7 -7 2014 Messiah Colleen-Camping Sequoia Redwood Nat Forest

[Anne Terri]

"July 7, 2014 God's Living Bible - The Third Testament - God's New Revelations - The Gospel of Messiah and Apostle Rev Colleen Etana - Messiah and Apostle Rev Colleen Etana's Travel Log - Camping Trip In The Sequoia Redwood National Forest

(God With Colleen Etana Through The Holy Spirit)

I was invited to a camping trip for the 4th of July this week by my younger brother, Brian. There were ten of us that went altogether in two vehicles towing a trailer and small camper. Three adults, five younger adults, from 18 - 20, and two small children. We also brought three dogs along with their food and dishes.

I got to share alot of my journey from the last five years or so, making up for lost time, with another friend, who I also call my brother. His name is Jeff, and he is an only child. We met growing up in the same town of Vacaville as teenagers. He lived down the road in a million dollar house with a swimming pool, tennis courts, and lots of acreage. He was very lonely at that time in his life.

His parents were divorced, and his dad traveled alot, leaving him alone, often, in that huge mansion. So we sort of adopted him and he would hang out with us at our family farm several miles from his home. We have stayed in contact ever since and I hadn't seen him in a few years, to do so now brought me such happiness. His own daughter, stepdaughter and their boyfriends were the young adults with us. He also has a pilot's license as his dad owned a glider port so he learned how to fly. I would love that. 

We all headed up to the Sequoia Redwoods, only about 40 miles away from where I now live, in the high desert and a beautiful canyon area about an hour North of Bakersfield, California.

Though my family and I have grown up and had families of their own and moved apart to different states over the years, we have now gravitated to the same area as adults. It's nice to be together again and a part of each other's lives. To watch their children grow up. I have none of my own, though I helped raise two stepdaughters for almost 14 years within a previous relationship. 

We found the perfect campsite, not too many people camped this high, so we had alot of quiet and the forest to ourselves.
The energy there was so pure, the smell of pine, the soft forest floor covered with dry pine needles and pine cones, ferns and even Stinging Nettle, butterflies, bees, birds singing and flying all around us. Not too windy but a nice breeze off and on to cool us down a bit. There was a lovely stream running through it, the light bouncing off the water and glancing off pine needles and shining everywhere else our eyes could see. The moon and stars that were so thick in the night sky were mesmerizing.

We set up some tents, fold out tables and enough chairs for everyone to have a seat. Six coolers filled with food, water, other beverages, munchies and ice as we were staying for five days. 
The kids started playing in the water and running all over the place getting filthy immediately of course. We even brought their three wheeler trikes and a frisbee, so they'd have something to play with and do, to avert boredom.

We forgot a coffee pot, so had to play McGyver and come up with a system for making coffee. One of the boys, cut a plastic cup in half, used some wire to create a three legged stand that held the plastic cup snugly with a piece of wire also wrapped in a circle at the top of the stand. We put a coffee filter in the cup, then I took my elastic hair tie and held the filter in place so it wouldn't slip and ruin the coffee with grounds, Feeling Joyful. We poured hot water little by little over the grounds and filter until everyone had a cup every morning. 

We set up a dart board and some of us played card games at night in the light of the Coleman lantern. I had a little wine in the evening, the others drank some beer. We talked of many things, but Brian and I were also training the younger ones in survival the whole time. 

Which brings me to this subject.

Brian and I spoke long about how the world was when we were young. How kids were taught to work the land, grow their own food, be resourceful and self reliant. We didn't spend all day on our cell phones, playing video games or watching tv all day and night.

We lived off the work of our hands and learned how to survive here. We were taught how to take care of ourselves and not to be lazy or greedy, taking only what we could use and to give thanks everyday for our blessings. To be respectful and speak to others kindly, (though at times we all run into people that leave us no choice but to also speak quite plainly or assertively), and how to defend ourselves when necessary.  

How we were taught good work ethics and though our childhood was difficult at times, we thrived as it was the best way to grow up, for we worked very hard on the farm; raising animals, learning how to drive the tractors to plow fields or other farm equipment, plant, weed and harvest vegetable gardens, pick walnuts, almonds, pecans, then shell and store them.

