For some reason I don't have any power. Perfection is elusive. This is Sunday, July 30, 1995. Greetings, Commander. Good afternoon. Your goes ha-gon, ha-ton, ha-gon, ha-ton, from won-ton. The times are confusing. Hearts get heavy. Assaults get more and more intense. Are you coming late? Yes. I don't yet. Well.

I'm going to give you an explanation of why even just asking me a question isn't going to help. You are going to learn to accept energy. Always ask. Al is very prompt and right on. But he should know the answer. Just saying, I come in light, I serve God, doesn't mean a cotton-picking thing. It is intent and it is truth. And lately I am totally preoccupied by extremely urgent and important matters like right over your hill. Where is it?

Right over, it looks like it's right over there. What's over there? Underground base. Secret. Well, one nuclear rocket was blown up in a silo there about two years ago. You don't know what you have over there, do you? Any more than you know what until we identify and give you reason to understand who we are. I am Commander Hatton. I do come in light. And sometimes your world is just a little bit drearier and darker than I'm willing to cope with.

Because our mission is great, our attachments must be few, and I get weary of you ones being thrust upon by ones who lie, cheat, and steal. You fall privy to gathering all that unto yourself. We have ones recognizing their own mission. I'm not talking cults and gurus. This parrot on this shirt is as close as you're going to get to finding a guru within. These are the white robes of the parrot tribe, I guess. If you don't stop being foolish, you have no one to blame but self. If you go searching out and you fall groveling at the feet of anyone, it is your problem. Do you understand that?

We ask nothing of such from anyone. We urge ones not to come here under any pretences other than you want to be here. It's not easy here. Rick and E.J. and Dorma flew to Las Vegas to meet with Ron Jackson a week ago yesterday. They met for some two hours, came out of there, got in the plane and did make it home, but I had to bring them home. The enemy had melted out the starter mechanism. I'm tired of it, and I know that they're tired of it. And then on top of this, more big packages from our friend Green to Ed Young. As if Ed is going to do some miracle something or other, I'm not sure what. But it's insulting to Ed. Your PhD is worth nothing, he has said now on three occasions. Go ask, who does he say ask? Jason Brent, about the Echors Court cases.

Go have coffee or lunch with John Schrafer and ask him. He was one of the ones that helped put him in an asylum. And the man suffers from poison. It takes a long time, John, to get it out of your system. And you told us long ago, at first entry into Hearthstone, you told everybody who came to visit that they'd been poisoning you. And there was a lot of old lace around to help him get it. Now, I make no accusations. We'll read again a letter from George a little bit later. I want to focus on the things of this earth as regard you today. We have a motion picture that needs to be made and a man ready to move from Canada. Ron claims he is getting some funding arranged and it's in the system. You tell me how many of you can go down to the local bank and get a loan for a thousand dollars and then we talk about a hundred thousand or two hundred or a million or something and and you are so impatient that immediately he is worthless, his word is worth nothing, and he may be. So what are you going to do? What does Ron Jackson owe anyone in this room?

Well, he does. He does owe something to ones in this room, but not money. He owes you truth, he owes you integrity, you got him out. Is it warm in here or is it just because I'm shouting as usual? This is as near as you're going to get to preaching from this place. And yet I don't want to dwell on these things because I have to once again remind you of my mission and anyone including George Green was willing and able and welcome to come along. What is this? What is this big push to call this one woman a cult? How do you get a cult out of someone who doesn't leave her basement hardly. And then when she does, they try to shoot her down literally. If she has ever asked or demanded that any of you follow her, well, maybe over to the cake plate. I'm going to start putting a stop to it. I know that it bores you out of your mind, but we're not going to waste space in the paper on these garbage details. There is so much information that needs to get out there to everybody. That's what we're about. It is a newspaper. It is not a cult paper. Hatton's name may show up because I have brought focus to the article.

