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Third Eye Blind

Rene Descartes discussed thoroughly the “Pineal Gland”, which he regarded as “the principal seat of the soul and the place in which all our thoughts are formed.” His last book was The Passions of the Soul (1649). The Pineal Gland is described by him as “a certain very small gland situated in the middle of the brain’s substance and suspended above the passage through which the spirits in the brain’s anterior cavities communicate with those in its posterior cavities”. Descartes attached significance to the gland because he believed it to be the only section of the brain to exist as a single part rather than one-half of a pair. Your Pineal Gland is real, it is in the center of your brain, and it is shaped like a tiny pine cone. This gland is considered the spiritual center of the body. It has been referred to as the literal “Third Eye” because it actually has light receptors and is principally responsible for your ability to pull up images in the mind. It regulates sleep cycles, is sensitive to light and dark, and produces melatonin. Fluoride and Calcium deposits found in most adults have been shown to actually inhibit and dull the Pineal Gland’s optimal function. People are literally walking around… Third Eye Blind. ❤️, Jamry

American Culture 101

Faith. Family. Flag. Freedom. Firearms. In that order… Americans are deeply loyal people, deeply passionate, deeply industrious, deeply sacrificial, deeply compassionate… For the Five F’s and for complete strangers all the same… Without Faith, none of the rest even matter… and when I say Faith, I am not being vague… I mean Christianity, there is no other Faith… What do you think built America? Money? It was the people who built America. What makes America so great? As Alexis de Tocqueville discovered… it was, We The People. What makes American people so special you might say? Sacrificial behavior. Where on earth did we learn to act like that? Christianity. Behold, the man upon the cross.  ❤️, Jamry

Pennsylvania Avenue

I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, it was a magical place. Dillsburg to be precise. A lot of historic romantic charm. Farm fresh food. Small town feel. I grew up on a farm with a pond, very idyllic. We could catch bass and catfish whenever we felt like it. Locust Hill Farm was my home. Small local amusement parks like Williams Grove provided old wooden coasters, swan boats, and fun houses. Its closed down now. Bumble Bee Hollow had a fun mini-golf course. It isn’t there either. We used to go on picnics outside for fun. Ashcombe’s was a local nursery where we could get gifts, flowers, or a slice of pumpkin pie. About 20 miles from the battle of Gettysburg. In the shadow of the sweetest place on earth, Hershey. In the shadow of the state capital, Harrisburg. It was an old log cabin style farm house. It was decorated with George Washington statues, old German mugs, Oriental Rugs, portraits of James K. Polk and Napoleon Bonaparte. Animals everywhere. We would get some great Amish food and desserts from the farmer’s market. The farm was across the street from some of James Logan’s family property. James Logan mentored Ben Franklin. Four seasons. Yellow, Red, Orange autumn leaves. Perfect white powdery Christmas every year. Cicadas in the springtime. Soccer practice. We could pick wild raspberries in my backyard, a vineyard of grapes like you have never tasted, and honeysuckle we could pluck ourselves. My Father was a dentist as his father before him. My Dad’s cousin Pete was also a Doctor who invented one the first franchise EMS systems in the United States. First generation worked in the coal mines, every generation after advanced as far as they could. We would spend every summer in Delaware at our condo at the beach. They had classic funnel cakes, sno-cones, New York style Pizza, Maryland style Crab Shacks… toy shops, book shops. We would ride our bikes into town, perfectly safe. However, not all was well. I grew up in a very sad home. Relational strife abounding. We had plenty of money, but we were low on love. Mom against Dad. Dad against Mom. Fighting. Siblings not knowing what to do. I grew up in a haunted house in many ways. We had money, but it was still hell on earth. I know in life there always seems to be a dichotomy between having money and being happy. Like they are mutually exclusive. Which to some extent is true. More Money, More Problems. A simple life is much less stress. However, I have never been persuaded that you cannot have your cake and eat it too. I don’t buy the lie that money is inherently a curse. The love of money is the curse, not the money itself. Just look at William Penn. Study the Quakers. They had their cake and ate it too. They founded companies left and right, they were humble even at the highest levels of society. They married and had kids. They dressed well but plain, not bourgeoisie. We should all do the same, this is the real origin of American Culture. It has been a battle to get to the place I am in today, but it has been well worth it. I climbed out of the pit of hell. It took me 30 years, I am still standing. ❤️, Jamry

Here Comes The Groom

Did you know that here comes the bride was originally here comes the groom? The only reason they had the bride version is because people use to actually rob the bride in the middle of coming down the aisle since she had an expensive gown and jewelry on… so they brought her out quickly.  It is actually suppose to be here comes the groom, the man is the hero of the story. Research Jewish Wedding customs which the Bible describes. “Behold, the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!” The wedding party begins when the bridegroom shows up to claim his bride, not the other way around. He is not standing around waiting in anticipation for her. She is actually waiting around daily in anticipation of her husband showing up to come get her. To rescue her, to sweep her off her feet, to take her away from the pain and welcome her into his world. A whoolllle neeeewww worrllllddd… Plus, for those of you who didn’t know… “Here Comes The Bride” was written by Wagner, who was Hitler’s inspiration for Nazi Germany. Just saying… Food for thought when you walk down the aisle… ❤️, Jamry

