#bo hi pak

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Sun Myung Moon’s 21 year course from 1946-1967 ended in failure

▲ In this photo, taken in San Francisco (probably late 1962), John Lofland is sitting at the back on the left. Young-oon Kim is in the front row, second from the left; Peter Koch is in the center wearing glasses; Doris Orme is two behind him near the back. It may be Edwin Ang on the right. __________________________________________
 Moon started his ‘public ministry’ in Pyongyang in 1946. His 21-year course was supposed to end in 1967. When it did not, some members left the UC. __________________________________________


▲ Sun Myung Moon
 in the 1950s

God’s Day Speech – Reverend Sun Myung Moon
 January 1, 1973, 7:00 a.m. Tarrytown, New York
 Translated by Mrs. Won Pok Choi


Question: At that time, in 1967, Miss Kim [Young Oon Kim] was teaching that was the end of the 21-year course.

Question: In 1967 I was told that it was the end of the 21 year course, and then the judgment was coming, and that should end in 1974. But I haven’t heard him say anything lately about what will happen in 1974, or the significance of what will happen at the end of that course.

http://www.tparents.org/Moon-Talks/SunMyungMoon73/SM730101.htm __________________________________________ John Lofland referenced the 1967 prophecy in his book, Doomsday Cult: A Study of Conversion, Proselytization, and Maintenance of Faith. (1966, 1977)
 The book was a study of the Unification Church group led by Young Oon Kim in San Francisco in 1962-63.

page 25
…

The foregoing matters were secret, but still more so was the belief in a fully restored world within seven years of 1960. Revelations 7:4 had to be fulfilled within that period: “And I heard the number of those who had received the seal. From all the tribes of Israel there were a hundred and forty-four thousand.” Upon attaining this number the “spirit world” would become visible to everyone and cause mass member conversions. The current order would collapse in the process, and members would assume the reins of the new theocracy. Members were circumspect in speaking of Korea’s “true role,” lest outsiders doubt these American’s loyalty. In safe company, Korea was venerated as “the motherland” and God’s “chosen nation.”



pages 227-28


The most spectacular of these visits supported the feeling that UC political control of Korea was imminent. In November 1962, the mass media reported the official United States visit of a Korean political figure known as the “Director” [KCIA Director, Kim Jong-pil]. A feature story on Korea and the Director’s visit appearing in a national news magazine said he was the mastermind behind the then current Korean military junta [of Park Chung-hee]. He “provides the ideas, the drive, the plans. By his own immodest but unchallenged statement, [he] is the dominant figure of … [the] ‘revolution.’ ” After talks with high level officials in Washington, the Director spent two days in San Francisco before returning to Korea. He stayed in a luxurious hotel that flew the Korean flag over its main entrance in order to honor his presence.

▲ Young-oon Kim in about 1962.

The day of his arrival, Miss Kim received a phone call from the Director’s aide and interpreter, a Korean army colonel and UC member. He told her that he had arranged an audience with the Director for Miss Kim and her followers. Miss Kim and five core converts appeared at the hotel the next afternoon, where they met another of the Director’s aides, who had only recently converted to the UC. Before entering the Director’s suite, the Koreans conversed excitedly in their native tongue, while American members stood around and giggled with joy. The audience with the Director himself consisted of Miss Kim telling him of her work for the UC in America, after which each local member gave a brief testimony to the UC/Divine Principle’s wonders and how it had changed their lives. The interpreter translated for the converts and for the Director, who continually smiled, nodded, and chain smoked. There were soft drinks, and toward the end of the hour the Director said that he was not a religious man but had great sympathy with UC. He could not help them publicly in Korea, but he would secretly give them a hand whenever possible.

After the audience, the members assembled in the interpreter’s room, where pictures were taken and an air of family festivity reigned.

Dinner talk back in the UC Center focussed on the audience. Miss Kim emphasized that such a meeting was unique and had occurred only because the Director had high regard for his two aides who were UC members. Note was made of the recently converted Colonel being related by marriage to the junta head and thus having direct access to him. The Director’s interpreter, Miss Kim reported, was also his speech writer. When assigned to write a speech, he always got help from a top-ranking person in Moon’s movement in order to give the speeches a Divine Principle slant. Church members had a strong suspicion that the two aides would eventually convert the Director, Kim Jong-pil.

Since Sun Myung Moon was to control the world by 1967, control of his home base [Korea] would certainly come before that time. Although UC members in America were obscure and ignored, even the most skeptical had to agree that, for some months in 1962 at least, Korean control was not a fantasy. Members had access to the people whose conversion could have given them power, if only in a short-lived coup. In any event, after their meeting with the KCIA Director, Kim Jong-pil, members possessed an important sense of being secretly near the center of power in Korea. Was this not testimony to the Unification Church member’s truth [the Divine Principle]?”

(aliases corrected in the above text – in his book, John Lofland used aliases for everyone. Miss Kim was known as Miss Lee. It was an open secret that the book was about the UC.)

Further details of this visit of KCIA Director, Kim Jong-pil HERE __________________________________________


Young-oon Kim – it all ended in flames and tears for the professor

“Moon used to play golf regularly with Kim Jong-pil”

Religion is not the only way to view life, and its problems – and to offer some program for their resolution.