Period. I don't care if you want to stop putting the name on there, if it's confusing. But for the same reason that I would not let anybody have it, including Ron Jackson. You have a voice of liberation, an opportunity to be able to have in newsprint, to scatter about some kind of a message device. We're not in the game of pulling anything or anybody down. We are possibly in the game of helping to build something up. It's called freedom and nation and a republic. But we don't kill, we don't cart guns around, we don't threaten and we don't shoot. And it's been three weeks since we've had a meeting even. And I know all of you are anxious to because it does affect you what does affect us. I think I would like EJ for you to read my writing of today first because Rick has some things from Kathy and a letter from Kelly. These are the things that we're about.

This is no cult. I'm not giving you some indoctrination into some church triumphant. If you can't get yourself straight with God, you're hopeless anyway. You've got to learn the difference. Each day. Each day is a new gift which is often overlooked in value for the pondering about other days. Each of you, if you have a diary in faithful keeping, can look upon each day and remember its content and conjure the feelings of a moment set aside in time. What do I mean? 36 years ago today a son was born to Dorma and all the joys of a new life were great upon the heart. Today is Paul's birthday and the heart sings not for the bitterness of a day ten years ago on March 22nd 1985 a shot from a handgun took that life. We have dedicated journals to this young man, for in the confusion of living, the mind is searching for answers to living, the dimensions of life. Paul wrote what is the answer, for at some level, and at age 25, he understood, but could not live with what he understood. People thought him daft, as he dwelled in the stars, trying to sort physics into some association with astronomy that was right.

What happens to the bright young people who try to attach rightness to that which they are required to learn? They can't function in the normal world of idiots and blank minds. They can't either reach out, for they are considered the misfits, the kooks, by those who will never become a tenth as much in the ending years of the living cycle of physical manifestation. Often what happens is it turning to drugs or drink or both, but sometimes out of this searching and demanding for truth comes a Dr. Youngs of the world. I call these precious gifts, the survivors of greater meaning. I honor so greatly the parents of these different children, the minds and souls born out of their time. Just remember, readers, that loss of further experiences in the physical plane is not, save a passage to placement wherein journeys can be finished, if you allow the meaning to show you the way. But you never know another's contract with God. In the passage of these ones who would serve greatly the possibility become great in sharing of minds through the dimensions of timelessness and spacelessness which allows so much more insight to that which is manifest.

In addition, the living soul can reestablish and perhaps find more fulfillment in such times of great cycle changes. Grieve for your losses, friends, but do not grieve for the departed. Grieve for self that you fail to see the fullness of the other journey. Bury the dead, which is only the body, and do not dwell at the graveside, for there is not the being but only the trappings of demonstration. Do not further trap the soul of the departed to your needs, for they must be allowed to take wings and fly at the time of passage. Most of the time, however, the departed must witness the aftermath of the tears of loss and watch the living nitwits tearing over property, not their own, to get something left.

This usually rends whole family units, as final truth is shown for that which it is, whatever property is left. And why do parents, as example, wait to allow the children to have something of their labor while the life is still present to enjoy the sharing of that labor. What is worthy is a worthy thing to leave a child. A legacy of truth and a better way. A better way, love. I would remind you, however, that a falling out with partners and spouses present the same in most cases.

Again, it is wise to remember that in every event there is as many perspectives and perceptions regarding the event itself as there are beings. It is good when the things remembered about a past loved one is the strength gained. Divorce, I feel, is worse than death in many ways, especially for the children, for as the love is lost between the parents, the love is lost more greatly by the children. The quarreling of the parents is far more damaging and deadly to the child than to either parent. Whose lives are destroyed by the rantings? Whole lives are destroyed by the rantings of separating parents. And yet this is a mark of the days upon your place. No family shall be left untouched by the full intent of family destruction. Most often you find you cannot change a thing that has happened, but you can change your attitude and that which you do in the aftermath of events. You can either look forward to living with hope or despair. The choice is yours. The hopeful man sees success where others see failure, sunshine where others see shadows and storm. This is the purpose of our own journey here to this maze of troubled souls. We can only tell truth and show you that there is always hope in that final realization of your God power. In realizing the hope always present, you can then make changes in your condition, which allows for the freedom to gain friendships and nations. Stop the confrontation and the continual demonstrations of ripping and slashing, threatening and bellowing, and allow reason and caring to regain a foothold in the heart and mind. The childish parents must realize that the real child is the little one who has no choices in his own existence which bid goodness into his little life stream. Have you ever thought about the fact that sometimes it is worse to win a fight than to lose?

