informal: an interest, a belief, or an activity that is very important to a person or group [count] ▪ Hockey is a religion in Canada.▪ Politics are a religion to him. [noncount] ▪ Where I live, high school football is religion.▪ Food is religion in this house.
Therefore, in Real-ity, prospecting for gold is a religion of mine. So, this time I thought I’d change up a bit and let y’all in on my second favorite hobby/ pasttime. I have one or two more; fishing being my favorite, my passion. Now, this has nothing/ little to do with my realationship with Jesus Christ- because it is just that, but not ‘just’ that. My very first in this life is my relationship, and it is a relationship with God and Jesus. Jesus is my Lord and Saviour, as He is with many others, but I do not consider it a religion. A religion can just be too many things to too many people.
I picked up my hobby of gold panning, prospecting as an exercise to help strengthen my back muscles; because of my chronic back pain. They got stronger, but I had to pay dearly for every trip I made to the (I’m gonna call them the) Gold Mountains. Pain, with all caps!! These mountains are a huge area of, mostly untamed wilderness. It was my aim (and still pretty much is) to come out from the creeks up there with a full 5 gallon bucket of ‘gold material/dirt’. On a good day, I could do just a bit more, like another half a 5 gallon bucket full.
First, it’s best to wait until November, December before going in. That way, mosttimes, the leaves would all be fallen off and there would usually already been a big rain to wash those leaves out of the creeks and down to the river. Besides, after the summer is good and gone, there are Very few people coming and/ or going. But you need to wait for a big rain, a wash-out, to break loose any gold that was left untouched. And, in my case, I would pick out what I thought was a good , gold-bearing creek, park by the road and get my tools. The tools consist of 2- 1 1/2- 2 gallon buckets and a curved trenching shovel with a long handle. And don’t foeget to put your cell in your pocket; that way it’s safe, unless you fall in the creek or river. I learned the hard way by dropping, without noticing, my phone in the creek and continuing on with my venture. I’ve also fallen into the river while it was 30 dgrees F. outside. Yeah, lots of fun.
I’d take my tools and walk Up the creek. When I got about half as far as I planned to go, I’d drop off one of the small buckets. Then I’d walk maybe another 1/4 mile up the creek and work my way back. The object is to dig as little as you have to, but get down to a large solid rock, no more than a foot down. Then dig out a couple of scoops of that material and empty it into your bucket. Go a ways down the creek, do it again. The first bucket will be full after about 3 diggings. Then you can carry that little bucket on the handle end and throw it over your shoulder. You simply repeat this with the other bucket you left halfway and when you get back with both buckets (very heavy because the gold-bearing material is wet), you dump them into the 5 gallon bucket. Oh yeah, you cannot fill either small bucket to the brim for you’ll lose a third while walking back, with some always trickling down your back.
Be sure to have a lid for the 5 gallon bucket, so you can fill it all the way up, and it helps if you’re in a pick-up because when you get toward the top, it sloshes a lot as you pour in your material. There may be rules limiting you to one or two 5 gallon buckets, if you’re lucky or blessed enough to be in a place that allows even that. So, when you get your limit, you need to sluice the material to get the bad stuff and larger stuff out of your material. Then you’ll wind up with about 1/5th to 1/8th of what you started with. Then comes the fun part. The average 1 gallon left from 5 gallons has to be panned, by hand. Hopefully you’ll have some gold flecks or placer gold in most of the pans or this turns into a non-paying chore. And if you don’t have a sluice, then you will have to wash-screen off the large stuff until you have the material small enough to pan. I usually get some gold in every pan, but I had to find out how to get the good material. And, as with me, it’s always the hard way.
I have a home-made sluice at home and a small hobby-size sluice at our lake place. You really have to be prepared when you are trying to get gold, so you can tie up 2 – 5 hundred dollars in small-time tools, such as the sluice(s), a pick-hammer (hammer-size), a metal-detector, sluices, screens, scoops, buckets, small bottles to suck the gold up into, magnets, magnifying glasses, a pouch or two to put small, interesting rocks into. Since I built my own sluice, I’ll have to post another time with directions on how to build one at a cost of about 20 dollars. The one I bought is a top of the line one, that you can atually carry into the creek and sluice the material right there on the spot. It costs about $200. You should be able to find one on EBay for half that. I lucked up and met an old-timer who bought one and never used it, nor wanted to. I got it for half.
