Daily journal January 22, 2001, Our economy is part of the beast system. It’s not right to participate in the world market at and in a government that denies creation and finances Satan? As I travel the Locust Hill Road, as it is now called, near the end of daylight and look to the West to view a golden sky familiar and the silhouette of Paris mountain, I see much more that belongs to me from my route since but for now, I must yield to those powers that be and occupy knowing that my hope is in the Lord God Almighty and that no man owns one grain of sand alone. I have been painting a family tree drug-free. Pure and Holy scene where a chain crosses the scene saying do not break the chain by giving in to the addictions that rage in the land of these last days. Art speaks out and sends an indelible message to young and old and conveys whatever the spirit is saying by me to the world. Why is the church so naive not visualizing the message but letting Satan have the airways and the byways to plant evil in the minds of the people. I will paint the message of the gospel that my heart perceives so long as God inspires to me to do so in message. I applaud the stopping of money flowing via family-planning to the international abortion counseling project the liberals of course have put in place to eliminate a world crowding. It’s not up to us to control population when God said to replenish the earth. Let us now determine what is Christian and what is not and follow after the things of God via our spirit eyes and yield not to temptation that comes from the pit of Hell as product of Satan. I am now preparing to leave tomorrow for New York via Pittsburgh and Bethlehem, Pa. The Outsider Art Fair annual art show and this year I feel led that I should go for a brief period of time and to meet with certain people concerning the book of my artwork to be printed. A friend has sent me a beautiful poem by none other than Mark Shagall written 1940-45. " I am your earthly son, I can barely walk, you fill my hands with brushes and colors, but I don't know how to paint you. Should I paint the sky, the earth, my heart, burning cities, fleeing people, my streaming eyes, or should I escape, fly toward whom? He who generates life here below, he who dispenses death, perhaps he will see to it, that my picture is illuminated...".Imagine such a visible imagination from a Russian Jew that escaped to France painting church windows over Europe in his day up until about 1987. The presidential pardons negate the justice system. If he pardons one then pardon all. A small serving of ice-cream brings on 24 hours of dry month for me and is not worth the one-minute of taste delight. In addition to the deep burning, there are so many negative reactions. From an article in the U.S.A. Today weekend January 12, entitled “The latest, strangest eating disorders,an obsession with eating healthfully,can lead down a dangerous path, a doctor contends in a new book”. This article describes a person's obsession with eating healthy to his detriment to health the same as starving with anorexia or bulimia. In a local article entitled “Rail line dream fulfilled in 1926” in the city people's section, the story is told of the history of the P & N Railroad of a dream in the 1920’s, written by historian Dr.Judith Bainbridge of Furman University. "Farsighted transportation planners dream of a fast convenient and cheap rail connection between Piedmont cities. It's about time and money, pollution and congestion. James Buchanan Duke, the president of Southern Utilities Co. and William Lee, his chief engineer, had the same dream in 1909. They wanted to develop electrically powered freight and passenger service to the heart of the newly burgeoning Piedmont textile industry between Charlotte and Greenwood. A railroad linking the city's would encourage regional industrial development and thus enhance the revenues of the utility company soon to be Duke Power and help break(cont)