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Line Of Duty Death and Our Agency’s Condolence

Published March 25, 2020 by tindertender

It is with a heavy heart that I am informing you of the loss of Trooper Justin R. Schaffer, Badge #646.

Justin passed away today, March 24, 2020, at the age of 28 after serving 7 years with the State Patrol. Justin was fatally struck by a vehicle when placing spike strips down on Interstate 5 in Chehalis. He is survived by his wife, Sandra, his mother and father Sheila and Glenn and his brother Brandon, and his K9 partner Frankie.

Our hearts go out to this grieving family and we recognize the unique sacrifice this family has offered as Justin’s father, Glenn is currently the Chief of Police in the city of Chehalis.

Justin was born on January 30, 1992, in Glenwood Springs, CO. He graduated from Adna High School in Adna, Washington. Justin received a degree in Criminal Justice from Centralia College.

He began working for the Washington State Patrol on November 12, 2013, as a Trooper Cadet assigned to the Property Management Division.

On January 13, 2014, Justin started his training with the 27th Arming Class. On February 14, 2014, Justin continued his training with the 103rd Trooper Basic Training Class and was commissioned on September 16, 2014, assigned to Morton. On September 1, 2016, Justin was assigned as a certified Drug Recognition Expert. On November 10, 2018, Justin completed K9 training and was a certified K9 handler to his partner “Frankie.” On December 13, 2018, Justin transferred to Chehalis.

Justin is the 30thmember of the Washington State Patrol family to die in the line of duty in our 99 years of service to this state. We must pause and reflect on the character that each of those men and women exhibited as they put on the uniform of their state’s guardians and each day walked into unknown dangers with well-known courage.

In his last moments on the earth, he was wearing that uniform and we will never forget him. Never…

A memorial service is pending. Due to the Covid 19 restrictions on public gatherings, the Washington State Patrol will work with the family and consider how to best move forward in honoring our lost Trooper appropriately. We will make that information available to you in the days to come. Agency personnel are authorized to wear morning bands until the conclusion of a memorial service. For now, bow your head in sadness and feel the beating of your proud heart for this fallen hero.

The words service, sacrifice, and humility each have a renewed definition. His willingness to face danger to ensure the safety of others was and will always be the standard for us all.

Chief John R. Batiste
Washington State Patrol
PO Box 42601
Olympia WA 98504-2601
Phone (360) 596-4101
“Service with Humility”

I talked to a man today

Published March 20, 2020 by tindertender

Shared by: Bridget Faulkner

I talked with a man today, an 80+ year old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America.

He simply smiled, looked away and said:

“Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for… I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children…

I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies…that they respect what they’ve been given…that they’ve earned what others sacrificed for.”

I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.

“You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn’t know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.

And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm’s way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family…fathers, sons, uncles…

Having someone, you love, sent off to war…it wasn’t less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn’t have battle front news. We didn’t have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped…you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son’s letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child’s death.

And we sacrificed. You couldn’t buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren’t using, what you didn’t need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.

And we had viruses back then…serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn’t shut down our schools. We didn’t shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn’t attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today.”

He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:

“Today’s kids don’t know sacrifice. They think a sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today’s kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms who’s husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today’s kids rush the store, buying everything they can…no concern for anyone but themselves. It’s shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.

So, no I don’t need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I’ve been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with 113 channels on your tv?”

I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own…now humbled by a man in his 80’s. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.

I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them..learn from them…to respect them.

Intentional Shifts During “Down Time”

Published March 17, 2020 by tindertender
Time to Reflect

Have you been rushing along, living from one moment to the next without thought or care? Have you failed to notice and acknowledge all that you have achieved and accomplished? Stop. Take a moment to pause and reflect upon all that has happened and all that is happening. See how you have grown. See all you have succeeded in accomplishing Acknowledge and delight in your journey and understand how it has played a part in creating the you who lives in the present.

Make the Sacrifice

You will not achieve the outcome you desire if you are unwilling to act upon your intentions. It is not as simple as wanting something to happen. You have to make it happen, and to make it happen requires that you be willing and ready to do whatever is necessary no matter the sacrifice. For everything you desire, you must give of yourself in return.

Know You Belong

You have place. You have purpose. You are special. Do not change who you are just so others might accept you. Do not dishonor your truths by allowing someone else to tell you who you must be. Change made just so you got the expectations or social criteria of a clique or group does not go out you. You do not need to change in order to belong. You are a blessed child of Gaia and Great Spirit and belong simply because you are.

THE POWER OF AWARENESS OF A FRACTAL OF GOD

Published March 14, 2020 by tindertender

Shared by: https://twitter.com/decodingthehive

The human mind isn’t able to grasp the full ramifications of possessing such vast abilities as fractalizing into 1728 different awarenesses across 15 different dimensions inside of 5 different densities of a Time Matrix.