Unless you really luck up and find a Nice nugget ot two, you’ll want to consider this a hobby that pays you back some. If you have to drive a few miles, and you will, then it can get expensive. Another thing is you will have to invest time in finding out certain facts. Check with the officials to find out about their rules/ laws. Some places allow you to use a metal detector, some won’t. Some allow taking of material, some don’t. Others allow sluicing on the spot, some don’t. For many, this hobby will have to be a vacaion thing, because most people who are interested, don’t live within a reasonable driving distance.
Being I only do this during the colder months, I’ve had my share of wet cold feet, so it may behoove one to carry an extra pair of shoes and socks. I had to walk almost a quarter of a mile, once, soaking wet with it being below freezing outside. That was fun; a wonder I didn’t catch my death of something. But, being out in the fresh air, with no others around, except maybe a raccoon or possum, maybe a bear, there’s nothing like it. The exercise is un-matchable. And it’s almost always some kind of adventure. You may find some interesting rock or get bitten by a copperhead snake like I did fall before last. Yes, I was out in the middle of nowhere with no signal. And yes, I still do it, at least once a month. I have a few buckets of material I haven’t even sluiced yet, so I have plenty to do and plenty of panning to do yet. I also do what’s called rock-hounding-where instead of digging material, I go looking for interesting rocks, artifacts.
I have found immense pleasure in my gold-prospecting and rock-hounding. There are many palces anyone can go to do some rock hounding and you could be pleasantly surprised to find things of old, things of value. All this while getting back to nature, being one with nature/ getting close to God. It would be best if you could find a camp-site near one of these places and really enjoy what God has allowed us. Nature has much to share even in the winter. Really, there’s nothing like it.
This was one of 3, 4 posts that were lost, Really mysteriously, while finishing up. So.. since then I have invested time into a little protection, as in copying, pasting into Word, starting at an estimated one third point. All right, let’s get on with the re-writing of the lost and forgotten blog post. One of my firsts of all, right here.
Capn Richard has been my handle for years- goes way back about 6, 7 years as far as blogging is concerned. I first started blogging at Greta-Wire, before it was called Greta-Wire. I posted different topics about Christianity, the prophecies, scriptures from the Bible; with translations, if needed. About the dwindling numbers of Real Christians, while most people were/are actually looking for something to better their lives. Oh yeah, Greta-Wire is on/online and comes from the show on Fox News- ‘On The Record with Greta Van Susteren’. I had gotten to, well almost celebrity status- I had a lot of followers, regular ones who asked about my whereabouts if I missed more than 2 nights. My problem with that was, I was promoting God (Yahuah, Yah-Weh) as the One who should be getting the glory when many who claimed to be Christian, didn’t seem to get that. But these same followers could have made me some money, if that had been my goal. And they were such good people, many with knowledge of God’s Word, who would watch my six and many times would step in to defend me against a knowledgable heathen or two, of which I had my share and fill of. But, being never afraid nor intimidated, I always enjoyed those battles; of which I had many – I had something to back up what I said, the Bible, God’s Holy Word. I thank God for those days and those people, who with my leadership, I hope, became better Christians for it. I know I became a better person because of those people-both good and bad.
I still miss those days. If I hadn’t quit, I may be worth some serious money now plus have a probable major flock to look over. The truth is, half anyway, that Greta-Wire started censoring my material. I was unaware of any policy against speaking/ writing about certain religions, such as Chritanity. It might’ve been better on me and my freedoms if I had been writing about Islam. At first; I mean after close to a year of writing freely, the admins of Greta-Wire would just take out parts of my post, then as if they had expected me to quit or back off on the ‘sensitive’ materials, whole posts of mine started disappearing, just like they did here where I’m posting now, did at first. I had two choices- to quit entirely or to back off from what my ‘calling from God’ was, and that was and is to spread the gospel (about Jesus’ dying on the cross for all our sins), the ‘WORD’ (God’s Word i.e. all scripture from the Holy Bible). Of course I chose the former for I wasn’t about backing off. My favorite quote was ‘If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything’. So true.