We had olives and fermented them, picked fruit out of the orchards when they were ready every autumn, such as apricots, apples, prunes, pears, dried or canned them, canned as well all the produce for the winter from the one acre vegetable garden, baled hay, cut firewood, cleaned house, hung our clothes on a line to dry, built or repaired the outbuildings when needed which taught us how to use tools, nursed sick animals or each other through illnesses, mucked out the manure in their pens and used it along with the compost made from produce scraps, eggshells, coffee grounds, and whatever else could break down as fertilizer, so that nothing was ever wasted. We also shared the duty of a newspaper route, fed almost forty calves, mixing dry milk with warm water every morning before school and again in the evening. Learned how to give them antibiotic shots or bury them when they didn't make it. Built fencing and maintained all of this daily.

We played in the woods and grew up wild, but learned the art of gentleness as well as respect for the earth and wildlife. I loved to go out by myself and talk to the creatures of the forest, climb trees, go skinny dipping in the pond to beat the heat as well as the art of fishing for our food, baking bread, pies, or making cheese from goat's milk, pickles in crock pots and our own fresh butter too.
Even making ice cream with a hand crank, rock salt and ice was a family affair.

We had chickens that roamed free during the day and fresh eggs with bright orange yolks, not those pale ones we find sold in stores today full of hormones and whatever else they're given, from stressed out birds in tiny cages.
Not vegetables that were soaked in pesticides or GMO modified garbage that is causing so much sickness in the world today.

Fast food was a luxury after church on Sundays when we could afford it. Now we know it is truly toxic to the body of course. 

We had a wood stove that heated our whole house. It was over 100 years old, framed in with red brick and the kitchen was the heart of the home. We would run down as little kids before school, start the kindling in the stove, lay our clothes on top of the cooking surface to warm them and sit in our underwear around the kitchen table as a family. No TV on all the time, no sounds of a busy city and constant traffic. We actually spoke to each other and had real conversations as a family at mealtimes.

Not that all was always perfect for their was also much abuse coming from my father. He was a hard man but I learned so much from him even so. And my mother was an amazing woman and worked very hard taking care of four children. We all worked together from a very young age. We were financially poor, but were so rich in life itself. My mother made our gifts on Christmas, when we were very little until I was too old to wear hand made clothing to school. They were the best times and each gift had hours of love and time she gave to her family selflessly. She taught me so much and I so appreciate her, always will. Both parents have passed on in the last few years now.

So as our trip went on, Brian and I couldn't help but notice that these young adults only wanted to sit around and we were constantly picking up after them. They were 'blissfully and blindly unaware' of their surroundings because they had never had the adult supervision or teachers, parents, making them pick up after themselves, be careful with their supplies, ration out the food, water, keep the camp clean as we go, etc.

They didn't seem to have much respect or maybe I should just call it awareness for their own needs nor anyone else's really.
I think they were so used to everything being done FOR them and everything automatically being supplied as if there is no end in sight and what we needed would materialize out of thin air or with the mind set that we could always go down the mountain for more.

They don't think about what it costs in gas or supplies since they aren't paying for much of it on their own. Even down to running out of cigarettes and water, so that there wasn't enough for everyone and they'd leave half empty bottles of water or soda all over the camp and just get a new one. And these are what we call adults just because they reach the age of eighteen? Are these are the children of the new generation we are putting out into our world?

Are we to pamper them and continue to change their diapers all their lives and enable this to continue? Kill them with kindness? Or are we going to teach them how to help themselves and make good choices? Tough love time, and I'm not going to apologize all over myself when it comes to hurting a few feelings rather than allowing them to get themselves killed. There won't always be someone there to take care of them. We have to prepare them better than that. Does this make me cruel or practical? Which is crueler? We could always call it practicing tolerance and just allow them to be as they are I suppose and hope for the best. 

We cannot be so concerned with hurting everyone else's feelings all the time that we dance around each other and never get around to the truth of reality here as well. Too much time is wasted on tiptoeing around everybody's feelings all the time. There's a time and a place for everything and this was a minor boot camp in a way. Obviously it was necessary.

Well they were getting schooled for their own good and though my brother and I were kind, we were also very firm and insistent that they learn how to take care of themselves and not become a burden on others or society. Bringing these things into their awareness probably for the first time in their lives also brought into our awareness the fact that there are billions just in the USA that are not taught these basic skills which concerns us GREATLY as they will not make it very far in life or will just get on welfare like so many others as a way of life.

