The best word ever spoken

by Insitor Messor

DON’T BE servile. Always be ready to act in the interests of our people, and act with quiet, assertive confidence.

I took a woman on a date to a restaurant on New Year’s Eve. In the back was a group of our beloved African-American equals, making enough noise to be, well, distasteful. There were two booths available. One booth was back near Little Africa, and the other was far away from our dusky brethren. The hostess told us there was an open booth, and moved to seat us near Little Africa. I looked at the waitress and firmly said, “No, we aren’t sitting next to those people. Hell no. We’ll sit up here, where people know how to behave.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the booths near us. People were paying attention.

We were seated — away from Little Africa — and my friend said, “Why don’t you want to sit back there?”

I could see people around us — older people, prosperous people, educated people, White people — almost pause to hear my response.

“Well, I just can’t stand to be around those jungle savages. Simple as that. There’s no peace and quiet, and they just ruin the experience for the rest of us. They ruin every place they go. Simple as that.”

Everyone around us grinned quietly; one guy looked at me, smiled, and gave me the “thumbs up.”

“Do you think you’re a racist?” my date asked.

“Yes. Yes, I am. So were all of my ancestors, and so were all of your ancestors. They, alone, built civilization, they alone make democratic governments work, and they alone are responsible for all that is good on this planet. Medicine? White people. Hospitals? White people. Schools? White people. Men on the Moon, and bringing them back? White people. Do you see a pattern here?”

“I don’t think it’s going to work out between us.”

“Fine. I’ll take you home now.”

“Okay. I’m sorry you’re a racist.”

“I’m not, as you understand the term, but I don’t have time to explain this to you. For that matter, if I have to explain it to you, then I have too much work to do.”

Every man looked at me with a smile of support and approval.

Not one woman looked at her with anything other than pity.

Then came the kicker.

She spoke softly, quietly, with a skip of hesitance.

“I don’t want to ride in a car with a racist.”

“Fine. Here’s cab fare home. Happy New Year.”

She went to call the cab. An older couple who had seen all of this was nearby.

The guy looked at me and smiled, while shaking his head and nodding in her direction.

His wife looked at me and said, “It’s not my business to say, mister, but you are right, and she’s wrong. She’ll be sorry she let you go.”

I looked at them, said “Thanks,” and gave them Kevin Alfred Strom’s best line: “What happened to us? What happened to White people?” And I told them where they could find out more.

I mention this as a reminder that race is a concept that is greater than mere words can convey; you can explain what it is, up to a point, and how it operates, up to a point. Past that point you are in the realm of inner knowledge coupled with creativity. Past that point of mere explanation is where we need to go. The raw materials are in place in each of us. We all have that inner knowledge, but it requires the spark of creativity to give it life.

At the restaurant that day, my inner knowledge and a little spark of creativity combined — and I acted. And my actions made an impression.

The arts preceded the development of words. The human mind is a symbol processor, and the arts are how the soul communicates without words with other souls. Our public actions can be a form of art.

When we allow the words we hear — and these days, most of those words are unhealthy — to overrule the soul, we literally remove ourselves from the source of our creativity, which is, uniquely, the hallmark of our race. As a result, too many of us slowly go mad. We’re trying to make the outer world of the propasphere, the 24/7 wall of damnable Jew-controlled media, match our inner world — an impossible task. The instincts and ideals inherent in our souls tell us that the media images simply are not real and that the story they tell cannot be true — not even remotely true.

When you listen to that inner voice, you can unleash a power that you may not even be aware of.

Suddenly, you just realize the truth. You literally know without knowing. The spirit bypasses the mind, as your racial consciousness sees an opportunity to move the race forward. All this happens inside your own mind, without words. You just know. You are inspired. Inspired to act and to speak. It happens without words, but it can inspire words — the best words you’ve ever spoken, words from the best part of your soul.

And the race moves forward.

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Source: Insitor Messor and National Vanguard correspondents

Do you know where the most powerful, life-changing words were spoken?  

Do you know who spoke those words?

The most powerful words are from the last dying words from a person.  They are remembered because they will never speak those words again.  

This Easter as we reflect what Jesus did for us, we can witness in Jesus’ suffering and death on the cross his prayers for us.  His last words are so telling of his undying love for us. Here are the dying last words of Jesus.

