Three Signs My Brother Died…

Introduction:

This is an important blog entry about my brother Vernon who just passed away as of Feb. 23rd at the age of 69.  We were informed of this by the Police knocking at our door at 3:30 am. the morning of Feb. 26th.  I intend not only to paint a picture of just who my brother was, but also to show the mysterious way in which God works with us, and that He intends to keep us, no matter what we’ve done on this screwy, backward rotating rock, and why this is so.  My purpose, is to soften your hearts via how things really are, as apposed to how they often ‘appear’ to be, and to have Vern’s legacy of kindness, understanding and generosity toward all of Mankind live on.  This is so important a part to me, because his humanitarianism was the least understood thing about him, to whomever chanced to cross his path…  Also of corpse, as a Testimony to our loving God, as: ‘A Tale of The Christ…’

_A colorful bird

Appearances are often deceptive!

This was sign # 1:

Christ relayed to me in a most unusual way because it was in such a round about fashion.  He’s a very busy guy, so he doesn’t always relay things to us himself, but rather via the 60 billion some odd Angels at his beckoned call.  Whenever something very important happens in my life, he always speaks to me in three’s.  Not just sure why: perhaps that’s just what it takes to penetrate this thick skull of mine.  Anyway, the signs are always very distinct, and in no way can ever be misinterpreted or passed off as mere coincidence by the time he’s done with me.

On my brother’s B-Day, which occurred on February 11th., I was being plagued in my mind, for some two weeks prior, to get in contact with my brother, after some 20 years of separation: to make amends with him, and reestablish contact that we’d lost.  This was not a mere prodding, yet rather, an insistent urgency that his time with us was short!  So I did…  On that day, I went into my e-mail and received an entry from a local friend that was registered on Facebook.  So I went there to read the rest of it, and there as the very first entry on Facebook, was this beautiful bird…

Underneath, the caption read: ‘What Artist could possibly compare with this?’  I was all ready with one of my smart ass answers like: ‘Pablo Pick-Ass-Hole!’  Yet something, or rather, ‘someone’ intervened, and I instead imposed the question: ‘God?’  It wasn’t to be until all three signs were delivered to me, that I realized it had came from this Angle that said:  ‘Though your brother looks Massive enough to have three moons orbiting him: ‘Elder Baron, Glutinous Maximus, and Slam Dunk’, this is how he looks on the inside!’  This very unusually beautiful bird was later to drive me to tears for ever having been disgusted with him, when it was what life had done to him that I should have been disgusted with al along!  That way, I most assuredly would not of vanquished him!

Judge not, lest ye be judged!

This was sign # 2:

_A Job

We are incapable of judging others because of the immense number of prejudicial influences imposed upon us most every single day of our lives!  We discriminate against God, Men, Women, Cultural differences, Gays, Pedophiles, the food we eat, the clothes we wear, pollution, the fishing industry, war, peace, dogs, cats, you name it!  In fact, we are engulfed in small mindedness from the moment we are born, that what appears to be, is so, and what is hidden from us, are lies, when in fact, it’s the very opposite that really reveals the truth!  Namely, that we are all made from the same tattered cloth…

On the day my brother died, my Common Law Wife came in to awaken me, and I was laying on my back, with my mouth gapping wide open!  I was a ghastly shade of grey, and didn’t appear to be breathing!  She thought for certain that I was dead!  Here was a judgment call that by all intents and purposes, appeared to be one way, yet was truly another!  When she told me, I now was truly alarmed that something was not all well in Paradise!

Am I my brother’s keeper?

This was sign # 3:

Vern with new car

This is the best picture I could find of my brother Vern from his Facebook Timeline.  Actually I called him: ‘Fern’ whenever I called to him, and he thought I was saying his name.  Little did he know I had named him after a plant…  My brother was a pedophile because of what my Father did to him, and because my Mother’s answer to this, was to place Vern in: ‘The Orillia Ontario Hospital’ from the age of 14, to 21.  The sign on the door may just as well have read: ‘Breeding Ground for Pedophiles!’  That was 7 years I will never recapture…  Nor do I have a desire to do so!

The moral is, that we are never to judge who someone is, or rather, how they got to become who they are, because this terrible thing he inherited, was a learned behavior: as real, and all encompassing to him, as how naturally you use a fork to eat with!  We are NOT to judge them!  Our job is to help them: to repair the awful traumatic damage that they themselves suffered to so drastically change them!  To love and understand them, because they are who need that from us the most!  Turning our backs on them, or exacting retribution only makes things worse.

When the Police dawned on my door at that time in the morning, I felt certain I was going to jail!  I had no clue what for. I just figured that could be the only possible reason.  Even when they asked me: ‘Do you have a brother named Vernon Everett?’  And: Does he live at Blah Blah?’  I still thought: ‘What trouble has his partner gotten him into now?’  Then The male of the two said: ‘I regret to inform you that your brother has deceased…’  Well that threw me 2 feet back into the back of my chair!  Not because of shock, but because the three signs had been confirmed!

The third sign came into the sign of a lesson really…  I called his best friend from Victoria B.C. in an attempt to recover some memories of Vern that I had missed.  To my utter surprise and amazement, he had been named Executor of The Will, and arrived here without it: only saying that he and Vern had signed all the money over to him, and he was instructed to give us $10,000 from the 80,000 left to him.  A Will he couldn’t find, that was never registered, and he wanted us to sign on the dotted line in triplicate form?  Oh this was all very fishy to everyone but me…

Everyone chattered about me all about how this man was a snake stealing my inheritance right out from under my nose, while they all clamored about to claim his possessions…  I’m sure you know the routine.  Yet it wasn’t I my brother knew best.  It was the man who accepted him for what he was when nobody else would!  I lost friends when I was anywhere near Vern.  Yet this man brought him friends, and gave him an extended life my brother otherwise never would have had!  So I signed over the money, and made my best friend, and wife, put their clammy, sweaty hands to it too!

So you see my delicate flowers?  It’s not what he left behind materially that was important, but the great generosity with which he treated everyone in real life!  It was his odd ball, naturally funny personality, his great love for all of Mankind, and the beautiful, and somewhat unique bird that was within him…  So the third sign really came after his death:  that no matter who others think we are, if God loves us enough to prepare us for what’s coming, that means He loves him as well!  And we, all of us but his true friend, the tyrant blood sucker, should have loved him more!

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