Homer Simpson & The Kardashians

If the Kardashian family is the American golden standard for a family these days… Then this country is toast… The Dad was treated like Homer Simpson, so much so that he is now a woman… The Mom runs around like a Matriarchal overlord in everybody’s business, because if she is not happy… she will be damned to see anyone else be! Thats the right thing to do! Misery loves company, doesn’t it. All the girls are left doing is dating rappers/ballers that they control and manipulate to near death, all of this probably because they miss their real Dad… All I am left thinking is… What on earth would this family have been like if Robert Kardashian never died… It is obvious that in the wake of his death, the stepdad is unable of have any authority in the house, and the ship has run off course… Robert after the divorce tried to date and marry other women… Which supposedly Kris and the girls were instrumental in thwarting… Understandably, to some extent… They want their Dad… Who wouldn’t? I don’t know what all happened before the divorce to begin with. What I do know… is that this is no golden standard. This is hell on earth. It takes a strong man to put a family like that back in order. Home is just a breeding ground for Dad hatred at this point… If we can’t get back to honoring Dad… The whole house goes to trash… Men lead the family… Men are the hero… Men need to be loved in this way, women and children are the beneficiaries… Father needs put on a pedestal… Husband needs to be his primary role… DAD IS EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING IS DEFINED BY HIM, EVERYTHING IS REFERENCED BY WHAT HE THINKS, DAD IS THE OWNER… If you can’t do that, just keep watching the Kardashians… Good luck with that! Enjoy yourselves… My advice to men stuck in that family, like they say on Shark Tank… “I’m out”… The golden standard for a woman is not Psycho Witch Barbie, Kim Kardashian… The golden standard for a man is not transgender Homer Simpson… The golden standard is me, James Rydesky… The golden standard is my wife, Muriel Rydesky… We are the new Ken and Barbie, not Barbie and Ken… Call me The Godfather, come and learn something… You all look like a bunch of clowns in a bad circus…  ❤️, Jamry

The Cost of Love

Love, Romance, and Happiness are purchased in tears, not dollars… God makes us work our way back to Eden, since we deemed it so worthless the first time… Now we live in a toxic world, so we can learn the real value of Heaven, the hard way… It is worth it to pursue love, the alternative to climbing out of hell is continuing to live in hell… you are already there… Head for the exit if you want to be happy… God makes us suffer on purpose, so we can learn to appreciate Heaven… The good news is, once we wake up and express appreciation… He opens back up the door to Eden, free of charge… Now you get it, now it is all yours… Enjoy! Like Willy Wonka in the chocolate factory… Pass the test like Charlie Bucket and the keys to the whole kingdom of love is yours… For free! As long as he knows your heart is right, God will give you Eden back… Have you decided to change just yet? ❤️, Jamry

7th Anniversary Recap

Here is a recap of our 7th wedding anniversary! Play by play! Woke up, wrote my wife a public love post on this website, watched some soccer, bought the wife and kids boba in the morning, took them all to Torrance Beach, told my girls not to argue in the car with each other and that they need to stick together as sisters, carried all the heavy stuff down so she wouldn’t have to, flew a kite with the girls, took my oldest daughter into the big waves, she loved it, rubbed my wife’s back on the beach, enjoyed the day, packed it all back up, went home, gave all the kids a bath, the youngest one pooped in the tub, cleaned that up, rubbed my wife’s back after that, watched soccer replay… I have to say… it was a good day!  

Cognitive Behavioral Miracles

Do you want to hear possibly the most amazing discovery I have come across? Cognitive-Behavioral therapy could not advance because of a century old dogma that a genetically flawed brain cannot be changed. These patients were sentenced to life without recovery. Now try this on for size… Hard physical evidence of soul-brain interaction. A player and an organ. Physical Brain vs. Immaterial Mind. An OCD patient, the patient hates their compulsions and desires to not do them anymore. Chemical imbalance in the brain is forcing fear reactions and compulsive behavior. Gambling. What they have discovered is that thinking, remembering, desiring can function independently from the brain. You can have a “malfunctioning brain organ” and a functioning “mind” at the same time. The immaterial mind can interact with the brain to resist its compulsive signals, the chemistry of the brain can be reversed and changed by willpower alone. They can observe under a microscope a physical brain being rewired by sheer willpower from the inner man. MIND BLOWN. Materialist causation cannot explain the will triumphing over the brain organ. OCD today is treatable. 40 years ago, sorry, nothing we can do. Behavioral medicine requires the patient’s inner experience and will to triumph over the brain. Volition and perceived reality. There is an interaction of brain and mind that is empirically observable. They are not inside each other, the brain organ is being touched, pressed, and rewired from outside itself. Our hard-wired genetic instincts come with the gear, they tell us a default what to do or reaction. Our mind and will can over ride the default instinct and we can force ourselves to do something dangerous or safe compared to the instinct. Our instincts can also work improperly and not warn us when it should or warn us when it shouldn’t. MIND BLOWN. You can rewire your own brain using your soul as the modifying force to exert the physical change. ❤️, Jamry

Read it for yourself!

“The Mind & The Brain” BOOK. Brain-roles and Mind-roles. SCHWARTZ