Capn Richard, the handle, comes from my many years of piloting boats- from a 12 foot, almost dinghy kinda fishing boat to a 10 foot ski boat, 22- 28 foot pontoons, to a 50 footer Shrimping vessel, called a Shrimper but so is the ‘man’ who shrimps, used for marine research at cape Fear Tech. I have been known as Capn Dick, but these days that name gets no respect; a lot like Rodney Dangerfield, RIP. Even when piloting my step-father’s boat I insisted on being respected as being Captain of the vessel. Some, like my kids made a joke about it many times, but while they were aboard, their lives were in my capable hands; capable because even at that time of being grown w/kids, I had been driving (and sometimes racing) boats, mostly my step-father’s, for 12-14 years. Their jest was that I didn’t own the boat, so I couldn’t be ‘Captain’. Not so, even if I was ‘Capn-pro temp’, I was still in charge, and no one could take my place, therefore I was The Captain, Capn for short. My boating experience, experiences should be saved for another complete post, so it will be.
I’ve been a Christian since I was 25, off and on, meaning that I went through periods of being in a ‘backslidfden position’, where I strayed far from God, took to drinking beer in quantity, and even swearing some. But I drew the line at saying ‘God d__n’, that was bad, in my mind, because you were asking God to curse someone or to damn them to hell- an eternal punishment; at least I thought eternal at that time. I also drew the line at ‘infidelity’, although lusting after women was common for me. And it is still a problem I have to keep close watch, pardon the pun Please, on. The lusting part can be Really bad- adultery and fornication both are considered not only sins, but abominations in God’s eyes, so He does not look, for God will not look upon sin- it is so far below His nature, His being; as far as I can de-cipher from His Word. The parts of my life spent/ wasted in a back-slidden condition usually lasted no more than 3, 4 years- a life-time when God is always working on you, dealing with your heart strings, wanting you to leave satan’s family and come back home. So over half my life, altogether, since age 25, has been in following/ living for God(Yahuah, YahWeh) and trying to do His will for my life. I pray He approves of most of it, for I wasn’t brought up in a Christian environment. It was the contrary- my family as dysfunctional towards my brother and me, worshipped the little sisters. And their money; which Satan allowed them to grow like weeds, was always what took the place of an altar. I do so thank God for allowing me to live through several incidents that could have easily been the end of my pitiful life.
I’ve always loved writing, so this blogging thing is right up my alley. My love for it started while I was in high school. I wrote a piece, after researching as much as I could back in the 70’s, on ‘Bigfoot’. I Really regret not taking typing while in high school, for I have had to learn typing the hard, and wrong way. I used to be plagued with homo-phobia, so I stayed away from anything sissyish and typing class was just that, to me. So, I cut off my future (could be writing) to spite my (keeping) face.
That’s another whole blog, the way I despised homosexuality and how wrong it is. How a person can betray his/ her own biology, the way God meant it to be and the way sex is supposed to be, is beyond my understanding or Really caring to. No matter how you look at it, if you look honestly, there is no way it makes sense and people are not born that way, I do not care what the anti-God, and/or the liberal people say or do.
Well, we have to finish somewhere, although my writings always lead to another place of interest. My blog URL will be http://Realijun.com or most likely http://Realijun.me. That’s where I get capitalizing every word that is starts with ‘real’ such as Real, Really, or Real-ity. It’s starting to get Really late and I have to preview, maybe do some fixing, and publish this work. But, being I’m writing for the Lord, it’s not work, it’s a pleasure. And it’s all good, or is it?
Over 80% of Americans claim to be Christian. But are they Real Christians, as in practicing the faith everyday? I don’t think so. In polls Americans seldom even recognize God as being number one in their lives, and that’s the kicker. A Real Christian puts God above all else in this world. Even above their spouses. They believe what the original, usually the King James or the New King James version, Bible teaches. Word for word. There is a religion or many religions that are put into the same arena as Christian, but these depend upon works as being the path or one of the paths to God and Heaven. And that’s the differences in being a Christian and just claiming that title when it’s beneficial somehow. Real Christians don’t depend upon works, or do not try and earn their way to the Saviour, Jesus Christ. And they don’t depend upon just any Bible or a book that replaces the Bible as their guides.