No? Then you are so centered, so self-centered, that hope may well be lost on you. In this event, the other is far, far better off without your wondrous presence reminding them of just how brainless you actually are. Certainly the flames of disenchantment must be extinguished before a dream can be rebuilt, for in anger bridges are burned and dreams replaced by nightmares. It is far better to live apart from a problem than to allow the problem to suck out the humanity and hope within. Remember also, when you suggest there are no more alternatives or possibilities, there are. Above all, my friends, as you think you get something negative undeserved and that nobody and on and on ad nauseum, what have you done to deserve return of love and serenity?

Do you shout and screech to get your way and then claim it to be for the good of another? You are but a bore and a cheat for lying to self. Love does not just sit there like a stone, it has to be the made, like brick, remade all the time, made new. We each want and love to be loved, we love to be held, we love to be caressed. A show of appreciation we love too, and we love to know we've been heard. The friends, the spouses, the children in our lives want the same from us. Like a garden that needs water, sun, and we also need to give away what we receive, that others can be blessed as we share, and a place left for more to fill. It is as if you separate out soul from living experience, so that you can categorize God into your compartments, which set aside the reality from the illusion.

It is the creative potential itself in human beings that is the image of God. Lock that potential into a trunk in the darkness and you misplace God. But sometimes the silent confrontation is the worst of all as especially within families, the duties are divided and the assumption is that the other has no right to offering opinion. In most arrangements I find no love involved or base for unity, I find a lie instead, for the children, for the survival of self, for whatever cause might be present. There may not be open warfare, but the battle is indeed more deadly. You people do not longer communicate. You simply voice your own opinions, and if another fails to succumb to your opinion, there is no meeting of the minds whatsoever. And if you think you fool the children in this lie, wrong. And if you think you are fooling the other in the primary relationship, no, you are gaining exactly what was planned, a hostage relationship which will break the back of the communion. Oftentimes the other seems to have no recourse save to meet the demands, but the heart stores up the hurt and anger and one day it will burst forth like a torrent and a time of communion and communication will be passed. A marriage for the children's sake is certainly not for the children. To say the same is but to ignore one more facet of inability to confront the problems. Do you live together because you love one another or do you live together for convenience and a charade? It is important to look at these things because you are training your own child within that you are unworthy and the whole of existence will be but a sham, always waiting to be set free.

But there is never freedom in such circumstances, only choices, which after a while cannot be made in rational reasoning. You as in nations will always be the product of that which has gone before. You can be greater than all that has gone before, but how many will allow this to happen? You will cling to that which others say and demand. Blame will be cast for another's problems or perceptions, and until you can forgive yourself and that other and let it go, you will be dragged down and stopped in your growth to suit the new needs of that other.

No, make your choices. Stand strong if they be correct and allow the bullets to bounce back. Allow that other to vent anger and hurt, but do not bend to the blows lest you be buried and fall among the walking, breathing dead. Let the dead bury the dead and waste not your time in digging graves. What others think of you is none of your business. Each has a job, a task to be done. If you attend your own task well, you shall have little time to annoy or denounce another for his own task. If that other's task is dependent on you or his, then you better pitch in and help, for speaking and tattling and gossiping are not going to do a thing save make a bad situation worse. Contracts and Agreements Shouting your opinions is not ever an answer, is it? Even a child will find a way to rebel and become deep and dumb.

