Spiritual Climate Newsletter DECEMBER 2005 Part 4 Damn Him, He Is Right-Again!  By Christine Ford

Damn Him, He Is Right—Again!

By Christine Ford


It’s that time of year once again!  Seems the older I get, the faster time whizzes by, especially at this season of year.  Remember being a child and waiting for Christmas?  It seemed like an eternity, especially those four weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Once Thanksgiving was over, it was as if a Giant reached down from on high and held back the hands of the Eternal Clock of Time, squeezing with all his might and turning hours into days, days into weeks.  Now, as adults, don’t you find that it is exactly the opposite?  It is as if the Energizer Bunny grabs hold of the same hands of that Eternal Clock of Time and faster than the Road Runner can say “Beep, Beep!”, those hands take on a whole new speed of light pace as you find yourself shaking your head and saying, “How did this happen?  Where is the time going?”


We barely get the Thanksgiving leftovers put in the fridge only to find we have Santa, the eight reindeer, the elves and CONSUMERISM breathing down the back of our necks, chanting the ever growing mantra of purchase-mad propaganda, telling you just what material items need to be exchanged to make this the most perfect Holiday Season ever.  Christmas Carols being blasted 24-7, all the while delivering the UNHOLY Holy-day (Holiday) message of buy, buy, buy, more, more, more, faster, faster, faster!  WHEW!  I often wonder if Santa’s appearance at the end of that beautifully traditional MACY’S Thanksgiving Day Parade was a foreshadowing of the dawn of our current consumer driven society condensing that shopping frenzy into the seemingly shortened time that now exists between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Were we as an entire generation brainwashed by the seemingly innocent arrival of Santa at the end of that parade, viewed even before the Thanksgiving dinner was served, followed by the rash of old and new made for TV specials of the Christmas Season?  Something to think about, anyway!


What really intrigues me about the whole “time speed up thing” though is that increasingly it is not just adults who feel that way!  My handicapped kids at school have been saying, “Gee, we just had Thanksgiving.  How can it be time for Christmas already?”  My five year old granddaughter who has been talking to me about my coming visit during the holidays just commented with a note of disbelief in her voice, “Gaga AZ!  It’s almost time for you to come and see me.  It seemed like it would be a long time, but all of a sudden it is time for you to come.”  From the mouths of babes!  So you see, the hurried rush to purchase of “gifts” of the Season and frantic push to attend parties, celebrations and spread Yuletide Cheer in a disgusting, offensive debauchery of the reverence for the Light and Love which graces the world sadly and increasingly unnoticed this Holy Season isn’t just for adults anymore.  The innocence of even the children has been compromised as well by the blatant commercialization of an event and a time of year so Holy that it defies description. 


My past pattern has been to LOVE every second of the holidays, to relish every greeting and memory, to search for treasures to share with those I love while humming along with the piped in Christmas Carols, to bake cookies, go to parties, and to enter wholeheartedly into the festivities of the so-called Christmas Spirit.  This year I seem to have hit a dead-end in that area of response, a hundred foot high brick wall that I find myself unable to climb over, go around, or dig under.  There appears to be no door to pass through to the other side, so I find myself sitting there, unable to move or function, permeated with an almost tangible numbness, a disassociation from all the busy-ness going on around me, as if a bubble of isolation, a cloak of invisibility, has surrounded me and pulled me into its quiet, dark, silent womb. 


Instead of excitedly preparing and planning, I find myself being overwhelmed by a questioning, a yearning, a silence and an exquisite, profound emptiness; a desire to just be alone and allow myself the time and space to hear the resounding voices of those celestial hosts of Angels that the Christmas Carols and legends speak of.  Attempting to think in terms of what has been my "traditional" celebration of the season, I am paralyzed, saddened beyond words that the sacred and joyous time of year in which the world awakens and is reborn anew to the Light and Love of the Infinite has become a sham, as well as a shame.


I must admit that I believe Dr. Strickler had a hand in pre-empting this response that I am having with a simple statement he made before Thanksgiving that the holidays this year would take on a whole different flavor for all of us within his classes.  Being the somewhat eternal optimist that I have been striving to corral and contain for the past thirteen years, I immediately began projecting images of beauty and splendor surpassing the “wonderful”, at least in my limited perception, Christmas experiences of years past.  I have always regarded it as a “magical” and sacred time, and in my imaginings, it could only get more radiant and glorious, so I was ready and waiting for the grand epiphany which I had built up in my mind from Dr. Strickler‘s simple statement of fact!  Hhhhmmmm. . .