As a fact, Real Christians do not have the religion of Christianity; they, he/she looks to, leans on and prays to God through and by the mediator Jesus Christ, and in His name. These actually have a relationship with Jesus Christ and don’t Really consider what they have with Him as being a religion. Here we find where the 80% drops to around 10% of our population. And with the world changing so rapidly, the technologies we have and own, more people are putting the God of our creation, our lives and the Creator of our rights as human beings, on the back burner in lieu of something elsem in their lives. Or worse, they quit or never Really started putting God first, and then He isn’t even on one of their life’s burners. Herein lies what is the main factor of being/ not being a Real Christian- when God is your everything, your no. 1, and never far from your thoughts. So, when the question arises about being a Christian you should consider whether God is something you hear about sometimes and think that you believe in Him Or does everything in your life revolve around God, having at some known time, accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your own personal Saviour for His giving up His life on the cross; to be everyone’s everything. And when God is that much of your life, you have to, Really, communicate or pray to Him Really regularly, desiring above all else to be active as a family member, with God being the only, true Father. God Bless.
(pasted from Word) the last post Was conveniently lost! It was NOT my Doing!
‘The world breaks people; afterward a few remain broken, the rest become stronger in the broken places’.
‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!’
‘Only the strong survive’
‘When life beats you down, keep getting back up, w/ your best smile because that shows that life and the devil haven’t taken your courage.’ Capn Richard
I’ve always enjoyed writing, well since I was a teenager and wrote an article on Bigfoot;Wildman of British Columbia and the Pacific Northwest. I did research at the library, checked out newspaper articles, etc. found in the Dewey Decimal System, and got micro-film (fiche?). Most people these days don’t even know what those things are. And, I’ve already told my age thereabouts.
A very few years later, I did a little writing on an old non-electric typewriter. Again, most on this site do not know what a real tap tap zing machine is. Unlike the electric ones, the mechanical version was all hands-on. You had to do real shifts (hold a key down and that raised the whole cartridge up and after a bit got to your finger. It’s a wonder that the old people that did their typing didn’t have severe cases of carpal-tunal syndrome. Maybe, no, they probably did because a lot of the old, gone generation had arthritis in their hands; not just from something like a typewriter, but from all the heavy manual things they had to do with their hands, like handling ice blocks (for the fridge, but that’s where ‘ice-box’ came from, the container that held a block of ice in the top and kept your food fairly fresh for a few days), chopping wood with an axe or hatchet, hauling water from the ‘crick’, turning the handle on the corn sheller (if that’s the right word), hauling feed for the livestock, milking the cow(s), handling hay bails, picking crops such as tobacco, and the worst- picking cotton. Again, most here have no clue.
Well, I came close to sailing off on another course, uncharted, that time. Soon after I started writing, life happened. Marriage, babies that turned into monsters in just 13 years, divorce, work, church, holidays with the family and the preparation for them; not to mention the un-preparation. No time for writing except when I returned to school at 24, at the local Technical Institute which is a Community College now. I had homework to do and rounded up an electric typewriter for myself. Now was the time I regretted taking the typing course in high school; and it was a big thing back then (is it now? It’s called keyboarding now, right?) for anyone leaning toward a business career. And back in the mid-eighties, the first computer courses were offered. Of course, my infinite wisdom told me that craziness would never get off the ground- I still think about giving myself a good swift kick in the rear part of the pants. The ‘craziness’ is alive and well and kicking and doing many things- from good to Really bad and anything in between.
After I got my diploma in Electrical Installation and Maintenance-two years, four nights weekly, life got a hold of me again; and, once again, wearing on me. I was expecting my second child; the first with my new wife. Child support, bills, mortgage on the house I built a couple years earlier, at age 25; one car payment, together they added up and there were no jobs, even for people with trades, like myself. I had to take a job in Charlotte, a 2 hour commute each way and many times we worked 50, 60 hours a week. Charlotte, at the time was booming, and still is to a lesser degree. There was no time for writing, at least for another thirteen years.
