affect to any who let their mind wander uncontrollably. Why do you think there is medication that affects brain chemicals? Because what you can’t create on your own, can be provided for you… at a cost. Your continued support of the American government.

The inner self can be a strong adversary to face. It’s when you start questioning if you really love what you did, or if you loved the status. It’s this thinking that leads me to wonder, what exactly do we have to worry about with our own soldiers, and police, FBI, etc.… We’ve already been exposed to some of their conditioning and we see some are very aware of love of the job and love of the money, but how many would still refrain from pulling the trigger when the simulation is in action and when you are nothing more than a conveniently labeled enemy?

Recently there’s a video floating around on Facebook of some alleged terrorist getting shot from a helicopter. See below.

Now, most of us are cheering and touting off with ‘Merica!’not really knowing what it is we’re seeing. While any amount of research could probably dig up the details behind this video and why it would be in the hands of civilians, there will be questions as to what the soldiers doing the shooting felt in regard. Again, don’t think I don’t support our military. I do. I just know how they are used.

Now, I swore I wouldn’t touch on the sniper movie—and I won’t. Haven’t seen it, and I won’t. I won’t see it because I won’t participate with the machines conditioning me for and against warfare and controlling my feelings for my fellow man. What I will say, I have seen the propaganda for and against Chris Kyle. I don’t question whether he is a hero or not because that’s not for me to judge. Much of my knowledge of the guy came from one video. See below.

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It got a lot of support while trying—I think—to be anti-Kyle. I wasn’t formulating an opinion on Kyle or the movie as much as I was attempting to get a general perception of military guys that could assassinate people—literally, look down the scope, possibly look into the eyes of their victim and pull the trigger. Most of my knowledge on this topic stems only from talking to former soldiers who’ve done these things. Most are suffering from PTSD, and some handle it better than others. They all have ways of dealing and talking or not talking about it, but every one of them will attest to doing it for the love of their country, for the people they knew or their children, and always for “America’s freedom.” Some of them are struggling with grasping the consequences of their “skill.” The ability to pull the trigger.

I don’t ask or push questions, I just let them talk. I listen without making judgment and mostly trying to decide if I should try to comfort or just listen. In the end, I always come to the question that many have asked more often than not in the recent years. These conversations led me to this understanding of what we’re really looking at when we ask ourselves if our own military will fire on us. Being no scientist or doctor of any credible nature, I can only offer opinions based on things I’ve seen and read. In particular, this video of Chris Kyle confirms my thoughts further when the interviewee explained that this soldier loved what he did and there was no target off-limits—woman, child—it did not matter. It is mentioned that he loved his terrifying nickname and attributed to the successful death of 160 “terrorists.”

To all of this I say, even the reaper didn’t “love” his job, because being the judge and executioner is a duty for no man. But it could be a job. And thanks to having a standing army… It is a job. The training for this job is simple—Kill the enemy. Do you think soldiers are trained to research why this is their enemy? When a bomber is called to coordinates, do you suppose the pilot has much to say about the inhabitants he’ll be unloading on? Does the gravity of the simulated event sink in, or has the emotion been trained out of these men and women?

Will a soldier pulled a trigger against Americans? Would it not depend on the government’s label of the American? If that label is “enemy” do you think you show up any differently on the screen than the white blobs getting into the truck? Do you think you’re faced  appears any different to your enemy when placed between the hairs of his scope? Well, if there’s people loving this job, then my guess is that it doesn’t. These guys don’t get paid to do research, they get paid to kill and kill well, and for the most part people like you and me will never hear of it. So enemies are killed (Go ‘Merica!) and life goes on unaware of whatever impending doom was going to happen.

As a nation losing more and more of our roots to the plague of damnation, I wonder what would spark America’s rising at this point? With a paid for military no one could truly grasp what it meant to fight for freedom. Until the expansion of the long-range missiles, the notion of a threat to our freedom relied on the enemy at least being on our soil. (There’s only one that I know of currently). How convenient that we created the very ability to build such devices. It’s even better that we have the ability to launch them with the push of a button, because kings don’t fight amongst themselves, they fight at the citizens. Much like the number of likes and shares you enjoy and compete for, so do the powers that sit on the throne at a desk with all kinds of buttons. The only difference is they get their numbers in casualties. And no one in the leading position on the screen is going to stop and ask why or what they are winning in the end, because it’s just a matter of who’s the best. So what happens when the enemy—the “terrorist” are us, and “love” exists only for the status?