The wanderings of an unrestrained imagination can lead to delusion and set one up for disappointment, as was the beginning of my response when immediately upon finishing Thanksgiving dinner, I was assaulted by the pounding, hammering question of “IS THAT ALL THERE IS?  WHAT JUST HAPPENED?”  That all pervasive feeling of doubt and questioning has not for a moment diminished, and has lead me to ponder just what it is that I have celebrated and joyously regaled for all my years of this lifetime, out of a learned and repeated response to patterns instilled in me and upon me by family, society, friends, and , most importantly, my own stupidity, ignorance, herd instincts and blindness. 


In the past I have experienced similar feelings of doubt and “What‘s it all about” type questioning, though never with the depth and power of this time.  In the years of my inward exploration, as these feelings of emptiness and isolation engulfed me, I have reacted by being terrified and have fought with all my might like a person drowning, the impinging waves of seeming separation from all that I know and am within the physical definition of “myself“, in a state of near panic as I viewed the experience as one of irrational behavior.  This time, however, I find I am welcoming the solitude, embracing the detachment, and allowing what I have now come to recognize without fear as the contact with the greater portion of what I truly am, Spirit and Soul coming into manifestation, if for only a brief moment within the confines of emptiness. 


This is the true gift of Christmas, the discovery and acceptance of that Holy Light and Love which each one of us is a spark of, spiraling into this physical plane of dense manifestation.  The intensity of allowing contact with that spark, gently fanning it, tenderly caressing it, nurturing it, holding your breath while the soft glow becomes an ember, talking with it, silently awaiting a whispered, sometimes shouted, answer, being alone on that starry night of Christmas Eve at midnight and gazing up and out into the infinite velvet blackness that surrounds and sustains us as we simultaneously dive deeply within to the corresponding infinite innermost sanctum of Who and What we truly are, Soul and Spirit in manifestation.  THIS is what the meaning of Christmas has become for me, and this is a humble  expression of that which I hold in regard and strive to share with not only each reader of the Spiritual Climate Newsletter, but each and every person with whom I have contact.


As I find happens more and more frequently, as I struggled to put into words my Christmas thoughts, my daughter, who has become my cherished friend as well, Jessica, called me to read a writing she had found while doing some inner exploring. There was no author listed, so there is no one to credit the simplicity and clarity of the words she sent me, but it echoes on a more exoteric level the experience of “Becoming”, which I have alluded to.  I quote:


After a while, we can learn the subtle differences between holding a hand and chaining a soul.  And we can learn that love doesn’t mean leaving, and company doesn’t mean security.  And we begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts, and presents aren’t promises.  And we begin to accept our defeats with our head up and our eyes open with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.  And we learn to build our roads on today, because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while, we learn that even sunshine burns if we get too much. 


So . . . plant your own Soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.  And we learn that we really can endure. . . That we are strong, and we really do have worth.”


May you, this Blessed Holiday Season, capture a glimpse of the one true image formed from the likeness of the Creator itself, the Light which created a spark which in turn gave birth to that star called You, born in the heavens. This is the True You, and the experience of the revelation of your Soul your Spirit.


Christine Ford




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Thursday, September 29, 2005


 “A bridge created by love always remains,

like a lightning flash it comes out of hiding

to remind us that it was never gone:

these bridges can never be burned,

they are fashioned out of the pure fire,

beauty and essence of Love.”

… Rev. David Strickler, Ph.D.


Dear Readers, Students and Friends,

As the month of September comes to a close, with the Autumnal Equinox and the dawning of some days in Phoenix when very early in the morning it is actually cooler when you step out your door than inside, it is with renewed vigor and spirit that we, the staff of the Spiritual Climate Newsletter greet you with our September Edition.  Do you notice that as the days grow shorter and the darkness of evening falls earlier, time seems to take on a quality of stillness and repose quite different from the blazing scorch of the summer sun?  It seems easier to breathe, to reflect and to just make it through the day, at least here in Phoenix.  What a welcomed change!


Dr. Strickler continues to DJ on www.crankitupradio.net on Friday 6p.m. to 9p.m. EST.  He has quite a following, when you tune in, pop in some requests for him.  He is having a great time with this endeavor.


