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So a -former- roommate of mine, Jay, has a blog. He writes every now and then, and i like it. I encourage you all to visit his blog and try some stories, although the latest i just think everyone should read, if you want to understand what i’ve done and learned in Canada. Jay goes to explain about what streams does on the streets and discribes his experiences. On being veiled, Jay says:
“Simply put, we speak in terms they understand and can relate to, and are not turned off to due to past experiences. If this offends you. I really don’t care. It works.”
American clearity! I’ve missed that! He goes on to say this, -and the reason why you should read his blog-
“Let me just say this; the hardest part is not stepping out and being bold, prophesying, or praying for healing for people, or any of that. The hard part, is also what makes it the most effective and also the most rewarding; We go without motive.”
Want more? Go pay him a visit.
Surely, devine healing should be free. So, together with a group of people from The Fire from Zeewolde I went to Paraview, a psychic fair, with lots ofparagnostics, healers and a whole lot of other ‘different’ people. It was a experience with two sides: One, i did not feel at home in the atmosphere, which did not come as a surprise. Two, as soon as someone sat down in front of me and my teammate, i just loved it. Sometimes a bit anxious too, to be honest. “Let’s hope God shows me something, i understand it, and the people in front of me get it too.”
We focused on three things: Spiritual Advice, Healing and Dream Interpretation. So far we haven’t had a lot of dreams, which i’m thankfull for, because man, that can be hard! People have mostly been reacting to the spiritual advice. The men, women and children that come to a psychic fair are open to lot’s of stuff, which makes it hard and easy at the same time. At one hand they’ll be willing to listen to you and prophetic words A.K.A. spiritual advice, at the other hand people can find it difficult to tell the one source from the other. Still something i’m struggling with. In the meantime, i don’t believe sitting still is a very good option, so i guess finding a better way as we go is a better idea.
“As we go” is pretty cool sometimes. Last saturday, some people from our team hooked up with a lady from the Healing Rooms who was at the fair too, and they saw three people healed, of which one had a deaf ear. That news spread quickly through the fair! Next to that there were some cool encounters, with people just getting what they needed. For some this was a word of knowlegde, for other it was straight up having an encounter with God.
For me personally, it was a struggle here and there, but i found God is still training my gifts and even developing them. I had words of knowlegde for people, and they mostly consist of their gifting and calling. Next to that, i’m seeing that God is starting to reveal more supernatural knowlegde about physical ailments, although lot’s of times i don’t even know. The first i had was that i saw a right hand, with a bone sticking out. I thought it would come later, but as i was sharing the word with my team, one of the team-members showed her right hand, and a bone sticking out under her skin! I prayed, but did not see a healing. Don’t understand that. Anyways, not to long after that me and my teammate were ministering to a mother and her 2 daughters, i was thinking of a broken elbow. I shared my words, including the broken elbow thing, in the right arm. I thought it was metaphorical, but had a hard time interpreting it. The interpretation didnt seem to be right too. Plus, one of the daughters started chuckling when i shared about the right elbow. My thoughts were, “great, she’s cynical, this will be fun.” It turned out, as you might have guessed, that the mother had a issue with her right arm, and did not know the problem. Again i prayed, invited the Healer to come and heal her. Again, i did not see an immediate result. I don’t understand it, but i guess i will just keep praying and let God do the healing.
Cool thing was that after having ministered to the mom and daughter, we invited them to join in ministering to the other sister/daughter. Her mom felt a tingling sensation in her lower back, after inviting the spirit of truth to reveal her something. Her daughter told about pain in her back, so we joined hands with the mom and let her put her hand on her back, prayed, and the daughter said she could feel the pressure sinking away. Yeah Jehovah Rapha!
What I love so much about The Fire is that there’s a HUGE desire to let people know who they are encountering. In most encounters with people we talk about our source, Jesus Christ. I felt blessed that God seemed to work through me, and it really fired up my relationship with Jesus in a really unexplaineble manner. So cool! So worth it!
The word is out: My sister is getting married! With my dear and good friend Jeroen Marcus, depicted above.
Jeroen asked her to marry him in Uganda, and she said yes, after falling in love with him, experiencing his romantic and masculine rescue-mission in Uganda, Africa. What happened there i do not know, but they’re back, both in one piece. Dunno what the lamp is doing there, but apparently that simple device is a deadly weapon in the hands of this southern dutch man.
About the piece pictured above: It’s made in photoshop, consisting of photos of Jeroen & Anne Esther, Apocalyptic Los Angeles, mushroom clouds and some destroyed Gaza buildings. There’s a T800 too. Yeah.