It just doesn’t compute because you have been fitted with an artificial computer processor that is very much like a dam that has 2 outlets.

One is the size of a garden hose that filters a couple of results into your conscious awareness, the other is the size of 3 football fields across pouring out and just emptying into the sea.

If you were to upgrade your access to your processing results from a 486 to that of a Pentium 100,000 for instance, would you still have the same problem? Obviously not. It all has to do with what you have come to accept in your limited reality.

But underneath that, science has shown that the human mind is infinitely more powerful than a supercomputer. So much so that it is difficult to even quantify in mathematical terms.

Not even a quantum computer can scratch the surface of the power of a human brain that is still only a mere trifle compared to the full power of your 100% aware self sitting right now in the Deity Planes.

Chuckling to them self at what a difficult time they are having in this one little dimension while in “human” form.

Not because you are sadistic or sadomasochistic, but because you chose to fractalize yourself in this way so you would finally have some sort of challenge in an existence where you have known all things and are able to do all things since time began.

Being right 100% of the time gets boring, no matter how dazzling that might sound to you now.

If you had total access to all your synapses that are firing inside your brain, you would easily be able to understand every single thing that man has ever accomplished or learned in all the time he has been on the planet in the blink of an eye.

This is a direct quote from modern science:

“If the human brain were a computer, it could perform 38 thousand trillion operations per second. The world’s most powerful supercomputer, BlueGene, can manage only .002% of that.”

This is 38 with 15 zeros behind it that looks like this: 38,000,000,000,000,000. Per second.

Computers only parse a single question at a time. You can parse more questions at once than all the computers that have ever existed on planet Urth in the last billion years combined.

And yes, computers have existed since long before man ever arrived to this planet 550 million years ago, and long before all the other evolutions that arrived eons of time prior.

The only limitation you have is accessing the resulting data due to the “white noise” (black body radiation) that is blocking the answers from coming in.

But the mind does know all things because the mind is not an actual computer, it is a quantum-entangled gateway with direct and unfettered connection to the cosmeias.

Which is a term for merely “creation” itself which is factually less than the first 1% of all the things that you will cast into reality before you are finished.

-mission guide

I Fell

Published January 25, 2020 by tindertender

No one heard it

No one came

I rose

No one saw it

No one commented on the miracle of it

I degraded myself

Everyone saw it

ALL judged me for it

I lifted myself out of mire

No one helped

No one noticed

No one gave high-fives

I climbed ever higher than before

But others hated it

Two steps forward, one back

Push ahead

Despite the kicks to spirit

I’ve been lonely

Sad

Mad

Glad

Relieved

and mistaken

Who notices but me, 100% of the time?

Not even them

Not now

Even they have appeared to lose interest

Tales wagging

Ungodly smell

Reality shifts

As it twists and turns in time

Anyone who speaks negatively of someone else, especially if they are not present, will speak of you in the same manner.

It is not ‘history’

It is slander

In many instances, completely fabricated.

Remembering, or Hoarding?

Published January 19, 2020 by tindertender

It is said that minimalistic and tidy living spaces are better, or more appealing. I have a friend who is quite tidy and basically unchanging.

I stand in my living room and look around me. These ‘things’ I see are not just things, or clutter.

They are living memories.

I look at each one and remember the story behind it. What I was doing, what the weather was like, who I was with, what was said. At any given moment I can look upon any one of these items and instantly be transported into the past.

I ask myself, presently, what were my motives at these times? What was ‘driving’ me?

Want

Need

Curiosity

A need to waste time …

Or maybe these particular items are what speak to my soul.

What is this story saying?

What values are emerging for anyone to see?

And why do I let no one in to see it?

I think about the estate sales I’ve been to in my life. I imagine the owners watching as people rummage through their treasures, thinking of it all as stuff … perhaps needed stuff, wanted stuff, but stuff just the same.

I wonder why I have collected so much stuff that someone else will most likely have to sift through, or get rid of somehow. I wonder if this is irresponsible, or selfish.

Or maybe I’m subconsciously preparing for a time when scarcity will be a real thing and I’ll want to have things to share.

Or maybe that is an even deeper subconscious excuse to hang onto it all, collecting still.

After all, these are gifts I have given myself. These are the most gifts I have ever received. I love loving me. I learned late in life I’m the only one who can actually love me more than anyone else, and so I practice … and hopefully good over-flows into the spaces I energetically and physically travel to.

I love having memories surrounding me at all times I guess. Yet still, I wonder if sitting inside a man-made bubble of memories isn’t somehow inhibiting future creations of newness.

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