Dr. Strickler has expressed excitement about the recent news of September 15th that he is a new Uncle to Churchill Arthur Coates.  His sister Barbara is in great health and so is the new little one, along with his father, Curt, his older sister Chelsea, and brother Chancellor.


On an entirely different topic, we have done away with the subscriptions for Spiritual Climate Newsletter based upon reader’s suggestions.  There seems to be a consensus for the sole option of making a donation at the leisure and ability of our readers.  When you make a donation using the link below, it will be a one time charge to your debit or credit card, so we have done away with the recurring monthly subscription.  The option is yours to donate.  We appreciate all the support we get, both monetary and prayers.  Dr. Strickler would like to thank Gregg Ford for his gracious donation. 


The donation links will be contained in all of our Newsletters from this Edition forward, and many thanks to the readers for providing the input for the donation link.  As you know, these donations are used to provide support for Dr. Strickler’s out reach into the community and helps us get his words out to the world at large.  




And so, without further adieu, we welcome you to the September 2005 Edition of the Spiritual Climate Newsletter.  


Christine Ford




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Spiritual Climate Newsletter SEPT 2005 part 2 THE WATCHERS by Adam Crosthwaite


by Adam Crosthwaite


A young student once asked his master, “How do you fight without attacking?”  The master turned to his young pupil with a warm smile, “You watch”.  I have walked among ignorant minds thriving on darkness never seeking light or truth.  I am merely 25 years of age. I have spent the last year regenerating my mind which I chose to rip apart with hate.  I have only begun to live with a sober mind while helping to raise my six month old daughter.  I find my self watching, caught between frustration and sadness as the world slips further into apathy.  Why is it that I can see these things with what I consider to be my limited capacity while others who seem to be intelligent enough to see as well continue to be blind to this sickening process? 


I watch people claiming to be spiritual individuals herded like cattle to the slaughter houses by fundamentalists who wage war in pursuit of power and influence.  I have had the experience of watching governments take from the citizens of the nations they were “elected” by and turn around to offer empty apologies to victims who were not safe from dangers as they were lead to believe, because the budget was down sized in order to divert funds into pet projects to serve special interests; actions which cut short much needed infrastructure and left a door open for the people to receive a devastating blow.  When the warning came years in advance that the levees would not handle the force of a level five hurricane they shrugged their shoulders as they walked to the bank.  Money is more important than lives in the world of back door politics. 


Unfortunately like any national emergency the worst of the fallout has only just begun.  As the refugees are forced from the lives they built in Louisiana, they will require assistance with housing, food, healthcare, jobs and child care.  No problem, the system that is in place along with a few adjustments here and there will make sure these people will not go without. 


The problem exists on the unbalanced side of the equation.  While the victims are slowly being taken care of, single mothers whom have been on waiting lists for assistance will be waiting almost twice as long now.  Unfortunately for them they will lose time from work because childcare, which has already been paid for in most cases via taxes while they were able to work, is unavailable due to an overly stressed budget.  These are single mothers working part time because the full time child care needed for even as short a time as six months is unavailable to them due to redirected funds that have gone toward pet projects some corporation negotiated over a game golf at the local country club. 


Now the need is increased exponentially and the system that was originally failing is beginning to fall in on itself.  This doesn’t include the thousands of single mothers who are struggling through college with student loans in order to pull out of the hole they found themselves in.  These are hard working intelligent people who raise families while striving to build a future that effects not just themselves but the world in which they seek to better.  They know what is going on and have some very interesting ideas and plans for change.  Sadly, fewer graduate each year as the snares of a corrupt system lead to debt and further need for a cleaner more reformed system; a need that will go unattended with the current sate of affairs.


As the struggle over power rages on in the uppermost levels of this so called society, the effects are felt rippling through the lower tiers until it reaches the streets.  Be it with the hunger for survival or simply the need to rise by any means necessary, leading to power hungry personalities, the crime will sore and the corruption will spread further.  History once again will repeat the same formula of corruption and those that look to the system for guidance will act as the system has taught them to:  the rule of do as I say, not as I do will not apply to this generation.  Look around you, it has already begun.  It has been cycling down through layers of time for as long as there has been hunger amongst people.  


More and more people every day claim the world is soon going to end.  They are right in that statement, but only to the point of something will soon come to an end.  As they rationalize the behaviors they take part in people fail to honor the truths they attempt to bury in the foul waste produced by their apathy.  The end of silence among the suffering is coming.  There are vast numbers of human beings whom have chosen not to voice out loud the details of the life they struggle through.  The screaming will not be of those who have endured.  The screaming will be of a new victim.  For the children of the suffering will not forget and will never forgive the tears that mom shed when she could not feed her children. 