It’s a difficult reality to linger on, but it makes me glad I write. I may not enjoy the research process for the time it consumes, but I love what I learned and what I can share with others. Although it takes time, it’s something I love to do and feel is worth investing my time in, although I don’t get paid. As writing is the skill I’ve been given to express my love, I go through the lengthy process of learning about my topic and the message that needs to be conveyed. In doing so, I’ve been exposed to a variety of material for and against every topic I addressed. For that, I gain knowledge and am capable of thinking circles around any boxes. The omni-perspective opens me to all kinds of insight.

More importantly, in a time where the digital revolution has already terminated cursive lessons in so
many schools, it’s only a matter of time before writing in general is not taught. We had a glimpse of the repercussions of that during the Trayvon Martin case when the girl couldn’t read the cursive letter.

What other traditions will be allowed to sink into the mortal abyss of unheeded warnings from history? I’m happy that I won’t let this one die. I don’t live in confusion of what “love” will drive us to do, and I don’t live in a delusional sense that it’s my duty to do anything, but love for my fellow man and give him what I can out of perfect love and trust. Since my words are all I have to give, I hope you will love them all the same, and if you will love them, take them to understand what they mean to you. Love for country or love for status? Which are you conditioned for? Just remember, all your material gains here can’t go with you when you die.

Will a US soldier pull the trigger against American enemy? Yes, and he’ll feel bad about it later. Time to untrain your mind, and stop living in the illusion that you mean anything to them. They don’t look at individual civilian casualties, they look at overall the damage, and you are just a number. In enemy in the crosshairs.

A Tattered History; We will Never Forget

Nothing pains me more than to be cliche; I prefer truth over trend, and a blank page over a template. It is both a curse and the most rewarding blessing. However, every once in a blue moon, even the most iconoclastic of individuals must conform to the ritualistic endeavors of trend. That being said, this particular post takes a slightly different turn. For as it is a time for most to bid farewell to the passing year and praise with cheer the coming of the new year, it is customary for us to reflect on the things we have experienced, the lessons we have learned, and the tragedies and blessings we have endured from the passing of time.

In not so much the orthodox fashion as others are inclined to write, Divine America will, too, comply with this New Year ritual in our own non-compliant way. Like so many others, Divine America entered into the alternative media arena with a vision of not only spreading truth, but inspiring community, unity, and solution to the everyday issues we were seeing in our nation. The hopes of not only raising awareness, but giving a clear definition to how to change it fueled our mission.

Well, as we sit staring at sixteen (16) denied requests for information from agencies including local and abroad police departments, the FBI, and SEC to name a few; one can't help but feel that we have failed at our mission.

Of course, this is not entirely true, and our habits for the melodramatics may be kicking in. Assured by the dozens of emails, messages, and comments left for us, we know that our purpose is serving many. However, the massive amount of evidence in the form of denied FOIA (Freedom of Information Act) requests reminds us of three things. First, the Obama administration is failing horrendously with it's green efforts, because we certainly don't require two pages of verbiage to tell us "no." We understood that in the digital formats, so please consider the trees being wasted. Second, and more importantly, freedom of information is apparently a freedom only granted to government agencies. And finally, the most concerning of all, we are reminded that the works of history are maintained by those in power.

Even the history of America--as tattered as it still stands--see rewrites scripted by those of biased views, and holding the highest seats of control within (and wearily enough, without) our nation. While alternative media outlets have been on the rise and strive to uncover truth, we have witnessed the blatant hand of those in power to prevail in evanescing that truth. In everything from false flags and cover-ups, to distractions for obvious cover-ups; the elite have conducted attacks on the citizens and those who would dare expose them. Essentially, what we blog, they block; what we stream, they steal to be spun in such ways to make us look bad; what we record, they corrupt. As there is no end to what they can and will do to thwart the exposure of truth, the list will go on.

