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I'd made the decision to publicize my prophecy against US wars almost immediately after collage, and around the same time found myself writing poetry, surprising myself, because I'd never done much creative writing before, and because my work showed promise.   I wanted to continue both those activities, so I decided an abandoned family cottage was the right placed to start, although the small home bordered on unlivable because of a rotted main beam, and also far from places for potential employment.   I knew those I reached would need to start a snowball of support fairly quickly, or I'd be homeless for the winter, as I was broke, and my car needed a transmission.

Just in case, I tried to winterize the cottage.   When that failed, I figured my being homeless was a one time lapse in support, considering the gravity of the message I was delivering.

In late September I packed a professional backpack, and started hitchhiking south to escape the winter.   The pack was probably 60 lbs. or more, as I'd prepared for both summer and winter   When I got to Tennessee, several charitable members at a synagogue I visited, bought me a bus ticket all the way to California, since I said that was my intended destination.   I stopped in Arizona, to visit a great uncle, and family.   Then my basically estranged mother offered to temporarily pay for an apartment there anyway.

Once settled, I used the last of the bus ticket to visit my oldest friend.   After a week, I returned to Tucson, but I only found small jobs, so I decided after two months, I'd be better off to return to my grandmother's cottage in Massachusetts.  To save money, I hitchhiked to Mexico, and took buses across the width, re-entering the U.S. at the tip of Texas.

I found myself making much better time than I'd expected, and still in danger of getting into the cold weather, so I hitchhiked south, to Miami Beach.   There, I made friends with a ultra-religious man, a Chabad follower with a family, who let me crash on a cot he had, until I was safe.

I got back to Plymouth, and again began to work hard to successfully winterize the cottage, but eventually I saw I was losing that race.   In a last ditch attempt to prevent another trek with a heavy backpack to the south, I retyped a pamphlet I'd written two years earlier, as part of my first wave of canvassing, the same as the one shown below, except I changed the last line to say I "might be homeless."

I again tried to use my 'bargaining voice', on an over-stuffed pamphlet, to propose some military isolationism (I should have used the word "toward"), trying to counteract Europe's over-reliance on U.S. deterrence.   This pamphlet went out to hundreds of homes in my neighborhood on summer Sundays.  I got some donations, but nothing substantial.

After I returned to Miami, I retyped the handout shown below, as the only copy with me had become unreadable, and began distribution on famous Miami Beach.   I called the Miami police station for the laws, and started around residential neighborhoods, but I missed a prohibition sign they had informed me about in certain areas.   I was arrested for illegal solicitation.   The charge was eventually dismissed, and I ended up acquiring a permit after some heavy handed wrangling.   I took this retyped pamphlet, and shuffled it with "American Public" (Archive 1988), and probably gave out a couple of hundred in total.   After that second homeless winter, I returned to Plymouth, and successfully winterized the cottage.   I spent over five years there year-round, writing most of the remaining subjects of this archive, and much of my creative writing.

Transcribed content of the above image:

Government Non-Peace Policies

As a democratic nation sworn to God, we are impelled to follow our involvement, and make choices, in the crisis of our political environment called Earth.

In the present world, massacre is a simple event, requiring the push of a trigger, the burning of a bus, or the flip of a page in a manual by a soldier. Insurgency is as fast, and moves quicker than a government can make corrections. Pressures are great, and a spy can easily cause turmoil.

The Lord asks me to write prophecy, in Old Testament style, and speak about issues from the text. Paraphrasing a passage, "God wanted war with America, because it was a new man that promised freedom, and began to turn from that promise..." We are also called guilty of persecution and destruction of "...peace on Earth..."

To further substantiate my claim to the title of Prophet, the book of Daniel gives my name, Michael, as a person of position "...at a time of trouble, such as never was, since there was a nation..." The period is just before the End of Days, and the nuclear age.

In enormous anger, through my literature, the Lord "...issued a warning, "Have no more war..." The reason for the relenting was, "man's determination to have peace."

However, despite the fact that I informed the U.S. Senate and Congress, we have continued our global intervention, and opposed peace seeking nations. We must return to military isolationism.

For a long time, patients have been hoarding arsenals that can destroy our entire planet. Europe, for example, has that capability, but we continue adding to their armories, and expending valuable resources for the policy we inexcusably defend as deterrence. During all this, our intelligence agents haven't provided the direction necessary for an end to our aggression, and advanced their own position.

The fact is, our Constitution doesn't use the word democracy to expressly define our goal, and should be amended to expand the elect of authorities. Calling for a more perfect union has led to a loss of our ideals. While our population grows, and the number of representatives per citizen decreases, we lose voices.

Instead, our leaders have been appointing lawmakers. A search for the cause of problems usually reveals that the culprit decision is based on a commissioned individual's judgment.

Unfortunately, the poor lack an acceptable minimum condition, and pollution is staggering.

In the face of heresy, I need supporters who will give to my information campaign. We can't be expected to govern ourselves without all the facts. My goal is to establish lobbying or publicity which will be heard everywhere.

Please write or contribute to: Jeshurun, P.O. Box

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