How long will people do nothing more than watch the devastation and silently consent to extermination of lower classes in this country?  I said extermination because why else would a government knowingly take such a risk with such a high number of lives?  If the information is witheld or even denied as some people have been lead to believe then what else are we to do but expect the worst of our so called leaders?  If press conferences are staged and people are arrested for speaking their minds we might as well raise a swastika above the White House and march in the streets with locked knees.  How dare ANY government redirect funds away from programs that are implemented to protect the lives and welfare of all citizens in this Nation. 


Which leads to more questions:  What the hell would someone like this be hiding up their sleeve if they are counting on the fact that everyone else will simply smile and nod as the Big Business of Government takes and then lies about it?   Are they putting something in the water supply?  Is there more than just good old fashioned food supply demands behind genetically altered foods?  Is there some kind of subliminal mind rape occurring in the mainstream media?  What the hell is it that makes people think minds are easily controlled by one group in order to fulfill the needs of the elite?  All that is required to detect a problem is to WATCH the pattern unfold through the fabric of the predigested reality that is being force fed into the minds of the general public.


IS this just some kind of half witted rambling from a 25 year old male who is angry with what he sees going on in the daily affairs of many?


Is this article a repeat of August?  Perhaps it is.  Maybe perhaps it is nothing more than a big neon sign screaming in the darkness to those who have yet to wake up.  Who dares to question those that seek to hide facts and pocket funds?  Or is that too harsh of a statement?  Will I be the next to spend the night in jail for telling my government they are wrong?  I cannot offer any quick fix solutions to this problem.  All I can do is watch and question the actions I see before me.  It is the sounding of the challenging voice that shreds the veils of deceit. 


There was a time in my life when this saved my ass and perhaps it is a starting point for those who are lost in the cesspool of backdoor politics.  I was living on the streets for a time when one night an old friend of mind suddenly appeared on a street corner in downtown Denver.  She was distraught and I could tell she was in a bad spot so I went to her.  As it turned out a group of people she ran into had stolen her pager and were planning on doing something with her.  She was scared and desperate.  With out hesitation I demanded they all cough up the pager and back down immediately.  As they circled around me I realized they had me out numbered ten to one.  No problem!  I simply shouted at the top of my voice for all the world to hear, “Leave her alone NOW!” By the time the last syllables of my statement echoed down the alley every person within a block of our location was staring waiting for the first punch to be thrown.  All I could do was grin like an idiot as they quietly returned the pager and disappeared down the street. 


I actually believed she would learn from this situation leading to wiser choices and yet she is still cornering herself as she falls prey to manipulation from internal as well as external influences.  I am astounded by the hardheaded ignorance of this person whom I considered a friend.  I have stumbled over this riddle in my mind through the years whenever I think of that night on the street corner.  As I watch this world with new eyes I stand at the bottom of the ladder looking up through the political food chain at the powers of the state and political street punks who are bullying children and families on the streets of the big bad city with the stench of their well dressed, one sided policies.  It seems likely to me that the time of playing ‘possum is over.  I have seen the egos at play as they make meat puppets of men and women.  It is time to expose those who trample the freedoms gifted to people by birth.  Those who chose the path of manipulation work best in secret, they are powerless when exposed.  It is the time for mouths to open and questions to be voiced.  The time of silent suffering is over.


What would happen if people stood up that way with witnesses in front of the world and demanded the truth?  You should have seen the looks on the faces of that group of assholes in the alley that night!  I dream of the day our so called leaders encounter such a voice.


Not a day goes by that I don’t wish there is more I can do.  I cry every time I hold my daughter as I think of those mothers and fathers that lost that connection that one fateful day.  What I have watched unfold in the course of the last months as I questioned what I was watching has lead to so many more questions.  My words offer little if any encouragement to those who have suffered.  Then again it would perhaps serve to encourage those in power to act openly and honestly as we move on to rebuild the worlds ripped apart due to the weakness of apathy.  No government should ever settle for good enough when lives are at stake.  I write in the hope of lending my voice to the light as it seeks to unveil truths that I have cloaked in the shadows of misperceptions I have entertained in my life.


