Throw my ashes in a river…

I know you long to keep me, but I’m no longer here. Throw my ashes in a river and watch them disappear.

In your heart only may I stay, until all memory fades and no one is left who knows.

The River Time flows on; and we all must go.

But I wait for you on the other side. Love never fails.

After all my pondering of the “final expenses situation”, as began in previous article, here were the main issues I was trying to solve. 1.) How to keep my final expenses as inexpensive as possible. 2.) Find a place that will always be there. 3.) Send a final message true to what my life has been. I suddenly realized it had to be a river! The only question left was what river? And where on the river?

A river makes the statement I want to make. I’m here, but I’m also not. You got to let go, and have peace about it. A force has carried me away, but that same force can reunite us some day. It’s actually a beautiful force, like this beautiful river I spent so much time at when I was here. And this place is full of life, full of people living and enjoying their health and the great outdoors! It’s not a grave yard full of dead men’s bones! It’s green and blue and flowing and alive! This is the resting place I choose!

Oddly enough, with my nick-name of Grandpa White Feather, the name of this river is White River. Can you believe it? It flows through the heart of Indianapolis where I have lived most of my married life. It’s a beautiful place where people gather to get a breath of fresh air on a busy day. They walk, run, bike, have a picnic, read a book, and simply relax! I myself have done all of the above there many times. We even use to watch the downtown fireworks from there. It has several beautiful spots and flows to many places I have enjoyed. One branch of it even flows from a spot close to my house and where we baptized several teenagers many years ago. Special, special, special! This river is definitely a part of me, and my wife. This is where we have lived our lives together.

Throw my ashes in the river and watch them disappear. It’s important for loved ones to know you are gone. In their heart only you may still live. This is an important statement to make. A river, or thrown from a high place into the wind. It is a true picture. I’ve always been a seeker of truth and reality. Imagination is great and I love it, but it must also be balanced with what is true and real.

So as I searched the area the other day, on foot, with a close friend, I knew this place was perfect. I want a person or two, to take the ashes of my wife and I, (assuming she agrees with this. We have always talked of having our ashes released together. Whoever goes first is kept in the urn until the other also passes.) But our ashes need to be poured from the center of the bridge in above picture. There is a very nice sitting area for the family to gather and watch, and from there the river flows to all the spots I have mentioned. It will carry our ashes to those places, even as we slowly settle to the river bottom and become a part of that place forever. If the kids, or anyone, ever wants to come to a quiet and peaceful place to remember me? This is what I choose for them. Here’s some pictures.

The last picture actually looks back where the bridge is that the ashes would be poured from. From there it flows past the sitting area on the left side of river, and onto the area with the man-made water falls, and much more. I don’t have pictures of the many trees, much shade, and setting areas. Also the downtown canal, the zoo, so many wonderful things. I am very pleased with this place, and it will cost us nothing.

All of us have a tendency to let society, peer pressure, advertising, whatever’s “in”; we tend to let a herd mentality program us, so we don’t think outside that box. Advertisers spend big money hoping to get you thinking inside their little box. Professional salesmen persuade us to become the slave of their little box. Funeral homes hope you will not want a cheap way of passing on. It’s only cheap in terms of money. It’s actual total effect I believe is very high value and sends a much greater message. Thank God cremation is an option, or what would poor people do?

When I sit under the Willow Tree, I like to think “big picture”, not small. Most people have tunnel vision. They see a tree and ignore the forest. Wisdom always sees big picture. Wisdom is visionary. Wisdom takes time to slow down, sit under the willow tree, and look long. How far can you see? What is coming? What is truly important? Is it a single tree, or the forest? Satan loves to get us fixated on a single tree, just as he did Adam and Eve. Eve was fixated on the tree, and I believe Adam was fixated on Eve. Some things never change. LOL.

I’m afraid the modern church system has done the same thing, become full of “programs”. And guess who the “programmed” are? You and I. Unless we look at what Jesus actually did, what the early church actually did, and what our New Covenant in Christ actually says. Then we begin to see outside our modern church ways.