With great interest i’ve been trying to follow the presidential elections of the Islamic republic of Iran. This former home of all the great kings of old and a real good dream interpreter is now the epicentre of social unrest. After about four years of Ahmadinejad and a whole lot closer to a massive Middle Eastern war later, i was hoping and maybe even praying that his contester, Mir Hossein Mousavi, would seize the presidency. Why? Seriously, i really think that Ahmadinejad could ignite a war no one will be happy with, not even mentioning the direction towards a dictorial government over the heads of the iranian people. Mousavi was a man who’s name i can pronounce, plus he seems to have a more pragmatic world-and-israel-view. I’ll confess that i dont know crap about what he stands for, but he for reforms, and he’s backed by most students in Iran.
Now the votes have been counted, and it seems that Ahmadinejad has won with overwhelming majority. The Mousavi Students don’t believe this so they start expressing their uneasy, very powerfully depicted by the picture on top of this post. I mean, it must be really sad and frightening to live in a country that is going such a extreme -islamic and nucluar- direction, and there’s nothing you can do about it. The solution won’t be burning a bus, while making the peace sign with your sweet watch and hardcore belt, but what would i do?
“God, protect the Iranians.”
I got a new blog skin! Not made by myself, although i’d like to, one day. This change was needed because the skin i used, was used alot and i just got tired of it. This one will definitly save some energy because of all the blackness on your screen, but i will compensate with lot’s of eye candy. I’ll focus my blog more on what i’m doing nowadays, which is alot about design and alot of other cool stuff. So, to effectively combine the two, i give you this image:
Hopefully no one remembers Pankra’s splash page of some years ago, although that one did not have stars in it. Mine has. It’s a sign made for The Fire, which will also be one of the focuses of this blog, because it’s a group of people who like to do stuff, and i’m getting to know em. Awesome!
So, I’m back! Blogging! prepare for lot’s of images, and cool testimonies.
Awesome.
Being back home has proven to be good. I’ve spend alot of time hanging out with friends, and making new ones. Festivals are the main source of that, since i spend some time working at both Soul Survivor Festival and Opwekking. I was a assistant event manager at the first, and helping lead a team of passionate coffee makers at the second…
I’ve been to the soul survivor festival since i was 14, missed one, and now i’m 22. For the last couple of years I helped out at the festival, doing different things, mostly not requiring any responsibility. This time a little bit different, but a very talented and precise event manager provided a well organised festival, and a team of ass. event managers made it possible for me to spend alot of time hanging out at the hospitality, which has become the constant highlight of the Soul Survivor Festival for the last 3 years. Always meeting fun people, good talks and free crisps. What more can i ask for? Anyways, don’t get the wrong idea of me working at the festival, I did sweat and bleed for Soul Survivor…
Leading the team at opwekking was just as much fun. Compassion Nederland hosted the Compassion Cafe, the place to be at the festival which welcomes an average of 30.000 guests a day, of which 17.000 were camping out. The cafe was set up in an old circus tent from the 1910’s, and it looked friggin awesome. I want to have it and bring it down to Provence, France so i can have my wedding party in it. Sounds good? It was a really nice experience working with a good team of lots of young guys, and one very strong girl. I mean, she had to be. We all pretty much had to learn the whole coffee business, what resulted in a lot of free coffee for me. As a basketball player i’d say; swish! Nothing but net!
In the mean time, i was looking for work, next to having a little bit of vacation (after coming back from Canada) and working a bit in the Soul Survivor Office. My quest for money has led me to start a freelance design business, taking care of print- and webdesign. I had a blast in Canada doing just that for 20hours a week, so why not continue? So, still looking for some job, but at the same time my mind is exploding with designs and doing stuff for different people. So much fun! I’ve discovered the ambition part of me now and i kinda like it!
Last thing i’ll mention here: My sister is back from Uganda! She left just days before i came back from Canada, so havent seen her in like 9 months. She had a tough time in Uganda having to fight malaria twice (!) but somehow she came back better looking than ever! That might have different reasons of which i’m probably not allowed to talk about, so i’ll stop right here.
punto!
But did you?
This blog is about alot but personally i love the design and photography stuff the most. So some time ago i stumbled on this website, called youthoughtwewouldntnotice.com. This website is dedicated to find design rip offs around the world. And i have to say, the results are shocking! Take a look on the website and you’ll see blatant copies of designs done by pro’s, very often copied by fellow-pro’s! Short deadline, time pressure, or just no inspiration, it doesnt matter. Plagiarism at its best.