For future reference: if you are truly sorry for not providing for those whom you are responsible to, and not just because you got caught off guard by a natural disaster which exposed your ugly truths, then get your hand out of the damn cookie jar.  STOP TAKING WHAT IS NOT YOURS!


May the watchers of tomorrow use the truths that emerge from the questions of today.


Adam Crosthwaite


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Thursday, October 27, 2005


"To really understand dolphins, one must study them on their own terms.

For them, the sea is a realm whose vast spaces are defined acoustically.

Cetaceans communicate over hundreds of miles,

making theirs a truly global society.

Surrounded by this universal conductor of communication,

marine mammals develop unusually strong bonds to one another."
— Jean-Michel Cousteau



Dear Readers, Students and Friends,


As the month of October comes to a close, with the Hallows Eve approaching, I am strangely brought to a prediction made almost 11½ years ago during an ongoing class that Dr. Strickler had conducted in Naples, Florida shortly after he was interviewed by and Anthropologist Michael F. Brown, Ph.D. of Williams College.  What I have in my notes from that period of time is the prediction of “an unprecedented amount of storms in the Florida/South East corner of our nation”.  Dr. Strickler continued on by stating “…that there would be at least 22 tropical storms and a major one would bore through Naples, Florida which would be a signal for further trepidation along the eastern coast”.  In fact a student from Massachusetts wrote to Dr. Strickler expressing a similar content about the 22 storms:  thank-you Roger. 


He also issued the warning that these would be a signal resulting from major cosmological events a few years prior to the hurricanes that would affect the earth such as solar flares, followed by earthquakes and further calamities yet to become upon the event horizon on the west coast as accelerated volcanic activity increases, but it would not be the end of the world.  Just humanity reaping karma sown by leaders of deception from all countries who would become exposed for who and what they represented:  the father of lies and deception—Satan, the untamed human ego—that portion of the human personality that thrives on the arrogant behavior of self righteous individuals who worship Money and the people it can buy.


He was Right.  We have known him to be about ten years ahead in his predictions, from looking at what he has given us over the years.  This is a point of interest that I find captivating and thought provoking to be shared with you in this edition.


On a lighter note Dr. Strickler continues to DJ on CRANKITUPRADIO at www.crankitupradio.net with his new schedule Friday’s 6p.m. to 9p.m. EST.  He has quite a following, when you tune in, pop in some requests for him.  He is having a great time with this endeavor.


Speaking of new friends, we are including a photo of Dr. Strickler with three of his four therapists from Health South Rehab in Scottsdale, Arizona who were a critical team with the furthering of his body’s physical and cognitive recovery.  In the above photo from left to right:  Jennifer, Speech Pathologist, Terri, Occupational Therapist, and Carla, Physical Therapist.


And to the left is Ginger who was the nurse for the group of four to five individuals that Dr. Strickler was a part during the daily program of his Rehabilitation schedule.  All of us here at Spiritual Climate Newsletter would like to thank all of the therapists involved  for their skills, care and help given to our Spiritual Teacher who is an important contributor within the spiritual and secular community.  We do know that the Boss can be trying at times and we were surprised to find that the opposite was in fact true. Wendy, Adam and myself found out from spending the day with him as he went through the daily rehab activities that the Boss was unusually easy to handle for the most part.  He has even regained the ability to drive again.  I was fortunate enough to meet some of the people in Dr. Strickler’s rehab group that had come to recovery from brain injuries resulting from traumatic accidents, aneurysms and strokes.  One thing I was shocked to find from listening to their stories was, as David had stated many articles ago, many of these injured people have experienced exile or being ‘cast aside’ from their friends and even some family members to the point of not speaking or just plain ignoring their plight of recovery, let alone the reality of their traumatic injury.  Apparently what Dr. Strickler termed the “Walking Sick’ continue growing in numbers with their shallow, egocentric behavior, and ‘throw away attitude’ that this society glaringly seems to be creating in increasing numbers.


And so, without further adieu, we welcome you to the October 2005 Edition of the Spiritual Climate Newsletter.  Pull up your favorite beverage and welcome to some fresh air!   


Christine Ford

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By Adam Crosthwaite


There are two definitions of insanity.  The first is that perception is reality.  Second, repeating an action over and over with the same result while expecting a different outcome.    Every one of us has at one time or another exhibited this behavior at various points in our lives.  It seems more evident during the voting season especially during presidential elections that people are expecting to see different results as they repeat mistakes.  Voting habits aside every day people make judgments based on false perceptions and habitual actions which are far too often detrimental to personal growth both to themselves and others. The journey I have had the honor of taking due to the choice I made to evolve spiritually with the guidance of Dr. Rev. David Strickler addresses both of these traits.  This journey is found on the path tread by the Qabalist.