Hope you take some time to ponder these things. I hope you find your own willow tree to enjoy and hear the wisdom. Until the next time, godliness with contentment is still great gain! Be a visionary. Look long.

Final Resting Place

Once again I was surprised at how the challenge of trying to “spend less” on one of life’s necessities actually resulted in a surprising reward. As I have been very clear about, money has never been one of my motivators. Therefore, I don’t have much of it laying around for when a necessity suddenly pops up, and this world is full of people who like to take advantage when your down. They see your need as their chance to gain “money”, as much as possible. For the love of money.

I live in a world motivated by money, and I do not fit. I’m upside down to this world, and so was Jesus, the one I follow, the Upside Down Kingdom. So my wife and I decided a long time ago to choose cremation over an expensive funeral service complete with everything that entails, along with a bill of thousands of dollars. I simply don’t need it, and neither do my loved ones left behind.

However, one night I realized, even though my body is ashes in a bottle/urn, there still needs to be some kind of a simple service giving people some closure , as they say. Then I realized too, no one in my family has a house big enough for that kind of thing. Once again, renting even a simple building is very expensive! And since I left the modern church with all its bells and whistles, I don’t have that option either. Should I run back to the modern church? No thanks. That would not be true to what I have seen.

Also, people need a place to go and feel close, after you’re gone, even though you’re not really there, but we are like that. I had a close friend who died at age 30 of cancer. Even though I’ve only visited his grave site a few times over the many years, it still meant a lot to me, and grave sites are also expensive! Money, money, money! Can I think outside the box and find a better answer? Because my ashes setting in a jar on a shelf is not the message I want to send either. The way we choose to be put away really is our chance to send a final message. Sending a message is ALWAYS important. And it should be true to who we are.

Think about your own plans for that final necessity. Does it really send the message you want? Is it true to who you have been all your life? Will it affect your loved ones the way you really want it to? Will it be all about you? Or them?

So I lay awake pondering this problem and found some wonderful options that for me, at least, send a much better message than people remarking about how real I look, (or not), as my worn out body lays in a fancy casket.

Evidently Jesus didn’t put much stock in worrying about a tomb either. I can’t see he ever bought very costly items. Yes, he knew he was going to die. He also knew someone was going to give him a grave site, and he would be giving it back. But the point is, had someone not provided him one out of the generosity of their heart, he had made no provision for his death.

Solving the “building” issue turned out to be pretty simple. Parks are still relatively free. I’ve been an outdoor nature guy all my life anyway. And I don’t care for big fancy costly church buildings, either. So that would be untrue to me. Not a message I want to send.

But what if I die in the winter? No problem. My wife and I both agreed, we are ashes in a bottle. We’ll keep. No reason why the immediate family can’t have a private gathering in a home, then put us on a shelf until spring, then have the public service in a park. Very easy and inexpensive funeral service which actually sends a message of resurrection and life, instead of death and defeat.

Now for the grave site. I really liked this one, too. It needs to be a place that will always be there. And again, what message do you want to send? I considered Shades Park for my ashes to be spread, because it had always been a place I enjoyed, and my children all know it; but then an even better answer came. In order to send the best message I could think of, my ashes NEEDED to be thrown into a river, and at a special place. That will be fully explained in next episode.

I know you want to keep me with you, but I’m no longer here. Throw my ashes in a river and watch them disappear.

More to come.

“Nature of Man”

Change your nature o’man who thinks there is no God. Defeat death and live forever o’man who says there is no God. If man has progressed as you say, and no longer needs a saving grace, and has no soul within, then we’ve not progressed at all! But have become soulless creatures having no Father, or Creator; and no hope of greater things. Signed Grandpa White Feather.

I love fantasy and imagination as much as anyone, but when man would rather sit for days in a seat of virtual reality rather than the truth of the willow tree? When he is afraid of silence because of the voices he hears warning him of a wasted life?