For example, I brought all the medical supplies, bug spray, soap, extra socks and shoes, lots of water for myself, towels, an outdoor shower for hot showers, which is actually a luxury, special water shoes for the river, two knives, a flashlight, a can opener, knowing that some of these were items most would forget and I like to be prepared for any emergency. 

The first night we were attacked by mosquitoes, and I had to use my spray for most of them. It was a good thing mine was DEET free for one of the girls mentioned she was allergic to it or something. This would not last us five days at the rate they were using up our supplies, so then what would we do? Be selfish and not allow them to use our spray so we wouldn't run out? Then all of us could just suffer together? A bit of resentment started building in the ones who were actually thinking ahead and being responsible as I'm praying and hoping more reading this can imagine than not. Take action now, before it becomes too late.

Brian had some with him for his family, but what about everyone else? They would have been eaten alive. I also had medicine with lidocaine in it, (a burn cream), that had to be used for the bites they did get. I brought Benadryl for any other reactions that might flare up too, just in case. One of the girls cut her finger dicing potatoes one morning for example. No band aids did they have with them.

So we ended up going back down the mountain 40 miles to a store to replenish water in less than 36 hours! The teenagers went through almost 40 bottles of water by the next afternoon, unsupervised. We could only observe with amazement and look at each other in disbelief.

I made each one of them buy their own gallon of water for the next two days, write their names on them with a black marker and be more responsible this time. If they wanted coffee, they must all put in some of their own water.
(None of them thought to bring their own coffee either but they sure wanted to have some and they were piling in the scoops as though there was no end to the stash my brother Brian brought with him. I had to keep reminding them to at least save him some of it every morning! Such blind selfish ignorance is truly a disease!)

We also gave them turns helping to cook meals, do the dishes, keep their things organized, and not leave their cigarette butts and empty water bottles or soda cans all over Nature, (still can't believe I had to even tell them this), to keep the camp area clean. I made them get their own bug spray too and anything else they thought they might need in a pinch.

We taught them to ration their food and water, and not eat everything in the camp in one day, to think about the days ahead and two of them caught on, but the other two, still sat around and all they were concerned about was smoking marijuana all day long. It was ridiculous. 

I told Brian to make a rule. He or she who works and helps, eats, the rest are on their own and I will not waste a moment feeling sorry for them. They should know better and it shouldn't come as such a surprise to be told "No". Being a servant to others does not mean being a doormat or that it should always be one sided. They can learn how to serve and join in like the rest. I was shocked and appalled at the apathy and entitlement that I was witnessing.

I gave them a scenario as we were riding to the store to replace all the water they had wasted or just used up and to pick up some things they had not thought to bring for themselves. I asked them what would they do if the power went out for several weeks, the stores were cleaned out of food, it was the middle of winter, there were no cars on the road because the gas station pumps could not pump due to the electricity being out? How would you survive? Have you ever thought about being in a situation like this before? We are not far from another serious depression right now in this country like the Great Depression of their grandparents that was not so long ago either.

Where would they turn for help when everyone else was in the same boat? They had better start paying attention and learning how to survive and develop good work ethics, not complain constantly and be lazy, dishing out many suggestions but never getting off their butts to actually perform any kind of duties as if their lives were at everyone else's expense or responsibility. 

Their answers were pitiful.

And in truth I told them that not only would their attitudes not be welcome, they would not either because they were dead weight with no skills, motivation, or abilities to even provide for themselves. A harsh reality check. It has been said that sometimes we must be cruel to be kind.

To be accepted as a productive member of any group, they must at the very least be willing to jump in and help with whatever needs to be done period. Most people are more concerned with how little they can get away with doing rather than how much help they can offer to the whole situation. 

I told them as gently as possible, but also as seriously as I could to try to get through to them. This was and is not a joke.
I most certainly do not think it funny when someone's stupidity puts us all at risk, do you?

I told Brian that we need to think about holding classes for teenagers to come and learn how to do all these things on his ranch, because it is obvious their parents aren't teaching them and though these things have their place too, learning history or how to play softball in school will not prepare them with the basic survival skills they all need in this world right now. Their attitudes alone when it comes to work or being self starters were nothing short of all it would take to start a small war or get them removed from any group situation that calls for cooperation. Slackers verses Workers. Guess who would win and who would lose?