I entered the initial stages of my growth a year and a half ago.  It started with a kick to my perception that I never expected.  I was no longer a big fish in a small pond.  A whole new world opened up to me as I grew in my abilities brought forth out of potential and exercised in the “real world”.  I have turned my life in directions I never expected to and have grown from each experience. It is almost as if Qabala is the ‘Spiritual Miracle Grow’ I was looking for. 


In a recent discussion with Dr. Rev. Strickler I was taken back to a day when I believed I was saved.  That wonderful euphoric feeling of being born again into the Christian faith made me feel clean and fresh.  I’ll admit it was one hell of a high!  Unfortunately that is all I managed to accomplish as I later would discover that all I did was experience the opening of a space to allow mental freedom.  If I had true spiritual guidance at this juncture I would have had quite a different experience than merely strutting around like a pompous Sadducee.  If I truly was on the right path I would have discerned the pay off my ego was granted when I said, “Look at me, I am going to heaven and all I had to do was say I believed in someone else’s ideals.” What a crock of de-Nile!  Any one who has made any real spiritual progress will tell you that you have to work for every bit and earn every ounce of growth.  There are no snappy phrases like “Sold out for the Lord!” or “Acquire the Fire!”  There is only you, yourself, and your “I AM”.  The road is unpredictable and the obstacles are the aspects of life that have gone unattended to due to avoidance and arrogance.


This process is part of the Spiritual Alchemy a person goes through as they realize their boundaries, both negative and positive, and then learn to transmute those would be barriers for use.  The primary focus of Rev. Strickler’s teachings is the principles of consciousness veiled by the sacred letters of the Hebrew language.  What makes Hebrew a sacred language is that the word has become flesh.  In it are the principles to bring forth an evolution in consciousness.  In other words, it is more than just a bunch of glyphs strung together to form syllables.  It is alive and carries with it the powers of formation and creation, to borrow a phrase or two from Rev. Strickler.  This sacred language is life, a gift bestowed to the crown of creation, handed down to the children of the Son.  It is truly a language of love.        


I have always had a hard time and have taken issue with the feel good ideals of main stream Christian philosophy and leadership whose guidance utterly fails to address the core of what is needed in modern day spiritual transformation.  The feel good consumerist approach to religion is nothing more than mood creation.  Damn, rolling around naked with a couple cheerleaders in a tub full of lime jell-o may feel good but no one ever experienced any growth in a spiritual manner by doing what feels good.  And as for being in the spiritual mood goes, who has the right to dictate mood alteration as spiritual growth?


Speaking purely from the stand point of sensory perception, the mood I have experienced in a “Holy Roller” church is just like being stoned and very similar in nature to the dependency issues connected with chemical mood alteration.  I know this from personal experience, not that I ever did both at the same time but I did smoke a joint or two with fellow church goers once.


Returning to my commentary about Spiritual Miracle Grow, I have found many points to be thankful for in my experiences with Rev. Strickler’s teachings in Qabala. I have undergone a profound change in areas of my physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual life with the dynamic relationship between David and myself.  Many long time friends have been telling me they did not know how to react to me because of their experience of how I express and act within my life.  Instead of taking people’s heads off I accept the challenge of friction with intemperate personalities especially when the friction collides with some of my own issues coming forth within the effect of interpersonal encounter.  I have slowly come to know more of myself through accepting this challenge instead of throwing a tantrum and possibly getting hurt.


Rev. Strickler has a unique way of blending all aspects of religion, philosophy, history, psychology, and brings them all to life with real world events occurring in today’s society.  I have learned to look at religion through clearer eyes and with each day these eyes become clearer and more focused thanks to the training I have undergone to exercise discernment as well as training my ego and personality to work for me and with me as well as not against me.  He uses examples from his life that enable me to forge a connection of relevance within my own.  It is hard at times to see him as a student.  He would say that he himself is still a student and as he reaches a new level of awareness he may have a smoother transition than we would in a new level but he is still adjusting and learning just as we do. 