Sadly, it is not us who will suffer on account of failed diligence. For it will not be in our time that the proverbial "shit" hits the fan--at least not enough for our generation to do something about it. However, the generation of our children and grandchildren are likely to be the recipients of the very turmoils of which most of us speak. Especially if children attend the indoctrination camps--uhh, public schools--in which history (including the words of the constitution) is twisted to convey compliance with and dependency on the government; our children and theirs will never know what it meant to stand for anything.

There is a solution to this that many have embraced the boldness to call for, yet more refuse to accept. Let's not beat around the bush; that solution is war. Both a horrifying and glorious truth, it has become quite clear that our leaders neither love us or fear us, thusly surmising us to this: we must make them do one of the other, and let's be honest--they are not going to love us if they can control us more effortlessly. Therefore, as it was the failed duty of our forefathers, the burden now falls upon us--the last generation that will stand and fight. That battle, however, relies on us finding unity. Not unity in our beliefs as individuals, but in the knowledge and awareness of what true freedom is, and how to conduct it within our communities.

The curse: divided we fall, has never been so evident as it is today. We see divide in all things. Such quarrels see a nation turning against itself and leaning closer into the path of destruction and chaos, and we are the only ones who can change that, as the "savior" lies within. That change only comes, though, when we realize we are not each others enemies, but rather brothers and sisters in a battle for our true freedom. To deny this is only to lie to oneself. See, as a white lower-middle class-man, I am not at war with my black brothers and sisters of even the lowest or highest classes. I am at war with those who have lead my brethren to believe they deserve or cannot amount to more than what is bestowed upon them. I am at war with those in the position of leaders who masterfully concoct destructive forces within the black community that keep them from prevailing, as opposed to building them up.

As a woman and mother, I am not at war with my brothers and sisters of the working or non-working class. I am at war with those who have forced the ideology of being a champion of parenting and full-time worker without concern for the imbalance it lends towards either duty. For these are the very seeds that sprout into a hostile, uneducated, and lackluster community and nation.

It makes me neither a racists, or anti-woman to say such things, unless one is uneducated enough to understand the truth behind these words. In the fight to end these divisive strategies, one must recognize the strategists behind them. While we should ultimately find blame within ourselves for allowing these elitists to rise to power, we must also acknowledge our power and responsibility to put an end to their rule. Unfortunately, with our voting system corrupted we can be sure there is only one option left, and we needn't fear it, only embrace it as truth as our ancestors once did.

In moving into the new year, let us be reminded of the tattered histories, which we will never forget, as they have brought us to this point. Let us embrace unity in such a way that it creates a bond between us that might never be broken again; so that we might conquer our enemies and restore the promises of our nation. We can have the Divine America that was intended for us. We need only to acknowledge the simple truth that it will not come easily, but if we are vigilant in our pursuit it will come, and our children and grandchildren will be better for it.

As we strive to awaken others, Divine America re-spawns into the new year with a stronger purpose and mission to redefine a United America; one which will never again fall to the persuasion of the corrupt elite. To our brothers and sisters, we can have what was promised to us, and as we enter this New Year let us never forget that.

“I Am”: The Cost of Liberty, the Exchange: Security?

 America has long been known as the “land of the free.” The cost of that freedom is often held in regard only by those who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure that freedom. Veiled in anonymity under a shadow of collectivized terms as: the military or soldiers, we forget the individuals behind that veil. We neglect the individual sacrifices they have made—whether it be their lives, time,  or money.

Sadly, this collectivism does not exist amongst civilians. Individuality plagues citizens so rampantly in our American culture that, by it, we’ve allowed liberty to come under fire through a failure to recognize it was ever being stolen. In fact, the collective citizens have become sheep herded by the law of man, rather than participants in the law of nature.

Bill after bill, we have complied with the passing of laws that gave man dominion over another man—and we did it under the guise of security and accountability. Once upon a time, people within a community worked to support each other. They exchanged goods and services, and communicated regularly. When war came upon a people, everyone who was able participated in the fight.  As we became less focused on the well-being of the whole, and more focused on the individual (fueled by greed and selfishness) needs, we began pulling away from this system. Largely on account of reducing our own personal responsibilities, people opted to pay taxes to support those who would fight in their stead.