I started going back to school, at night, when I was 38 yrs old, part-time, again at night. I was writing again on my brand-new computer with Windows 95, a hard drive that held 2.5 gigs, with a processor, a fast 1.20 mega-hertz that I bought at Sears on sale for $2,600. Two years and two certificates later- one in Information Systems (computer curricula, basically Windows Office), the other in Cisco Networking, I had the PC bug. I wanted to learn more. My desire was to go full-time which was during the day and take Computer Engineering Technology, a degree course. BUT, I was working maintenance by then at a plant a few miles away, and the registration was less than a month away. My wife had already signed up for the Nursing curriculum, and had a problem with my going full-time at the same time, especially because we had a 13 year-old daughter that was tending toward a wild streak; now was the time we had to keep a foot on her. I told her that I was 40 and I may not get a chance to go if I didn’t go now, but there was the other ‘but’; I couldn’t school and work both in the daytime. My wife had already quit her full-time employment and taken a part-time job being that the course she was readying for was a tough one.
Like I told her, my school mood would fall beyond repair after another two years of waiting AND getting older AND I couldn’t go anyway because I had to keep working full-time. The course I wanted to take was even tougher than the nursing one. Without a move of God, there would be no more school for me for two years. Well, it turned out, God did move in my behalf because just two weeks later a second shift production job opened up, one that I had some experience in and no one else had signed up for. After being an electrician in construction and maintenance for 20 years, I was about to change up to a job that was a lot harder than maintenance. I got the job, registered and got into the curriculum I wanted. But be careful what you ask God for, you may get it. That was the toughest 2 years of my whole life and it almost cost me/ us our marriage. There was hardly any time for writing, except the necessary, but less than little for my wife and daughter, except on the weekends and I was dog-tired, plus we had the other kids every other weekend. A danged shame; had to make time to do some writing, but got little love-making.
Even after all the writing I had to do associated with school, I never stopped loving it and, by now I could type over twenty words a minute using 2, 3 fingers. I had taught myself to type, but the wrong way. It has gotten me by and that’s what counts, I suppose. I have written 2, 3 short stories, started another 2 or 3, and had started on a book, my second one. The writings I do have to be true, because I’m not very creative. I love reading fiction, but writing it was beyond me. And, because I have gotten carried away with my writing once again, I will try to slow it up, clean it up. Maybe there’s a way I can make money with my writing, but I need to hone the skills I have. I turned two short stories in to a publisher/editor for critique. And critique he did. Unless I can get a little more creative and get some real feeling into my writings, I’ll never sell anything, at least by his standards. No hard copies.
I have improved the two stories mentioned and did some more writing, but ‘The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away’ as they say (even though it’s not in the Bible worded that way). My 6 year old laptop crashed and burned in January 2010 so badly, the geeks couldn’t get it to run long enough to get a thing from the hard drive. Five, six years of writings, documents of all kinds (even real estate ones), pictures, and music all passed away without my having a chance to say good-bye properly- by backing it all up. AND all the training, the diplomas, certificates, the degree; the typing at twenty or so words a minute, my love for writing, even Humpty-Dumpty’s men could not get one memory back. And unlike people, once a document is lost, it is dead; never to return to neither eternal life nor an eventual second death.
I lost or rather, had someone take one of my writing creations away a few nights ago. I am convinced it is the latter because of the my-point-of view religious topic it was built around. That loss was severe to me because I have lost so much of my life that had meaning. And any writing I do is so very important in that I have invested a lot of thought, some time, wear and tear on my typer and my soul, with a piece of me attached. And when one takes it away, it is lost to me; in all senses of whatever words you put to it it- it’s dead to me and I mourn, really mourn its loss. I feel like it was stolen and done away with, right in front of my eyes, for I had it on 3 browsers and every one went away when and as opened them and before I could publish the simple writing. My property, my blog was destroyed, killed, murdered, like my only brother was 6 years ago, just not as violently. If only people would think before they do any particular hurtful thing; maybe less hurtful acts would be committed and that time may then be used in a more constructive and a more caring-type act would have created something/ anything instead of the not thinking before acting, and the only production is a lack of it. This type of mentality, or lack of it only leads to an escalation of the destruction of things, entities of value of some type.