This site is for those who still believe in spirit and soul; things invisible, things eternal, and an Upside Down Kingdom. And we do not neglect, but we seek those things, because we realize the nature of man, including my own, has not progressed one iota, and until it does, God’s not dead!

“That Inner Tug-of-War”

Here again is the treasure I found hidden secretly away behind a bunch of shopping centers and congested streets. A real Garden of Eden, marked by a beautiful weeping willow tree.

When I stumbled upon this place that day, it almost took my breath away. It was as if that graceful tree was saying, “Welcome home, pilgrim. You found me. Enter into my ways. Learn my wisdom and enjoy my Kingdom of peace.”

What does it take for our inner man to become such a peaceful place? If you were honest with yourself, how many ropes of inner conflict pull at you every day?

Most people I know have an inner tug-of-war going on most of the time. They don’t like where they are, either spiritually or physically. They don’t have what they want. They do not have what the Bible calls true contentment… inner peace. This blog site is about every one of us finding our willow tree and taking a seat, breathing in that wisdom, and finding soul satisfaction. There is a different way of living. It’s out there, and it is real.

Now the tug-of-war is very telling. The good news is, if you still have that inner battle, there is still hope! If that battle has ceased then it means one of two things. One being very bad, and the other very good. Our goal is for our spirit man to become so strong in Christ that he breaks that rope and ties up the flesh with it! The tug-of-war ceases! Peace at last!

However, the bad news is, if the flesh wins the war and uses the rope, your conscience dies. You may have stopped the inner war, but evil has won, and you’re the slave of darkness. You may enjoy it for as long as it last, all the pleasures of the flesh, but the wages of sin is death, and judgement day comes with eternal regret.

I watched a tug-of-war the other day that reminds me of some people. I even got pictures of it. You see, I have a Master Plan. As I spoke of in the previous article, I want to travel America in my golden years, enjoy bike riding and camping in various places, and visit Salt Churches. The only problem is I don’t have the money to do so yet, so I had to come up with a long range plan involving a few very strategic steps. Here are some of the first steps of the Master Plan.

1.) I have a junk minivan sitting next to my house. It needs to go! And it will bring in 150.00 in salvage price.

2.) Take part of that money and fix the radiator of my broke down 1996 Honda Civic and sell that car.

3.) Then with that cash in hand, along with extra cash earned being a professional dishwasher, I take my 1990 short bed, Dodge Ram and trade or sell to acquire a long bed truck with 6 cylinder. I need the better gas mileage, and the longer bed would help too. I have a very creative plan on how to fix that bed for camping and travel.

The first step went into motion when I got my first dish washing job. My orientation is completed, and my computer work almost done. I’ve earned some money already, but the real job starts in 3 days.

Second step happened just yesterday, the broke-down, beat-up, old minivan! It turned into a real tug-of-war! That thing had really gotten set in its ways! (See pictures below.) It had set for two years or so. The front wheels rolled, but the back wheels would not!

That minivan put up a real fight, but a fight it was destined to lose because the beast on the other end of the rope was much stronger, and highly trained! Those rear tires clawed at the ground the whole way out! But it was to no avail! The man pounded on those rear tires with a sledge hammer! They still did not break loose! The van continued fighting, kicking and screaming the whole way out!

The driver thought the wheels would break loose once they hit pavement, but that is when the screaming started! They did not! Finally, he used the seat belts to tie the steering wheel into a straight position, let the front end down, moved to the rear and lifted. Now all the weight was on the wheels that rolled, and the brave battle was over. My wife almost cried as it rolled away.

Here’s the thing, most people eventually reach a point where either their flesh, or their spirit becomes the much stronger vehicle. The only question is, which will it be? Will our soul be the one kicking and screaming as we’re drug away by our flesh? Or will it be our flesh? When that inner rope breaks, which have we fed to be the stronger? Which have we trained? Which ends up tied helplessly in the rope? One is good, the other bad! Is our spirit man the minivan, or highly skilled tow truck?