While this ideology is archaic to say the least, the mentality has evolved and is the root of much destruction and chaos in our country (well, honestly the world, but let’s stayfocused on America).  As we’ve “progressed” our nation, and taken every action imaginable to deflect personal responsibility; individuality and the means to neglect ones environment have arisen and acted as direct contributions towards disunity, crime, and corruption.  As we’ve seen in past stories covered by Divine America, the collective people have sacrificed liberty in the pursuit of this hand-fed security. In our desire to retain as little responsibility as possible for our communities, it’s no wonder there is a presumption of a rising “police state.” Our failure in conducting the very checks and balances to prevent such a state is the reaping of the seeds we’ve sown.  You got what you paid for. Now, on account of  a couple of bad seeds and  an immensely, negatively-fueled media, there’s another line in the sand created by the elite, and crossed by the citizens; and it’s used to increase disharmony and paint a clear target on the backs of the very people we’ve paid to “protect” us. Did we forget that a uniform does not a hero make?

Having the displeasure of witnessing this shredding of the American culture and society, we can see the crippling of the hearts of the patriots, and a sense of immobility, despair, and defeat. And with the surmounting lines being drawn, a mentality is developed, and wars inspired. As a result, more people will be harmed by the fight or flight response that officers are forced to embrace when they encounter citizens. The people will then cry for more legislation and punishment towards officers. Every discharge of a weapon in response to criminal activity will come under question, and we will eventually not even have those few who will stand in our defense locally, because we’ve pitted the duty of the job against them, and sided with justice for the obvious criminal.

Regardless, the cry for further laws to keep us “safe” has been by far the most asinine measure we’ve taken in search of our individual happiness; and has ultimately been the largest cost the citizens have paid towards securing our own well-being. Of course, when blinded by the new concept of what well-being truly is--a state of finances--it should come as no surprise that we sit in the cesspool of corruption and greed.

As we reflect over the year we’ve had at Divine America, we are forced to recall these corruptions in action. Taken aback to our dear friend “Martin,” we see one man’s individual fight for a liberty that has been perverted by those who would use it to control and extort people. In his plea to the courts to be free of a mandated identity procured by a piece of paper and upheld by a plastic card, our dear friend sought to remind the people of the Lord’s words and warning. Not a far stretch from original pagan-man’s understanding of the power behind knowing another man’s name, “Martin” restates, “I AM THAT I AM,” a man with the right to travel freely with his property and without the threat of extortion from the henchmen of the state who blindly follow orders.

However, We The People saw fit to discard that liberty. In fact, we demanded identity be more than a term one is provided as a reference. And why? Accountability. There’s proof behind a document after all, and having that proof enables us to sue the pants off each other to achieve our financial well-being. Unfortunately, to get these papers one must commit to redefining their liberties by subjecting themselves to the laws of man—a series of rules and compliances one must live by in exchange for protection from the thugs of the state in addition to the thugs of the citizenry. Under these rules, personal responsibility is not required; and accountability becomes an effortless pursuit of fraudulence that allows for unconstitutional subjections to unwanted extortions.

How’s the exchange working out for you now? You know, now that you pay egads of dollars into auto insurance, medical insurance, home owners insurance, and so on.

Our dear friend is not alone in his fight for the restoration of liberty and it has not been without its setbacks, as even those among the “awakened” demand compliance with certain laws of man for that wonderful accountability. On account of those individuals and to update you on our dear friend’s situation; the Man alleged to be “Martin P-E-T-R-O-S-K-Y” (for the umpteenth time)—despite numerous attempts to pay restitution to the person known as “STATE”—has been found guilty of criminal activity, simply for driving without a tag. When considering the corrupt state of affairs being carried out by the Dekalb County Court , the lack of knowledge regarding their job description, the strategy utilized in trampling the first amendment, and—as Divine America hascome to learn in the latest interview with “Martin”—the apparent power of Judge Wong to act and speak for the defendant; it leaves little to the imagination as to how our dear friend will be sentenced. With initial settlements proffering time in jail (up to three years), probation, and fines surmounting thousands of dollars, it begs to question not only if people truly believe the lack of a piece of paper warrants such response, but if our dear friend’s family deserves to suffer as much as the court would like them to. “Martin” being the sole provider for his family would certainly witness the destruction of his family’s well-being.

