NORDIC HEALER
Jedi
I received this Sickening letter today in my email. Apparently it's being passed around Again as a rediculous attempt to improve the extremely downgraded view the American public has of George W. It's extremely nauseating to say the least. It first circulated in 2004.
Doing some checking on Bruce Vincent I found that he is Executive Director of "Provider Pals" a partner organization of the Historic Raven Resources Learning Center. The award to be presented to Bruce was in the category of outstanding privately funded historic preservation projects according to Snopes.com
And then there is this background profile on Bruce Vincent...
_http://www.infoag.org/ConferenceBuilder/cb_SpeakerInfo.asp?SPID=59&SSID=47&PRID=82
In case you never read this letter here it is in full. It's amazing how Mr Vincent was so easily led astray during his in person visit with Bush; getting all caught up as it were in the high polished protocols and pomp and circumstance, pre approach charisma of the moment in the Oval Room of the White House. I'm sure letters like this get many to rekindle their belief in him even when the HARD Evidence is Everywhere to the Contrary, simply because many people try to believe in the "basic good" of all humanity.
Without a good basic knowledge of Psychopathy, they do Stumble and Tumble...
The whole encounter though is another Prime Example of how a Psychopath can wear a most excellent MASK OF SANITY when they want to, when its in their best interest to Appear Opposite of who they Really are!
OUR PRESIDENT
Story by: Bruce Vincent
For those of us who sometimes find ourselves having doubts about our
President, here is an excellent piece--- worth every minute it takes to read it.
This is from a man, Bruce Vincent, from Montana who received an award from the
President. He writes:
I've written the following narrative to chronicle the day of the award
ceremony in DC. I'm still working on a press release but the White House press
corps has yet to provide a photo to go with it. When the photo comes I'll ship
it out. When you get done reading this you'll understand the dilemma I face in
telling this story beyond my circle of close friends.
Stepping into the Oval Office, each of us was introduced to the President
and Mrs. Bush. We shook hands and participated in small talk. When the
President was told that we were from Libby, Montana, I reminded him that Marc Racicot
is our native son and the President offered his warm thoughts about Governor
Racicot. I have to tell you, I was blown away by two things upon entering
the office.
First, the Oval Office sense of 'place' is unreal. The President later
shared a story of Russian President Putin entering the room prepared to tackle the
President in a tough negotiation and upon entering the atheist muttered his
first words to the President and they were "Oh, my God."
I concurred. I could feel the history in my bones. Second, the man that
inhabits the office engaged me with a firm handshake and a look that can only be
described as penetrating. Warm, alive, fully engaged, disarmingly
penetrating. I was admittedly concerned about meeting the man. I think all of us have an
inner hope that the most powerful man in our country is worthy of the
responsibility and authority that we bestow upon them through our vote.
I admit that part of me was afraid that I would be let down by the moment -
that the person and the place could not meet the lofty expectations of my
fantasy world. This says nothing about my esteem for President Bush but just my
practical realization that reality may not match my 'dream'.
Once inside the office, President Bush got right down to business and,
standing in front of his desk, handed out the awards one at a time while posing
for photos with the winners and Mrs. Bush. With the mission accomplished, the
President and Mrs. Bush relaxed and initiated a lengthy, informal conversation
about a number of things with our entire small group. He and the First Lady
talked about such things as the rug in the office. It is traditionally
designed by the First Lady to make a statement about the President, and Mrs. Bush
chose a brilliant yellow sunburst pattern to reflect 'hope'.
President Bush talked about the absolute need to believe that with hard work
and faith in God there is every reason to start each day in the Oval Office
with hope.
He and the First Lady were asked about the impact of the Presidency on their
marriage and, with an arm casually wrapped around Laura, he said that he
thought the place may be hard on weak marriages but that it had the ability to
make strong marriages even stronger and that he was blessed with a strong one.
After about 30 or 35 minutes, it was time to go. By then we were all relaxed
and I felt as if I had just had an excellent visit with a friend. The
President and First Lady made one more pass down the line of awardees, shaking
hands and offering congratulations. When the President shook my hand I said,
"thank you Mr. President and God bless you and your family."
He was already in motion to the next person in line, but he stopped abruptly
turned fully back to me, gave me a piercing look, renewed the vigor of his
handshake and said, "Thank you and God bless you and yours as well."
On our way out of the office we were to leave by the glass doors on the west
side of the office. I was the last person in the exit line. As I shook his
hand one final time, President Bush said, "I'll be sure to tell Marc hello and
give him your regards."
I then did something that surprised even me. I said to him, "Mr. President,
I know you are a busy man and your time is precious. I also know you to be a
man of strong faith and have a favor to ask you."
As he shook my hand he looked me in the eye and said, "Just name it."