I’ve been a researcher and teacher of God’s Word for most my life. I see things like this. I’m semi-retired now and able to spend more time teaching such things. I’m going on a journey of simplicity that is very wholesome for the soul. It is not your typical way of doing church, especially modern church. It does require thinking outside the box, but it is a journey feeding the spirit man, not the flesh.

I teach from under the Willow Tree. I hope you visit here on a regular basis, become part of the family, and if you still have that inner tug-of-war? I pray your spirit grows strong enough here to break all those ropes and tie up that selfish and hungry flesh forever! In Jesus powerful name, Amen.

In one of the pictures you can also see my Dodge truck. I’m still several steps from selling it, and I will miss it, but it simply is not the right vehicle for what I now feel calling in my soul. Next step, besides washing lots of dishes, is get the Honda running and sold! We’ll see how that goes.

And so we begin…

“Sitting under the Willow Tree”

Why would I write this site thinking someone might enjoy it? Let me count the ways.

  1. I’m now almost 64, and a couple years ago I allowed myself to question the status quo of modern church, and actually step out into a simplicity that had always tugged at my heart and probably caused me a lot of trouble over the many years. I allowed myself to believe I might actually be right, and the religious experts might be wrong. I guess it’s something that comes with age. You realize your time is running short and you don’t have time for foolishness anymore.
  2. So I took early retirement at 62, realizing I would still need to work part time, but perhaps with some creativity of simplicity, I could live my golden years in a better way than I had before, and make them truly golden.
  3. First I had to find the answers concerning this modern Jesus the churches are teaching, and the simple Jesus I kept seeing in scripture. I spent over a year studying the early church and the missing 200+ years our preachers don’t seem to want to talk about, from 33 A.D. to 300 A.D.. I found my answers, and believe me, our modern church ways preach a different version of Jesus than in our Bible, creating warped disciples, and a generation ready to fall away, as the Bible predicts, when the Antichrist reveals himself.
  4. I’ve always been a lover of simplicity. My wife and I raised 5 children on a very moderate income because “money” was never a priority with me. I always felt there are other things more important, and now as I am retired, it is even more necessary to find ways of doing things “on the cheap” so to speak. So I want to travel America… on the cheap… enter #5.
  5. I currently own a 1990 short-bed, Dodge Ram truck. I love the truck, but it gets like 15 mpg. I need a different old truck, so I can fix up the back in a way I have imagined for camping. This will be my own creation. So I need to make some money and create this vehicle that will allow me to travel this country “on the cheap”, and while I’m at it, visit “Salt Churches” that are springing up across our land.
  6. So I just hired on as a “dishwasher” at a restaurant, who’s name will remain secret, just in case I may write anything they don’t like. I’m hoping for the best, but I can see the job is very chaotic and they have a high turn-over rate. I just finished orientation and begin actual work this Friday. But if I can handle the chaos, a dishwasher can find a job almost anywhere, anytime. And I don’t need to make a lot. Just enough to care for wife and keep things going, no matter where my truck, dog, and I may be.
  7. In summation: What I call “Simple Church” and a true version of Jesus is very big with me. Most Christians today have 200+ years of missing knowledge concerning the original church, and why is that? It will be talked about here. I’m also a simple man with a simple plan. I’m not driven by the hungers so many are today, but I’m one to sit under the weeping willow tree and listen to the wind. I also have an adventurous soul, and by way of simplicity and creativity, I plan to do some things. The things I do will also promote fellowship in Christ wherever I go. And last: “Old Age”. My simple ways have kept me healthy for 64 years so far. I just had a complete physical and they couldn’t find anything wrong. I’m still med-free at 64. I love riding my bike and I plan to ride it wherever I go. If you want to stay healthy into old age, I might have some wisdom there. Time will continue telling. Heart disease runs big in my family tree, but so far, I’m good.

If you’re tired of what is becoming a more complex and shallow world, including the modern church, then I’m a rebel against that way and you might find Jesus was too. If you’re curious if this old guy is crazy, or might have a point, then all you got to do is visit this site on a regular basis because I love blogging and intend to record it all here. Just pull up a chair under the willow tree and enjoy the view.

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