Regardless of how you personally feel about compliance to the state mandates, many might at least agree that no one deserves to be violently ripped from their vehicle through a window and taken prisoner when no harm has been executed against another living being. But, despite having the acceptable forms of all those protections and accountabilities, a passive decision to stand against such extortions (just by not handing it over) ultimately contributed to our dear friend’s brutal attack, kidnapping, and imprisonment at the hands of thugs.  While some may consider his actions intolerable, our dear friend did this and stands by his consequences not for himself, but for the good of the people who would otherwise submit to these indignities. In hopes of enlightening people to the liberties we’ve allowed to slip away, “Martin” subjected himself to the dangers of disregarding the state’s rules of paperwork.

Now, as we throw around such terms of endearment as “crazy,” “anarchist,” and

“right-wing nut,” towards our dear friend, we ought to take a moment to recognize that it takes all kinds of kinds. People like our dear, crazy friend fighting for lost liberties of all natures, exist in many different arenas. Some people hold signs of protest on the streets, over bridges, and at local capitol buildings. Others like to voice themselves on social media. And then there’s some who give a shout out over a megaphone on White House gate at one in the morning.

While many have funny ways of drawing their lines in the sand of laws they willingly obey and those they won’t, we come across those who have stepped forth to bring about the awakening of the masses. Patriots such as former Oathkeeper member, Bill Looman—who has dedicated himself to the fight for liberty not only in his service as Marine, but as a loyal servant and spokesman of our Nation’s citizens—is one that has been met with ridicule and endured personal sacrifice on scales unimaginable to the average Joe.

Far from his first or last rodeo to spark awareness, Bill Looman has marched to the frontlines of our battlefield—the Nation’s capital—along with other such as Manny Vega and Blaine Cooper, to announce on their megaphone that We The People have had enough. It is apparent these efforts have fallen on deaf ears, but who even among the so-called three percent patriots has truly committed themselves in such ways? Who among us has already demonstrated the tuck-tail and turn-back strategy that elected leaders have come to expect and to which has contributed to the ridicule of which the patriot movement?

Effectively, the backlash by which the patriot movement has been reduced begs to have questions answered that not many are ready or willing to ask themselves. How much longer are you willing to stand by watching the nation destroyed by the elite who would define for us what actions are legal and illegal? Will you wait for it to come to your front door? Will you “bug out” to the woods and practice all that awesome primitive survival stuff you’ve working on?

It’s time for truth. What wars may come, will come. Most likely, not in our time—especially if we continue to sit and wait. Our children, though, and their children can count on the fight being entirely removed from their ideologies. They will be the bearers of the burdens to which we neglected to respond appropriately. So as you sit there, waiting for the so-called “shit to hit the fan” on your doorstep or in your backyard; know this:  that’s not going to happen.

However, as you continue to embrace and push for further legislation to keep you safe, realize you are only dooming the future of this country. You are just as guilty as those who would write such laws that will eventually see this nation crumble. Our failure now will be the consequence for which our children will suffer. And when the time comes and you are put before your creator, consider what your judgment will be for failing to do your part in preserving liberty. There is no cost greater than life, and it’s one only a few are willing to pay. Would you? We all have to die some time. 

(Re)Building the American Dream: A tactical Approach

By far, America is home to some of the most lazy and pathetic people in the world (to say I have an arsenal of memes depicting exactly how lazy and pathetic we can be is an understatement, which is contradictory in itself, because the creation of such things is debatably lazy and pathetic, wouldn’t you say? Hmm). No offense, but history be told, we were once a people of passion, contribution, hard work, and innovation. Suffice it to say, our inventions have brought us closer and closer to lives of happiness having nothing more to do than push buttons and watch pretty colors pass us by. Maybe I exaggerate, but the path we’re on right now certainly looks like one of sitting on our asses pushing buttons while sipping on our fourth cup of coffee by 10 a.m. Regardless, such aspirations in futuristic technology and a growth in industry saw America alive and rejuvenated with purpose; with a mission to achieve their piece of the American dream. Like the Renaissance of our nation, everyone had a job to do.  Now, as the multitude of Americans move with their faces buried in the screen of this technology—unimpressed, unaware of the world around them, and uninterested in making eye contact with an actual living soul—we’ve hit a lull in our nation’s innovations; and worst of all, we’ve allowed the droning out and stagnation of people.