The cool thing about the blog is that it exposes the people who rip off, and some people take action and change for the better. Every designer should know this website, so whenever something is copied, its noticed. And it should give the lazy designers a good reason to think of an other job.
Legally some things are possible though. That would have to do with the copyrights or public domain. Because, looking on this website, suddenly something popped up i did not expect:
Here i noticed! Iso50, one of my major inspirations in design has a poster design and a shirt design with the ‘workers’ depicted on them, and both of those items are in my possession, payed for and everything. Luckily for him, these soviet propaganda posters are public domain, so no copyright and royalties. Just like the Ernesto “CHE” Guevarra face. Printed everywhere by everyone, making money off of it.
Legal? yes.
Original Inspiration? uhm…
ps. iso50 himself was actually ripped off big time! Check this out!
There is no place like home. True, very true indeed. I’ve spend three weeks in my home country now and the time has come, to change my blogname because Canada is no longer the country that’s hosting me. Now it’s really hard to write the blog that i want to wirte, because there is so much to tell. I’ve been having symptoms of a massive writers block lately, so that always supplies me of way to much to write about, with just as much dread to actually start because of the quantity of things i want to share.
But i figured i could do a top ten list about what i love about the Netherlands and being back, and what i miss of not being in Canada. I will not include people because that will most likely start a war in the North American Hemosphere and i do not like that idea.
So let me start with “What i Love About The Netherlands”
- Dutch Snacks
- Dutch Kitchen
- Dutch Food in general
- Friends and family
- I can speak dutch again
- I can say SHIT in a church and it’s all good
- I can drink beer. And other enjoyable alcoholic drinks
- Everything looks nice, clean and tidy,
- which caused me to get a new appreciation for our forrests and farmland
- home
and second, “What i Love About Canada”
- Canadian People. Americans included. I love the open culture
- the Canadian flag. Seriously, i love that thing. Go Maple Leafs, Go!
- The atmosphere of faith
- Mature christians
- Mountains!
- The Canadian english language
- That massage-chair that was in the guys house the first three months
- Starbucks Coffee. Venti Caramel Latte, it was a mistake to leave you. Will you ever forgive me?
- Josh’s coffee in the morning
- Pinchelata’s. So okay, i don’t know how to write that but ALL you Streamers know what i’m talking about!
comments please!
had coffee? – check
Backpack filled up – check
said bye to the canadian flag and mountains – check
Today I fly back home, via heathrow and Brussels. Long hours ahead of me, from door to door will be over 24 hours but i can’t complain, flying is still the fastest means of transportation. Wish me luck, good flights and devine appointments. Expect more about my time in Canada soon…
BYE and see you again! Whenever!
Norma jean knows how its done. Hard. Fast. Good song titles. Important things. My blog has not been hard, fast and full of good titles. I thought i couldnt touch me, but i’ve been diagnosed with ‘Writers Bloc’. It sucks. You just don’t care about certain things anymore, grow your beard, don’t come out of your room, pee in empty plastic rootbeer bottles… Kinda like in that movie: ……… (who will guess this?)
But today it has been broken. The one way to get out of it is have a good reason, and a shotgun is a reason like that. One of my (America) roommates (or should i say housemates, because we don’t really share a room… Hmm, Homeboy maybe?) saw my admiration for his shotgun. I’ve been playing around with it, practising how fast i could fire and reload, and catch the shells when i flip the gun open. I’ve gotten pretty good at it i must say. I’ve also been playing around with it in and around the house, mostly ambushing people by jumping out of closets, storming in their room or curving the bullet. Curving was hard, i haven’t mastered that one yet. But now that i’m leaving soon, he decided he’d give me his gun. Shotgun, that is. So, my country won’t be for old men when i come back.
and in the unlikely case you didn’t realise: it’s a toy.
“TONIGHT, WE DINE, IN HELL ANTON’S PASTA!”
Prachtige film, 300. Een clubje mannen, geen grammetje vet, stoer gezichtshaar en leren onderbroeken met rode cape vechten tot de dood hun scheidt. Waar voorheen Braveheart de uber mannenfilm was, opgevolgd door Gladiator, is nu 300 de meest mannelijke cinematische expressie beschikbaar op een beeldscherm. Ik heb niet zoveel goeds over voor de verheerlijking van de Spartanen, daar die knakkers de nazi’s van hun tijd waren, maar de beelden mogen er wezen, en zo ook de stoere quotes, zoals je kan lezen in de eerste regel van deze blog. Maar, als je de film kent zie je dat mijn opgeschreven zin iets anders is dan de daadwerkelijke quote.