Why do you not approach things with reason? After all, God gave you a gift which sets you aside. He gave you ability to reason and choose. What is there so special about you that would cause another to bow to your mighty whims. I thought not. What, however, is the matter with sitting to a table and communicating needs, expectations, and allow the other to have equal input and arrive at an agreement as to who does what? Would you stop there just a minute, please? I said it better than I can say it now. We We don't have church meetings. Does this look like the church universal employment? We try to sit here and communicate.

People with a common goal of searching, finding, value, purpose, goals. I come and we speak like this simply because I want to communicate with you. I'm not asking for servants. I want no servants. And I've told you over and over again, don't you dare ever think you get on your knees. If you feel a real need to get on your knees to something, cry God. But don't you dare put us in the position of being in such a ridiculous state of acceptance. We can't work from our knees, can we? We can't work prone on the floor with our face down, pointed to the east. You want gurus so that you can go your way without responsibility. A lesson is of no value whatsoever unless you take it within and make it the lesson. You are trained. It's bred out of you now.

You are mesmerized. Everything is categorized. And the assumption is if you call it a thing long enough, it becomes a thing. No, we do not become the thing. That is the difference in intelligence and stupidity. And we are not stupid. Go on, please. What, however, is the matter with sitting to a table and communicating needs, expectations, and allow the other to have equal input and arrive at an agreement as to who does what, compromise on this or that, negotiate obligations and generally discuss the situation in which you find the problems and fix the problem.

A new faucet will not fix the broken washer allowing leakage unless you also fix the washer. Or if the pipe is cracked you have to fix the pipe. And then you can even forget the new faucet. Did you ever try to try this fix-it before you tossed out the old plumbing supplies or do you haul off and bash each other beyond return? Did it ever occur to you to separate, court one another as if you were new in relationship and stop arguing over the things and the money? The children are simply caught in your trap and you who contemplate this circumstance of marriage and remarriage as a hope of change, remember, there are four minds in the bed of a divorced man who marries a divorced woman.

Hear that? You all exchange partners like rainwater, thinking this one will be it. If you'd get off your own kick and appreciate the other, you wouldn't have these problems. It's a little different if you lose someone to death, but not a lot, because the memories of that one are still there. There are four minds at work in the bed of a divorced man if he marries a divorced woman, and your beds seem to be so damn important to you. Go on, please.

You thoughtless entities seem to revolve your entire stability around your opinion as regards that bed and bedroom. I would suggest all of you bring your minds from your fanny level and consider the possibilities of living. The mind belongs somewhere near the head, which houses the brain. When you learn as much, you will find all things running far more smoothly. And moreover, if you allow your mind to share that which is within your opponents, you will win, for you will find the other to be acting exactly as you, as would you if you were identical. I will also give, it will also give advantage, for you will know what makes that other tick as the clock moving to the next hour. Well, there's Miss Martha bringing Miss Dr. Ed.

He who keeps reason in the heat of all circumstances shall prevail. Build your foundation of all things soundly. Stand firmly upon that foundation and the slings and arrows of adversity or of the enemy shall not dislodge you. At best it can only strengthen your attachment to truth and honor as another dishonors himself through the assaults upon you which bear false witness in accusation, unfortunately aided and abetted by those who claim to be in your friendship. It happens constantly, and therefore the enemy among you is your best ally. The watched pot may never seem to boil, but neither will it boil the beans upon the stove to explode and burn.

Most patriots who bear arms and use them are not. Acting in defense of liberty and constitution, they want their own way and will do anything to get it. You destroy through the very foolish tactics you use to demand your rights. Well, what of the rights of others. They claim for themselves titles of general or some other leadership label and start assembly of ones in like-minded thoughtlessness. They dress in costumes which set them apart like flags before the bull and shout their silliness to the four winds to convince you to join them in their foolishness. Reason moves out where illogical moves in and remember readers lies and assault through tauntings and petty garbage tossing is Only for the possibility that you might succumb to one of the bullets of rotten eggs if you can be caused to do something stupid In the heat of name-calling you have allowed the enemy to win Do you have to respond to the direct approach?