From a tanked out economy lacking employment opportunities, many Americans are sitting back in stretchy pants and stained t-shirts, waiting for the next new thing to spark (what they confuse for) “life” into them.  Be it the latest iPhone or drama on any reality show, people have become content to do nothing in a world that requires nothing of them. It’s been a massive shift from the energetic and always working Americans that built this great country. There’s even a song commemorating just how lazy we’d actually like to be! It’s really no wonder why so many are on drugs (legal or otherwise).

In an effort to dissuade my own laziness, and use my power for good, I have often found myself contemplating ways in which I could re-inspire people to discover their own American dreams through my writing. Telling folks that they’re lazy and pathetic is only one part of what I’ve come up with so far; so, good news…that’s out of the way. Truthfully, the real answer came to me last year; though, due to (you guessed it) laziness, was only half-heartedly acted upon. I presume for my lack of aggressive action, I received a series of firm reminders throughout the year, and then some more subtle ones. 

As a firm believer that people come into your life for a reason, I no longer wonder why I came to know John Grasta at the time I did, just as I’m sure John doesn’t wonder why most of the people in his life came to him when they did. Here was your average guy (not so average to me, though, as he reminded me a lot of my dad), asking me to cover the story his emerging tactical gear business, and the business of his good friend, Trae Johnson, who owns and operates a firing range in Florida. The story coverage was more of an expression of gratitude to those who helped John in his emergence, but it fit into what I was working on. Plus, as a dabbler of arts (and considerably ‘old-fashioned’ in values), there are two things I adore:  craftsmanship and mentorship. That said, when John explained to me that he made custom shot gun gear and Trae was a certified NRA instructor that taught firearms handling to people of all ages, you could say my attention was caught. I didn’t know then, but it was as though a beacon had been set out when I decided to write in a way that celebrated America, and Americans doing the very things that depict true American values. In particular, a focus on living the American dream was a mission worth taking on in a country that had been swarmed with news of chaos and negativity. John Grasta therefore became the reminder that there is a mission to accomplish, and he and his friends were living it daily. 

Grasta introduced me to some his closest friends; though, he credits them as family and counts his blessings to have each and every one of them in his corner. Little did I know then, I was being introduced to the who’s who of tactical gear manufacturing, firearms and combat trainers. Having never seen the rough side of a stuffed teddy bear, the idea of having to interview people who could kill a person with one hand (maybe I’m exaggerating—I didn’t ask) was a bit daunting. Not to mention, I expected to hear an onslaught of macho egotism. What I got was an eye-opening experience, a boost of hope, and a mystery solved. That about makes it a good time to say it gets long-winded from here on out, as there’s just not enough I can say about the people I’ve come to know. But if you’re up for it, cozy up to meet a badass comradery of guys allied in a common mission to use their powers for good (which is kind of a theme around here).

As mentioned, John wanted to tell me about his growing business and how it came to be with the aid of great friends and family. By any stretch of imagination, I didn’t think his “great friends” would include world renowned trainers such as L.D.“Stoney” Stone and James Urban of Urban Tactical. Move over Jason Statham, sayonara Jet Li and Jackie Chan! You guys got moves, but these guys were the real deal. Working closely with John  to put his FrankenGrasta shot gun gear to the test, and Trae Johnson with Ares Firearms Training range; the men of Urban Tactical also put on an excellent series of training courses in everything from hand-to-hand combat to (for lack of better words) that stuff you thought only happened in movies. It’s probably best if I just show you.

You still with me, or were you just as mesmerized by those videos as I was? Moving on.

What better place to run quality checks and drills than on Ares’ own 100 acre range, nestled comfortably in middle Florida’s forests and swamps. On the land preserved by the Johnson family for many years, Trae, John, and the members of Urban Tactical serve up opportunities for learning, gaining experience, and having a downright good time in a comfortable learning environment. Taking firearms instruction to all new levels, Trae and the instructors of Ares Firearms range conduct classes day and night to ensure your ability doesn’t end just cause the lights go out. Not to mention, it makes for one hell of a light show. 