I told him that my step-Mom was at that moment in a hospital in Kalispell,
Montana, having a tumor removed from her skull and it would mean a great deal
to me if he would consider adding her to his prayers that day.
He grabbed me by the arm and took me back toward his desk as he said, "So
that's it. I could tell that something is weighing heavy on your heart today. I
could see it in your eyes. This explains it."
From the top drawer of his desk he retrieved a pen and a note card with his
seal on it and asked, "How do you spell her name?" He then jotted a note to
her while discussing the importance of family and the strength of prayer. When
he handed me the card, he asked about the surgery and the prognosis. I told
him we were hoping that it is not a recurrence of an earlier cancer and that
if it is they can get it all with this surgery.
He said, "If it's okay with you, we'll take care of the prayer right now.
Would you pray with me?"
I told him yes and he turned to the staff that remained in the office and
hand motioned the folks to step back or leave. He said, "Bruce and I would like
some private time for a prayer."
As they left he turned back to me and took my hands in his. I was prepared
to do a traditional prayer stance - standing with each other with heads bowed.
Instead, he reached for my head with his right hand and pulling gently
forward, he placed my head on his shoulder. With his left arm on my mid back, he
pulled me to him in a prayerful embrace.
He started to pray softly. I started to cry. He continued his prayer for
Loretta and for God's perfect will to be done. I cried some more. My body shook
a bit as I cried and he just held tighter. He closed by asking God's blessing
on Loretta and the family during the coming months.
I stepped away from our embrace, wiped my eyes, swiped at the tears I'd left
on his shoulder, and looked into the eyes of our president. I thanked him as
best I could and told him that me and my family would continue praying for
he and his.
As I write this account down and reflect upon what it means, I have to tell
you that all I really know is that his simple act left me humbled and
believing. I so hoped that the man I thought him to be was the man that he is. I
know that our nation needs a man such as this in the Oval Office. George W. Bush
is the real deal. I've read Internet stories about the President praying
with troops in hospitals and other such uplifting accounts. Each time I read
them I hope them to be true and not an Internet perpetuated myth. This one, I
know to be true. I was there. He is real. He has a pile of incredible stuff on
his plate each day - and yet he is tuned in so well to the here and now that
he 'sensed' something heavy on my heart. He took time out of his life to
care, to share, and to seek God's blessing for my family in a simple man-to-man,
father-to-father, son-to-son, husband-to-husband, Christian-to-Christian
prayerful embrace. He's not what I had hoped he would be. He is, in fact, so
very, very much more.
Doing some checking on Bruce Vincent I found that he is Executive Director of "Provider Pals" a partner organization of the Historic Raven Resources Learning Center. The award to be presented to Bruce was in the category of outstanding privately funded historic preservation projects according to Snopes.com
And then there is this background profile on Bruce Vincent...
_http://www.infoag.org/ConferenceBuilder/cb_SpeakerInfo.asp?SPID=59&SSID=47&PRID=82
In case you never read this letter here it is in full. It's amazing how Mr Vincent was so easily led astray during his in person visit with Bush; getting all caught up as it were in the high polished protocols and pomp and circumstance, pre approach charisma of the moment in the Oval Room of the White House. I'm sure letters like this get many to rekindle their belief in him even when the HARD Evidence is Everywhere to the Contrary, simply because many people try to believe in the "basic good" of all humanity.
Without a good basic knowledge of Psychopathy, they do Stumble and Tumble...
The whole encounter though is another Prime Example of how a Psychopath can wear a most excellent MASK OF SANITY when they want to, when its in their best interest to Appear Opposite of who they Really are!
OUR PRESIDENT
Story by: Bruce Vincent
For those of us who sometimes find ourselves having doubts about our
President, here is an excellent piece--- worth every minute it takes to read it.
This is from a man, Bruce Vincent, from Montana who received an award from the
President. He writes:
I've written the following narrative to chronicle the day of the award
ceremony in DC. I'm still working on a press release but the White House press
corps has yet to provide a photo to go with it. When the photo comes I'll ship
it out. When you get done reading this you'll understand the dilemma I face in
telling this story beyond my circle of close friends.
Stepping into the Oval Office, each of us was introduced to the President
and Mrs. Bush. We shook hands and participated in small talk. When the
President was told that we were from Libby, Montana, I reminded him that Marc Racicot
is our native son and the President offered his warm thoughts about Governor
Racicot. I have to tell you, I was blown away by two things upon entering
the office.
First, the Oval Office sense of 'place' is unreal. The President later
shared a story of Russian President Putin entering the room prepared to tackle the
President in a tough negotiation and upon entering the atheist muttered his
first words to the President and they were "Oh, my God."