Sometimes most often it is neither worthy of your attention and especially is not worthy of your time. Sometimes, however, it is far better to follow up on some of the suggestions and demands and you might be surprised at what new foundation of sturdy building you will have. Why not, for instance, Dr. Young, go meet everyone who Green suggests and just see what you find. Perhaps Mr. Green is not aware of what is really going on. Certainly Mrs. Green is not. I do believe it worthy to call Sherry, however, and tell her that George Green has not only used erroneous information regarding her position, but has published her private phone number to all the world.

Pygmalion. Why do people try to argue and build false images? Because they are trained to expect that which is taught to be accepted. Facts have little or nothing to do with such instances of expectations. If a lie is told and retold in half-truths, partial truth, and even a tiny bit of truth, the minds of the population are automatically trained to accept such blatherings and will rarely bother to look up the information. For instance, Dr. Young takes the documents sent by Green and tosses them you know where. George goes further with Ed because he knows of the brilliance of Dr. Young and his holding of PhDs. Does Dr. Young's degrees make him an Elmer Fudd or brilliant? Neither.

Dr. Young's brilliant and man-deposited degrees mean not one confounded thing except survival in a maze of foolishness. Perhaps it is George's lack of having received any such man-granted honors which most disturbs this tiny excuse for a man. There is a standard for man to follow, right out of ancient mythology and the statue of Pygmalion who came alive at the belief and desire of the artist. This is a lie in action. However, in your everyday world of Kazarian intent, you have this very mind-warp in action everywhere you look. You think that if you just desire something, it will come alive and consume you in perfection. It will not. You create your own destiny, and that simply means that you set a goal and you shall attain it. In George's instance, if he wants ones to respect him, then he must stop the stealing and the lying. If you take away from the very ones who serve you and then claim you have been wronged somehow, does it make for the all right of the theft and the intent of more theft?

If a secretary feels slighted by the boss in salary or fairness, is it okay if she leaves and takes all of the office equipment, computers and supplies? I suggest that the police and courts would not see it as being cricket. She might well deserve the assets, but the things are not hers for the deciding. She was somewhere else before she came to serve the boss in point. If she is unsettled or unhappy with the original agreement or broken agreements, then go. George Green created his own nest of soft feathers, and now they have grown thistles and thorns. And at some time here, ones are going to open their eyes and find the real culprit sits in the nest on their feathers and use the thorns on that correct party in point.

Saying a thing does not give credence to it and in these instances only allows the speaker to look stupid indeed. Dormant E.J. have learned to hold my hand even more tightly and communicate in reason. Then we move on while the pain and troubles wash over and move on. When the soul is guiltless, the body and brain can handle whatever comes upon it, or it will succumb in a dimensional circumstance, but the soul is untouched. George keeps inquiring of all to whom he spews his venom. What price I get back such interesting answers, the best of which is, you should know, George, for, quote, my soul is quite free and solidly attached to sanity, reason, and God, while yours, George, seems quite solidly attached to a pile of gold in the judge's chamber. We find ourselves reaching out and beyond while using equally uninformed parties to verify and justify our own actions.

How can this be? Easy. It is the same as has happened through the generations of time to pull you into enslavement. You see, it is true that the democratic vote of a majority is absurd. If all the ones taking the vote are wrong, it doesn't make a thing right. May we please begin to grow beyond these things of disorder and move toward reasonable growth. We offer nothing here save some writings and speakings. Nobody holds anyone, and certainly we trust not ourselves, upon any other. If there has been false or misunderstood information, it is not for me. George Green or anyone can send every writing from every cult in the world, or about every cult in the world, and it cannot apply.

