Author Steven Clark Bradley is a multifaceted, professionally published author. Because of Steven’s unique experience as a world-traveling author, he is able to very vividly and authentically write about place that many have only read about and few have actually seen. Steven simply loves writing, and he has been blessed to travel extensively and loves to see the world. His travels around the world to 35 countries give him a really interesting amount and unique ways of explaining the characters in his stories. The driving force of his life is to tell the world around him what he has seen and how it impacts our lives today, how yesterday brought us to where we are now, and how it will certainly affect us all in the future.

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And So It All Begins...! by Steven Clark Bradley

It is a question that truly deserves at least some semblance of an answer, as to how we got from where we were to where we are. Don't you think it would do us good to try to understand how we changed from who were into what we are? When is the last time you went into an American bank? Have you ever noticed the silence you hear in a bank? It's much more reverenced than most sanctuaries in our "new age". The loss of the moral authority of this nation was the whittling away of the very fabric of the basis of the Union. Those who oppose the truth that life comes from something, someone greater than our selves have little by little ceased to believe that they are accountable to anyone or any thing, especially to some God they cannot see!

So, humankind has taken the reigns of power and told that so-called God that we did not need him any longer. We thus became a reprobate society that is making way for the final time when all men and women will give an account to the one who made us about what we did with the life he gave.

Oh, you remember that bank quiet question I spoke about? Why do you suppose they are all so quiet, the American ones, I mean? Could it simply be that the society at large is rendering its honorable service of worship to the Green God of America, money. I live in a wonderful little Asian suburb of LA. I have been in Korean banks. They are normal places where one may converse. Yet, our banks are so quiet and sacred places, because they are the temples of the Culture of Death.

And so it begins. As America tries to change herself into something that will bear no resemblance to her former luster. Today, March 6, 2008, America was stricken again in a terrorist attack on our streets and which was the first of its kind. This government will most certainly come out with its blather of how it was not an act of terror, and just an incident. Do not let the watcher of this nation lull you into some false sense of security. For, when the keeper must refrain from the truth when trying to do crowd control, it means there is far more to the deed than revealed. It is not preposterous to take notice of the near fact that what took place this morning in the bombing of the Military recruiting station in downtown New York City was the opening of a second salvo against the people, on the soil of the United States. It seems only slightly tedious to conclude, to even form a premonition that we shall be repeatedly and increasingly attacked on the streets of American cities, both large and small. Is it ridiculous to ask if perhaps the Middle-Eastern terrorist's greatest weapon, suicide has finally made it's way here?

Just take a moment to think about how many young women are disappearing and are found dead, murdered by horribly savage inhuman beasts now preying on our children. Give a drop of value to the more than 30,000,000 babies who have died at the hand of the Abortionist's scalpel in this country and think of the lives taken in tribute to the Culture of Death. Think about the institutions that were once sacred but are now in danger of becoming obtuse customs that cast aside ideals that predate that dawning of this now pagan society by thousands of years. Perhaps, in light of this nation's moral plight, the best way to preserve the nation may not be with the deadly precision of thousands of megatons flying through the air. Perhaps the real power we need would be to have millions of knees falling to the ground to seek peace with a God we have denied and forsaken. Then perhaps the end will be different from where it all began.
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