7 Powerful Words Jesus Spoke on the Cross:

1. “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing” (Luke 23:34). It amazes me even as Jesus was ridiculed, persecuted, beaten and crucified he still prayed for those who were killing him. He even forgave one of the men on the cross who was sentenced with him. Even in Jesus death he prayed for us and still had the power to make people right with God and cared about their salvation.

2. “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise” (Luke 23:43 NIV). These are the words Jesus said to one of the criminals sentenced with him after the criminal said, “Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Can you even imagine hanging on the cross suffering and Jesus says these words to you, promising you will be in paradise today and you will be with Jesus? This signifies this paradise is something that  only Jesus brings not the world.

3. “Dear Woman, here is your son” Then he said to the disciple, “Here is your mother” (John 19:26-27 NIV). Jesus was saying this to his mother Mary, even in Jesus’ last hours of life he honored his mother by asking John, his disciple to take care of her.

Could you even imagine being in Mary’s shoes watching her child suffer, hanging on the cross, knowing he was going to die?Click To Tweet

Jesus wanted to make sure his mother would be taken care of and entrusted his beloved disciple John to do this.

4. “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which means “My God, My God why have you forsaken Me?” (Matthew 27:46). This is the fourth saying Jesus says in both Aramaic and Hebrew, from the cross. Prior to this, Jesus had fallen silent for 3 hours after the darkness came. This is the first thing he said after the darkness left. In the 3 hours of darkness is where Jesus felt the wrath and separation from God for the first time.

This statement shows his vulnerability as a human and reveals his feeling of abandonment from God. I think this saying shows how heavy bearing the sins of all of mankind was and therefore cries out to God for help. This shows us we should cry out to God also when we too bear much suffering.

5. “I am thirsty” (John 19:28 NIV). This is so interesting how Jesus asks for water considering he taught his disciples and followers many times that he was the living water, that whoever drinks of the water will never thirst again and have eternal life (John 4:14). It is striking how the one who is the water of life is dying in thirst. I think this shows Jesus craving for his physical comfort to be refreshed with a drink of water.

Jesus not only desired for his physical thirst to be satisfied but his spiritual thirst as well. In scorn, the soldiers dipped a sponge filled with vinegar on the end of a hyssop plant to give Jesus a bitter taste in his mouth. You and I today can ‘give Jesus a drink’ by sharing what we have with those in need by feeding the hungry and giving water to the thirsty (Matthew 25:34-40). Wiersbe, W. W. (1996). The Bible exposition commentary (Vol. 1, p. 383). Wheaton, IL: Victor Books.

6. “It is finished” (John 19:30 NIV). This statement marks one of the last things Jesus says before he dies. It signifies he completed what he came to this earth to do, to die for our sins. He says the Greek word ‘tetelestai’ which means ‘paid in full.’ Jesus didn’t say ‘I am finished,’ he said ‘It is finished,’ meaning his redemptive work was complete. “It is finished,” is a declaration of Victory! Jesus became sin for us (2 Corinthians 5:21). He suffered the penalty we deserved. Even up to the moment of his death, Jesus remained the one who gave his life for us (John 10:11, 14,17-18). Blum, E. A. (1985). John. In J. F. Walvoord & R. B. Zuck (Eds.), The Bible Knowledge Commentary: An Exposition of the Scriptures (Vol. 2, p. 340). Wheaton, IL: Victor Books.

7. “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit” (Luke 23:46 NIV). This is the seventh and last statement Jesus says before he bowed his head and took his last breath. Jesus died for us. He offered his body and soul, not for himself, but for us. Jesus did not die as a martyr, but as a Victor, because he completed what he came to do. All of the suffering Jesus went through, his death was not for nothing.

“Father, into your hands I commit my spirit,” is actually a bedtime prayer used by Jewish children. It tells us how our Lord died: confidently, willingly and victoriously (John 10:17-18).

It is a prayer of commitment to God before taking his last breath. Those who know Jesus as their Saviour may also die with the same confidence and assurance, that Jesus did (2 Cor. 5:1–8; Phil. 1:20–23). Wiersbe, W. W. (1996). The Bible exposition commentary (Vol. 1, p. 276). Wheaton, IL: Victor Books.

Wow! I can’t even believe all that Jesus was teaching us even in his suffering on the cross and very last hours of his life. It shows me how important prayer is in our lives. Praying is what Jesus was doing up until the last breath he took. He not only was showing us his love by enduring suffering and death in which we deserved, but praying on our behalf asking for our forgiveness.