We so need to create better leaders in our children and work to become the best leaders of our households as well as communities that we can be. Yes, we all make mistakes, but there is not always room for redundant mistakes, if you take my meaning.
We must draw the line somewhere. 

Over half the population thinks that steak and potatoes come from the store and most barely know how to cook something that doesn't come out of a box with directions for the microwave. Some can't even follow these simple directions. And to live without cell phones or TV is almost unheard of now. All the things we take for granted everyday. We are so spoiled in this country. Would you and your children be a burden on others or would you all be able to help instead? Are you doing so now or waiting for the worst to happen first? If people would at least prepare for just their own families, we could all weather the storms that are coming with the least amount of lives lost.

The direction things are heading with the world economy at this time, it truly could happen and most of them will not survive.
It would be or will be horrible to have to turn people away because I cannot feed them since they will not listen now. We try to warn them but they don't want to hear it. We won't be able to help them then. Everyone walks around thinking, "Oh, it will never happen to me." 

I'm not just talking about the little ones, but so many billions of adults as well. It is astounding the numbers that will not know what to do and will cause chaos because of it. This is a real threat at this time. Most of us that are preparing know that the worst we will face is when our neighbors are starving, not from the military or police during a time of martial law that could be implemented at any time, with FEMA camps being built in the USA over the last several years as the government prepares for civil unrest in case it comes to that.

What could we be called on to do to protect ourselves if this occurs against our own neighbors? The ones we're supposed to love as we love ourselves? In a perfect world maybe this could be true and we could all wear rose colored glasses. But when it comes down to starvation in America? They will return to their beast nature all too quickly and forget all about loving their neighbors. We will have to be very strong and be watchful at the least to make sure pandemonium doesn't break out and take over our neighborhoods. We will have to stand together with those who have level heads to help the elderly and make serious decisions for the good of the whole, not just the few.

We have a great responsibility for making sure our children and future generations not only survive but thrive in a world that is safe with enough to go around for everyone and to be aware of the needs of others, not just themselves. 

It all begins with the children's education at home, learning basic living skills, learning how to share without being taken advantage of at the same time and as well as continuing to learn ourselves, anything that can help for the greater good of us all.
It takes whole communities working together to raise responsible families.  

This next part of my story will show you how important it is that at least two people in a party such as ours, knows first aid and CPR. An extremely valuable set of skills that everyone should add to their goal list. Imagine if you were the one that could save a life. Then imagine just having to stand there and watch someone die because you didn't know what to do or couldn't even begin to help them. I hate feeling helpless, don't you? Get motivated, whatever it takes. Don't take life lying down.

On the more miraculous and lighter side of things, we all had a great time for the most part and I would like to end this story on a happier note for I also think that most of the world has not taken into account the Divine Intervention that is occurring especially at this time in order to avoid an Armageddon style timeline agenda. Becoming One with the Divine can and will change the world.
Don't neglect your Spirituality as this is what's wrong with the world. 

The second day, little five year old Jacob was playing on the slippery mossy rocks. We kept warning him to slow down, stop jumping and had to constantly keep an eye on him for he kept forgetting not to run while playing in his excitement. 
Well he slipped and hit the back of his head, hard, on the slab of rock in the middle of the stream and went down. I knew he would before it happened and it was only a matter of time, which only served to make me nervous and a little jumpy. At least it didn't bleed from being cut. 

We walked him to a chair, I made an ice-pack with a zip-lock bag and put it against the knot that was swelling up rapidly. He made as if to gag and vomit, which really frightened us for a minute because that would mean he had a concussion. We checked his pupils for dilation, kept the ice on his head and gave him a sip of water, making him relax for the rest of the day and watched him carefully.

He was pretty pale and I sat in the back seat of the air conditioned car for awhile, using the ice off and on. I started praying to God to help me heal him with the aid of the Angels while I held my hand over the back of his head. Needless to say, the swelling went down within three hours, his color came back and he was up for playing again very quickly, though we made him take it easy anyway. 

My brother Brian set his alarm that night and woke him every two hours just to make sure, but by morning it was as if it never happened. 

Thank You God for always being there and giving us so much assistance as well as such beauty and wonders to explore here on earth. I am so very grateful and proud to call You Father. 


AMEN"