However, probably the most lovable part of Ares (which takes its name not only for great marketing and heritage, but in honor of the Greek God of War who came to warriors in their time of need) stems from a commitment to people. With a fondness for education of the ‘good-ole-days’ Ares instructors not only offer instruction for every member of the family, but they provide safe play areas for children who aren’t participating in the training—a bonus that opens the door for parents to get the training they need. Hoping to alleviate many similar barriers preventing people from obtaining necessary training, Trae hints to Divine America that future growth intends to include more solutions to these types of hurdles. While tackling the endeavors will bring their own struggles, Trae admits he’s blessed to have overcome many obstacles in the past, with great friends to keep him motivated; and future difficulties will be met all the same.

It comes as no surprise, the “no gain without pain” attitude runs deep within these men. But, when you keep friends like Larry “Stoney” Stone—one of the many passionate instructors of Urban Tactical who also happens to carry the title of a Martial Arts Grand Master—well, there’s a certain amount of excuses that become invalidated…like, all of them. Stoney, or “Yoda” as he was introduced to me, was the epitome of a guy that never had anything handed to him, and certainly had nothing come easy. Born with a neurological disability that would undergo many misdiagnoses and surgeries to correct, but ultimately affected Stoney’s ability to walk; the word “can’t” doesn’t exist in his vocabulary.  Captured in his story Live Now, Stoney relives the good, the bad, and the ugly of a life that led him to pursue martial arts despite the many doctors, who swore he couldn’t due to his condition Charcot-Marie-Tooth Neuropathy. His disability, which made even the simple act of walking a challenge for Stoney, inspired his appreciation for the close friends, family, and mentors who’ve come into his life. He credits them for having never left him behind, when it would have been so easy to do so, and showing him patience in his training as he learned to conquer his challenges. After years of training, Stoney became a mentor, and using the patience and understanding he learned from those who showed it to him, he opened his own school of martial arts, the Ishi Do Dojo (which continues to produce Black Belt champions). 

Though he’s been inducted into the World Grand Master Black Belt Hall of Fame, Stoney is humble and reminds me the story is not about the success he’s achieved, but through it, the lives of the people he’s been able to impact. When asked how he felt about the nickname Yoda, he admits he’s no super hero, but knows “being the leader of men is a great responsibility,” and above all else, he feels blessed to have friends who would think of him like that. As he works with James Urban and other members of the Urban Tactical training team to inspire people in the methods of awareness and self-defense, it’s no doubt that each lesson is met with a wealth of knowledge, skills, and passion from people looking to use their powers for good.

Amassing over 35 years of combined training, and experience in services such as professional high-risk private and corporate security, executive protection, counter-corporate espionage, and threat assessment to name a few; James has always attracted people with a desire to learn to handle their own. Soon, what started as something akin to a Fight Club scene blossomed into a brotherhood, and soon became a mission to provide training to those who need it most. And this is how James came to know John. From the day James and John met, a bond was formed that has only been described to me as deeper than a brotherhood. Family. Put simply, “Family that will stand up and protect each other, support each other, and be there always.”

Immediately I am taken back to Larry Stone’s  words:

“…. Family members don’t always make the wisest decisions.

Sometimes we screw up and people get hurt. Sometimes it is

just a flesh wound that looks (and sometimes feels), much

worse than it really is, much like Jessie’s forehead. Other times

real damage is done. But you should never forget that you are

family. Sometimes we take mistakes in stride, other times

we just lose it. We yell, we scream, we rant and rave… But

Love always outlasts anger. If you have Love in your heart,

you can endure any disappointment you have in the people

you Love. “ –Live Now

Truer words were never spoken. Bad things happen in all our lives, but family toughs it out. While James hopes his students and family are never faced with the need to use these skills, he says at least “they will have the tools to survive a violent encounter against someone attempting to harm them.” Acknowledging that the people he instructs are the very people who go out to defend our freedom—making them just as much family—James and the Urban Tactical team vow a dedication to continue learning advanced techniques and passing on their skills and knowledge to others. Traveling the globe and conducting training seminars, James and the Urban Tactical team promise a future with new products and services stating, “the skies the limit!”when it comes to advancing a community of people who are aware and capable of defending themselves. Anyone interested in having a training seminar held in their neck of the woods need only use the contact form on their website. 