He comforted the criminal who was suffering telling him about God’s promise of paradise. He honored his mother. He cried out to God for help. He showed his desire to have his thirst quenched both physically and spiritually. Jesus remained faithful even in his suffering. He showed us that God is always with us, he never leaves or forsakes us.

This Easter, we can partake and participate in the victory of Jesus as his gift to us.

What do Jesus’ last words mean to you?

What are the most powerful words you ever heard spoken?

We don’t have to be perfect to accept this gift, have it all together or be someone great. God’s gift of eternal life he offers to everyone, no matter who we are, who we were or who we will be. Opening and receiving God’s gift of eternal life, is the best gift anyone could ever receive this Easter.

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My toughest audience yet: 50 San Francisco high school seniors two weeks short of graduation. They’re a striking, multiracial mix of kids straight out of a Gap billboard—united by their desire to be somewhere else on this gorgeous spring day. Instead their teacher tells them they will spend the next hour with a representative of the state’s anti stigma campaign, someone with a mental illness and the parent of a mentally ill son.

Get me out of here, I read on all their faces.

When I begin by asking the group if anyone can define «mentally ill» the answers come in unison… Crazy. Nuts. Psycho.

I’m not insulted. My job is to take them a few notches deeper in their understanding. To give them enough knowledge about mental illness so they’ll know how to get help if they should ever need it; or assist a friend who might be experiencing symptoms.

How best to begin?

I borrow a story from another speaker in our SOLVE campaign. Julie is a 20-something woman with bipolar disorder. She had stunned me—as she does even the most jaded listeners—the first time I heard her account of the night she went to the Bridge (The Golden Gate for non-locals). How she got to the railing fully intending to make the jump. Her depression had raged for weeks and she just wanted out. As Julie tells it, seconds before she was going to jump, along came a bridge cop.

«Do you need someone to talk to?» he asked. Such gentle, simple words…magical and breathtaking in their power. Julie tells how she surprised herself when she answered «yes,» and talked nonstop as the policeman walked her to the bridge office.

Curiosity now fills the formerly blank faces in my audience.

I go on to tell them about my son Alex’s diagnosis of schizophrenia at age 17…exactly their age.. the age when most schizophrenics experience their first psychotic symptoms.

I read to them from Alex’s journal describing the day he was too paranoid to stay in class.

I sat down behind a dumpster, declared it my kingdom and began drawing soldiers. I drew an angel with eyes and tits. I drew knights to fight my holy war. I began to forget that I was back there cause I was scared of the world.

I explain some of what had led up to Alex’s first psychotic break: weeks of pot smoking, months of disorientation, an inability to sleep, disordered (strange) thinking, incoherent speech and his withdrawal from everyone and everything he loved.

Their questions come in waves.

«Did your son smoking pot make him get schizophrenia?» (It helped trigger it.)

«How’s he doing now?» (he stayed on medication for a few years and now he’s finished college and working in his field…and, no, he doesn’t smoke pot anymore, by choice) I tell them about PREP the new clinic at UCSF for treating early psychosis in young people to prevent schizophrenia from developing into a full blown disease.

One last question…

«My friend told me once he wanted to die…what should I have said?» (Listen first, let him know you care and then try to get help from a school counselor or another adult)

Sweet. That’s the word that comes to mind when I think about those teenagers who were probably my most gratifying audience in the 30 odd presentations I’ve given this past year. That is…once the veil of the unfamiliar had come down, once mental illness was put in terms they could relate to…meaning in stories of people like them.

Then they were ready to learn and help in whatever way they could. Beginning with listening. The truth brings down barriers. People recognize it and listen readily if we have the courage to speak it.

The California anti stigma campaign is called SOLVE, Sharing Our Lives, Voices and Experiences, begun by the Mental Health Association of San Francisco, on whose board I sit. SOLVE continues and grows to other parts of our state, funded by one of the those great California creations, Prop 63, now the Mental Health Services Act (MHSA). This tax on millionaires has now amassed billions of dollars with funds used for local mental health services to compensate for severely gutted county public mental health budgets, as well as for PREP, and new suicide prevention programs.

I tell more of my family’s story of mental illness in a forthcoming book, A Lethal Inheritence, A Mother Uncovers the Science Behind Three Generations of Mental Illness at www.victoriacostello.com.

This article was originally published at Psychology Today. Reprinted with permission from the author.