Chris, 1 van leider van de school hier daagde ons uit om naar Anton’s Pasta te gaan, om daar ons bord leeg te eten en zo een gratis pen te krijgen. Ik snapte er niet zoveel van, maar italiaanse pasta gaat er altijd wel in, helemaal met de restaurant prijzen en de huidige dollarkoers (ik ben toch echt een Nederlander) ben ik er helemaal klaar voor. Dus begaven Chris, ik en 4 anderen ons naar Burnaby, een bijstad van Vancouver om in de rij te staan, in regen nog wel, voor een bordje eten. Terwijl we daar buiten in de regen stonden, konden de mensen binnen zien eten, van hun volle borden. En de borden zijn me toch een klap vol. Niet te doen. Je krijgt een berg met eten voorgeschoteld en iedereen loopt het restaurant uit met driekwart van hun eten, om dat later te verorberen. Ik snapte wat Chris zei, over die pen. Het is namelijk zo dat als je je bord kan leeg eten je een pen krijgt, waarop staat: “I ate it all!”
Na wat wachten, schoven we aan bij een tafel met de menu’s voor ons. Ik zocht naar de lasagna, vond em en was tevreden. De andere 5 deden er ongeveer 20 minuten over om hun eten te kiezen, dus dat gaf mij wat tijd voor wat zelf reflectie. Altijd fijn. Toen we flink wat later eindelijk onze borden vol met eten kregen van een italiaanse ober look alike van Syler (ja, Syler ja) begonnen we aan ons avontuur. Mijn goedheid, die gasten wisten wat te doen met lasagna! zo machtig goed! Ik eten, en eten, en eten! om wat later er achter te komen dat ik een kwart had opgegeten, en propvol zat. De 4 anderen waren bij hetzelfde station gestopt, maar Chris ging door. En Chris at, en at, en at, alles wat op zijn bord lag. Chris was de kampioen! Hij kreeg een pen. Ik kreeg ondertussen wat onzekere gevoelens over mij en mijn kwart opgegeten bord. Dat zag er niet goed uit voor mijn ego. En terwijl ik dat dacht, nam Chris zijn laatste hap en maakte het mooi af met een een vuist op tafel en een welgemeende “SPARTAAAH!”
Groot waren mijn ogen, deze man was ubermannelijk. Ik moest hem volgen. Dus, ik dacht, ik zeg gewoon, “SPARTA” en begin dapper met happen nemen. Zo gedacht zo gezegd zo gedaan, en het lukte me! Elke keer, na drie happen, hoorden mijn tafelgenoten “SPARTA!” en zagen mij weer happen nemen van mijn eten. Dapper marcheerde ik door mijn eten heen, totdat ik eindelijk… de helft op had. Zo vol! Dat was het, ik was trots genoeg op mezelf. Ik was (en ben nog steeds) erg verrast dat ik door simpel “SPARTA!” te zeggen meer kon eten, ookal voelde ik me vol genoeg.
Dus mannen, als je iets niet kan, maar wil het toch doen, zeg luid en duidelijk
ps. Wat het verhaal nog mooier maakte, was dat aan de tafel naast ons een gast zat die elke keer naar ons keek wanneer we Sparta zeiden. Hij vertelde later, dat hij uit griekenland kwam, uit een gebied genaamd, jawel… “zeg het woord!”
Even snel een update uit het natte noorden. Ik geniet de laatste tijd steeds meer van nieuwe muzikale geluiden, van clubtunes, tot wat ik voorheen tot “watjesrock” zou bestempelen (bijvoorbeeld: Saybia). Ookal lijkt de stijl van deze artiest totaal niet op Saybia, toch is er wat zachts te vinden in Iron and Wine. In mijn gedachtenwereld zie ik nu vele wenkbrauwen omhoog gaan:
“Dat wisten we toch al lang?”
“Ja, maar ik niet.”
Niet zo lang geleden las ik het boek “Unmasking the Jezebel Spirit” van John Paul Jackson. Een wat pittig boek om doorheen te komen, maar geeft wel wat waardevolle kennis en openbaring. Daarnaast was ik natuurlijk wat benieuwd geworden naar Jezebel, en als je benieuwd bent in deze tijden kan je twee dingen doen:
- Wikipedia
- Youtube
Ik dacht, ik probeer youtube. En hier zijn we aangekomen bij Iron and Wine, die in een prachtige muzikale voorstelling zijn poetisch talent laat zien in het nummer, jawel, Jezebel.