This brings me to a statement that many seem to be asking themselves in this modern time:  Where is the true spiritual experience today?  I hear people boasting about the church that they BELONG TO.  I never hear them talk about experiences they have with their church, only that they are “saved”.  Does that mean we are saved from the idiocy of their irrational behavior and lies?  Boy, are they in for a surprise!  It is a rare and exciting thing to hear a person talk about discovering boundaries in their life that they never knew about before.  It is beyond me how any person who has never learned about themselves believes they are having a spiritual experience.  Look at the back biting and back stabbing amidst the rivalries of 2,300 denominations of Christianity.  The same can be said in the metaphysical community as well.  Everywhere you go you can see the worship of ego.  It is indeed a rare treat to find a true spiritual tradition as I have found in the words, actions and teachings of Dr. Strickler’s Ministry amongst the makeshift temples standing as representatives of the Tower of Babel in the world today. 


As we learn to discern below the surface of appearances there is a deep and mysterious meaning behind THE WORD as we study each principle of consciousness.  I have come to identify with each symbol of the Hebrew alphabet as a living breathing conscious point of intelligence.  Some people would write me off as a nut case for thinking that way.  To those people I would say, “Go back to your mistranslated ideals and worship your ego that you have created as the god that you are a slave.  I am busy deepening my communication with The Source, not pretending to be something I am not!” For too long I wasted my energy fighting with people in a battle of egocentric misperception.  I chose life and so I seek to communicate with the living breathing language that has been and always will be the vibration of truth in a world built on half truths and misperception.


I have been told I came a long way in a short time.  I have also been told the hard part is just beginning.  With that in mind I look to the task of my life here in this manifestation as a time to learn and grow as much as possible in this process of becoming.  I have had my share of set backs, yet I know that it is all part of the Great Work which all of us have a part in. 


David Strickler is known by many titles.  I as well as others have acknowledged him as a Teacher, Mentor, Reverend, and even as a Spiritual Master.  He is the one responsible for his piece of the Great Work and no one else can teach this like him.  I have personally known him at many points along the path as my Friend and have looked to him for guidance and at times assurance of myself.  Reverend or Doctor makes no difference to those who have been blessed to know him as Teacher.  He has acquired this distinction as a true Qabalist through trials and lessons that would destroy most untempered individuals.


For the record: No, this is not the Madonna club for egocentric display.  No true Qabalist would ever boast as loudly as a self righteous fool.  It was the Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger as he stepped in to the position of Pope who said, “We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one’s own ego and one’s own desires.”  The world needs a change and repeating the mistakes of the past, which are recorded in the Bible so many people have taken for granted, will no longer be acceptable excuses to those who know better.  The Tower of Babel will fall once again.  The misperceptions of the many will be corrected by the few.  As Dr. Strickler might say, “It would behoove you to check this out!” 


Obvious differences aside, the biggest difference between my life before and after my initial lessons with a spiritual path is that I have an increased sense of personal identity outside of class.  I no longer find myself asking for easy solutions and bargaining with my own ego with statements of “If you get me out of this one…”  I know regardless of what the future holds for me or the others I have shared time with on this journey the way has been made apparent.  The course of right action will always be followed so long as I hold true to the art of this sacred tradition.  I no longer require the use of the mood altering cheerleading sessions I once was drawn to for sense of purpose.  In fact I find myself turning away from such events for I can sense both the physical and nonphysical erroneous façade of the charismatic wanna be’s spiritual movements. 


It has been difficult to identify with this so called “modern” world.  The increase in awareness I have experienced with the Ministry David Strickler brings to us has in a way pointed out an obvious situation we find our world in today.  There has not been any significant evolution in mankind for quite a long time.  In fact the devolution has taken hold strengthened by the repeated actions and misperceptions of the spiritually challenged individuals parading around with feel good slogans.  “Think happy thoughts and you can fly!” 


I have grown from an ignorant and self deluded child into a young person learning to become an adult.  I have overcome and found healing for those components of my person in need of evolution.  I have learned to continue growing even after class is out.  I pass through this unaided world aiding my self in the balancing act of the Great Work.  I can now after all this time stand up with certainty and know I have a true spiritual life and will continue so with the art and practice handed down through the centuries of tradition in the Ministry Dr. Strickler lives, carries, and transmits.  Dr. Strickler’s Ministry has always been for me the living language of love. Nature unaided fails.  Remember the dinosaurs.  


The physical world can be a jungle, being human is taming the jungle.  May you find the grace necessary to tame your inner jungle as you clean up your own backyard.


Adam Crosthwaite



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