There is no cult here. If someone else persists in trying to cause one to be anywhere, it is simply not so. I also must re-inform you that in no way has God chosen so-and-so or such-and-such in your stead. If you have chosen, then so be it. Neither is your need another's command. I have warned everyone not to come here because there is no communal anything. Our hope is to have some projects of worldly matter. If we can grow beyond the trash heap of such misperceptions as this very one, if you come to this place, you are like any other citizen who moves into any area on your own. We hope to pull off the business ventures just as soon as we finish with people like George Green, who lied, cheated, and stole from his very own corporation. Did he do it intentionally?

How else do you do things? He presented himself as some kind of a millionaire business super-person and got furious with anyone who suggested otherwise. I guess the reward for that attitude has made the circle. It is not my business. Enough for we have other work to be done. Thank you. You are cherished, your love and care accepted in humble appreciation, and know that no enemy can overcome, through lies, the truth. Salute.

Thank you. I want to thank all of you who have come. I see some of my own children. Laurie, I'm so glad Laurie's back to visit. I am purposely not acknowledging by name. Please introduce yourselves to one another as we have some kind of communal service. Don't throw it at each other, just, you know, try to act like ladies and gentlemen. I'm Ed Tater, visiting from Maui at the present time, and this is my daughter Nikki. Aloha to both. Aloha.

I wasn't going to use his name because he'll probably get a big package now. But it's okay, because I was going to acknowledge him anyway. A lot of you can be thanking this gentleman for your Gaia Gold. He has kept a supply of gold for those electrodes. And now I'm going to revel in a little bit of veterinary medicine because we can't talk much about the wonders of what is taking place with some of these products. But we have a precious friend who seems to think that E.J. may be on the inside of veterinary medicine simply because he was a rancher.

This gentleman has some dairy cows. And all of these dairy cows were suffering from, well, all of you ladies will understand, especially nursing mothers. Mastitis, this is inflammation, painful, very, very painful for the bag and udders of the cow. Well, you can imagine how extremely detrimental this is in a dairy herd. But anything that causes inflammation has some dis-ease causing it. And of course all of the food that you feed the cows are laced with antibiotics, growth hormones, and milk-producing hormones, etc., into nausea. Anyway, this fellow had been getting gold, no, no, silver from elsewhere, colloidal silver, and he wondered about using it and so he calls and there is much conversation and because you're talking about cows somehow you can talk about doing things for cow that you can't if it's your child or your wife or your husband.

The rules hold true. So E.J. said, well, I don't know exactly what to tell you, but I think if they were my cows. And he was literally taking antibiotic and putting it up through the nipple into the udder and into the bag. This is what he was told to do. I mean, you are really up against a problem. Plus the fact that dairy cows that used to last a long time in years are not making it anymore. You're killing off your own animal. And they are producing deformed calves. Well anyway E.J. gives him the brilliance of his mind. Well, I don't know, being from the ranch, if we had to inject for black leg or something, we would, there are two or three ways to get an antibiotic into a cow.

You can do it IV by lifting the tail and putting it into the vein at the base of the tail. Well, this isn't too handy for a person. I mean, I don't know, but I would suggest if you try lifting that tail, your patient might very well be impatient. And then you can inject on either flank. So this gentleman put two cc's in the tail and two cc's on either flank. And he had trouble then because he didn't have any more sick cows to try anything on. I have some human stories that are better, but I better not tell them. He called. God, you know, my cows are fine, but my baby is in the hospital and they want to run every series of tests there are on his baby the baby is just six weeks old and I just shut her I do have one bit of hope and that is that they gave the baby was already doing better but parents get frightened and we're not practicing medicine so in these instances precious ones are on your own and there is a place for medicine you just have to go with what you feel is the right thing to do by ignoring those symptoms you lose mothers, you lose children.

Don't be foolish.