I concurred. I could feel the history in my bones. Second, the man that
inhabits the office engaged me with a firm handshake and a look that can only be
described as penetrating. Warm, alive, fully engaged, disarmingly
penetrating. I was admittedly concerned about meeting the man. I think all of us have an
inner hope that the most powerful man in our country is worthy of the
responsibility and authority that we bestow upon them through our vote.
I admit that part of me was afraid that I would be let down by the moment -
that the person and the place could not meet the lofty expectations of my
fantasy world. This says nothing about my esteem for President Bush but just my
practical realization that reality may not match my 'dream'.
Once inside the office, President Bush got right down to business and,
standing in front of his desk, handed out the awards one at a time while posing
for photos with the winners and Mrs. Bush. With the mission accomplished, the
President and Mrs. Bush relaxed and initiated a lengthy, informal conversation
about a number of things with our entire small group. He and the First Lady
talked about such things as the rug in the office. It is traditionally
designed by the First Lady to make a statement about the President, and Mrs. Bush
chose a brilliant yellow sunburst pattern to reflect 'hope'.
President Bush talked about the absolute need to believe that with hard work
and faith in God there is every reason to start each day in the Oval Office
with hope.
He and the First Lady were asked about the impact of the Presidency on their
marriage and, with an arm casually wrapped around Laura, he said that he
thought the place may be hard on weak marriages but that it had the ability to
make strong marriages even stronger and that he was blessed with a strong one.
After about 30 or 35 minutes, it was time to go. By then we were all relaxed
and I felt as if I had just had an excellent visit with a friend. The
President and First Lady made one more pass down the line of awardees, shaking
hands and offering congratulations. When the President shook my hand I said,
"thank you Mr. President and God bless you and your family."
He was already in motion to the next person in line, but he stopped abruptly
turned fully back to me, gave me a piercing look, renewed the vigor of his
handshake and said, "Thank you and God bless you and yours as well."
On our way out of the office we were to leave by the glass doors on the west
side of the office. I was the last person in the exit line. As I shook his
hand one final time, President Bush said, "I'll be sure to tell Marc hello and
give him your regards."
I then did something that surprised even me. I said to him, "Mr. President,
I know you are a busy man and your time is precious. I also know you to be a
man of strong faith and have a favor to ask you."
As he shook my hand he looked me in the eye and said, "Just name it."
I told him that my step-Mom was at that moment in a hospital in Kalispell,
Montana, having a tumor removed from her skull and it would mean a great deal
to me if he would consider adding her to his prayers that day.
He grabbed me by the arm and took me back toward his desk as he said, "So
that's it. I could tell that something is weighing heavy on your heart today. I
could see it in your eyes. This explains it."
From the top drawer of his desk he retrieved a pen and a note card with his
seal on it and asked, "How do you spell her name?" He then jotted a note to
her while discussing the importance of family and the strength of prayer. When
he handed me the card, he asked about the surgery and the prognosis. I told
him we were hoping that it is not a recurrence of an earlier cancer and that
if it is they can get it all with this surgery.
He said, "If it's okay with you, we'll take care of the prayer right now.
Would you pray with me?"
I told him yes and he turned to the staff that remained in the office and
hand motioned the folks to step back or leave. He said, "Bruce and I would like
some private time for a prayer."
As they left he turned back to me and took my hands in his. I was prepared
to do a traditional prayer stance - standing with each other with heads bowed.
Instead, he reached for my head with his right hand and pulling gently
forward, he placed my head on his shoulder. With his left arm on my mid back, he
pulled me to him in a prayerful embrace.
He started to pray softly. I started to cry. He continued his prayer for
Loretta and for God's perfect will to be done. I cried some more. My body shook
a bit as I cried and he just held tighter. He closed by asking God's blessing
on Loretta and the family during the coming months.
I stepped away from our embrace, wiped my eyes, swiped at the tears I'd left
on his shoulder, and looked into the eyes of our president. I thanked him as
best I could and told him that me and my family would continue praying for
he and his.
As I write this account down and reflect upon what it means, I have to tell
you that all I really know is that his simple act left me humbled and
believing. I so hoped that the man I thought him to be was the man that he is. I
know that our nation needs a man such as this in the Oval Office. George W. Bush
is the real deal. I've read Internet stories about the President praying
with troops in hospitals and other such uplifting accounts. Each time I read
them I hope them to be true and not an Internet perpetuated myth. This one, I
know to be true. I was there. He is real. He has a pile of incredible stuff on
his plate each day - and yet he is tuned in so well to the here and now that
he 'sensed' something heavy on my heart. He took time out of his life to
care, to share, and to seek God's blessing for my family in a simple man-to-man,
father-to-father, son-to-son, husband-to-husband, Christian-to-Christian
prayerful embrace. He's not what I had hoped he would be. He is, in fact, so
very, very much more.