In its many different forms, the theme of blessings and gratitude doesn’t always mean struggle, though; so says Tom Williford of 3T Tactical and close friend of John Grasta. Tom isn’t bragging when he says he’s always been blessed. He only means to pass on that which he feels came easily to him. Finding himself in a position, again, to help out a friend, Tom initially hoped to bring John on as a sales representative of 3T Tactical, but soon realized there was more to John.  See, Tom manufactures custom add-ons for shot guns such as the S.T.U.D. (Shot gun Tactical Ultra-illumination Device), breachers, and extension tubes; and John manufactures custom shot gun gear such as side saddles, harnesses, and leg rigs for FrankenGrasta. They are essentially each other’s peanut butter and jelly—the mac n’ cheese of custom shot gun gear if you would. 

Blessed by the sharing of business responsibility with his Daughter, Tom gets to help John with design, quality, and testing the products. As firm supporters of America’s economic progress, the men work towards 100 percent in-house manufacturing, which would open the door for many new jobs, and growth opportunities. In these troubling times, a little bit of opportunity is the one blessing many could use right now. It’s one I’ve been granted when I was asked to write about a few good men (and women).

To say the least, John certainly has a lengthy list of people who’ve come together to achieve a few goals. In essence forming a brotherhood of support that served individual American dreams, these gentlemen have been a pleasant reminder that chasing the dream is not always easy. But, as Stoney says, “It’s when you think you can’t take any more, when you think you have nothing left to give; that’s when it’s most important for you to keep pushing for your goal.” Enduring the pain—be it physical, or that which we sacrifice to succeed—marks the legacy we leave behind.  After having the pleasure of speaking with these gentlemen, it occurred to me that the most successful legacy to leave behind is also the answer to the seemingly elusive American dream.

The revolution of this country, for most, identified the ingredients of the American dream: innovation, industry, hard work, and loyalty. Unfortunately, two things happened. First, the inventions sought only to simplify, entertain, and comfort people. Secondly, people stopped working to help others. As a result, creativity and innovation hit its peak, and people became bored and even expectant of the most futuristic concepts. Incapacitated and weakened by the lights and colors of the devices we use to distract us from life, people became lazy and uninterested in the well-being of their community. If the American dream hadn’t been lost, it was certainly misconstrued by a negligent concept that only the inherently rich, and well-to-do got the lucky breaks. Where to start with the many things wrong with that statement! Not to downplay the contribution of hard work and innovation in fueling a revolution, but when it comes to the ingredients of the American dream, nothing makes a better tasting slice of pie than knowing it came by doing something good for someone else.

John Grasta asked me to write about a few good men that helped him with his emerging business. I don’t know if he understood the opportunity he put before me, but I hope he knows just how grateful I am that he chose Divine America to share his story with.

*Readers can expect a follow-up on John’s progress as a future in-person visit is in the works; and everyone is encouraged to make a trip to see these guys in Florida, or even get them out to your neck of the woods for a seminar. The links below provide more details.

John Grasta on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/john.grasta.9

FrankenGrasta Shot Gun Gear Community on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/groups/262206120652726/

Trae Johnson on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/trae.johnson

Ares Firearms Training

http://www.aresfirearmstraining.com

https://www.facebook.com/AresFirearmsTraining

James Urban on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/james.urban.10

Urban Tactical

http://www.urbantactical.org/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Urban-Tactical/478315275625237

L.D. “Stoney” Stone on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/l.d.stoney.stone

Stoney’s site supporting U.S. Navy Seals and All who serve

http://blunttrama.ning.com/

Live Now!: Imagine the Possibilities

http://www.amazon.com/Live-Now-Possibilities-Stoney-Stone/dp/1468545876

Tom Williford, 3T Tactical

http://www.3ttactical.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/3T-Tactical-LLC/156750004519541