Gifts of Deceit – Robert Boettcher

#Robert Boettcher #Sun Myung Moon #7 year course #Young-oon Kim #Kim Jong-pil #Bo Hi Pak #Unification Church #John Lofland

[zvaigzdelasas]

Radio of Free Asia, sometimes called Radio Free Asia, was an anti-Communist radio station created by the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation which broadcast from Seoul into North Korea, China, and Vietnam.[1][2][3] In a congressional hearing, General Coulter, then President of the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation, declared Radio of Free Asia the principal project of the foundation.[4] It operated from 1966 to early 1970s.

The Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation (KFF) was first organized in Washington, D.C. in 1964 with the goal of "containing communism" in Asia.[1] The Korean Central Intelligence Agency (KCIA) put pressure on the KFF to support a project to broadcast anti-communist propaganda into nearby Asian communist states. The intention was to raise money for the project from the US. [5]

Radio of Free Asia (ROFA), as the radio station became known, began broadcasting from Seoul on 15 August 1966.[1][5] The first broadcast featured a taped message from Soong Mei-ling [wife of Chiang Kai-Shek].[3]

ROFA formally had an American chief but it's two directors of operations were KCIA operatives who worked under Kim Jong-Pil. The station was given free access to South Korean government facilities with broadcasts monitored by the KCIA's psychological warfare unit.[5] The US Justice Department later suggested the station was “acting under the direction of and control of the Korean Government”.[6]

Although mainly funded through private donations, it had the financial support of several elected officials before and after broadcasts began, including Senator Bob Dole and Presidents Truman and Eisenhower.[7] South Korean President Park Chung-Hee sent letters to 60,000 prominent Americans asking for contributions to the project.[6] Millions of dollars were raised for Radio of Free Asia through direct mail requests to American citizens, soliciting funds both by claiming they would finance the broadcasts and that they would aid starving children in Asia.[7]

In 1971, US government agencies, including the Justice Department, began investigating the station for alleged violation of the Foreign Agent Registration Act.[8][6] The broadcaster's status as a foreign private foundation was called into question due to the free air time provided by the South Korean government on its national network. Bo Hi Pak secured the services of former CIA Deputy Director of Intelligence Robert Amory Jr. for legal assistance to defend against these charges. At the time Amory was employed by the Thomas Corcoran law firm and was a legal counsellor to the CIA. The investigation was terminated in 1972 and soon after the station stopped broadcasting from Seoul.[6][8]

A newly disclosed Justice Department investigatior into organizations and persons connecter with the controversial Rev, Shn Myung Moon has raised the possibility that American citizens are illegally working on behalf of the South Korean Government.[...]

The Federal officials familiar with the inquiry were careful to assert that Mr. Moon himself and his Unification Church were not being investigated, because Constitutional questions of freedom of religion might be raised. Instead, the inquiry is focusing on organizations associated with the church.[...]

The Federal sources indicated that among the organizations under scrutiny were the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation, the Freedom Leadership Foundation, headed by Neil A. Salonen, the International Federation for Victory Over Communism, and the Little Angels of Korea, a children's singing group that tours overseas.[...]

This investigation is one element in broad inquiry that includes allegations that Park Tong Sun, a Korean businessman, and others bribed Congressmen and tried illegally to influence American policy. it also includes an investigation of whether officers of the K.C.1.A. coerced and violated the civil rights of Koreans living in America and Korean‐American citizens.

The South Korean Government, according to both Korean and American officials, has long been eager to improve the image of President Park Chung Hee and his administration. South Korea's economic development, and therefore some of its political stability, depends heavily on trade and financial help from the United States.[...]

Among the earliest missions with that objective was that of the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation, founded in 1964. Its head, Pak Bo Hi, joined it in early 1965, shortly after he resigned from the South Korean Arm”.[...]

Korean intelligence sources said that Mr. Pak is the K.C.1.A.'s channel to Mr. Moon, A Korean with access to K.C.I.A. reports said that “Pak Bo Hi is a very important man because he made Sun Myung Moon famous. It's all his idea.”

[kdp12]

Hi.. saya mau cerita sedikit, kemarin saya membuka salah satu platform media sosial, kemudian saya membuka salah satu channel podcast, dan saya menemukan satu kisah yang menurut saya menarik untuk saya bagikan, isinya kurang lebih seperti ini:

"Saya tinggal di daerah X, dan di sana ada salah satu Kafe yang cukup ramai dan di situ tempat saya ngopi hampir tiap hari, saya suka ke sana bukan karena tempatnya ramai atau karena kopinya beda, bukan. Tapi karena saya suka karyawannya, saya suka perlakuan mereka kepada saya konsumennya. Terus saya inisiatif tanya salah satu karyawannya seperti ini "kenapa kamu sangat ramah dan enjoy banget sama setiap konsumenmu? Terus jawabannya bikin saya terharu saat mendengarnya, "iya pak, saya senang bekerja di sini, atasan saya memperlakukan saya selayaknya manusia, bos saya sangat memanusiakan saya, jadi saya juga menganggap setiap konsumen yang datang bukan sebagai konsumen, tapi sebagai keluarga."

Kira-kira apa yang bisa dipetik dari kisah singkat di atas?

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 99.11

Squee vs Zinather

There will be a short hiatus as I am going on holidays and won’t be able to post or work on the chapter, so it won’t be for two weeks. See you then! *Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

--

The Greatest in the Galaxy Part 11

The Tallest watch bewildered from their sky box as Squee enters the arena.

“What happened?” Purple demands, “the wheel was supposed to select that Irken cyborg, Tak, not Squee!”

“It was like...some invisible force pushed the wheel to his name,” Red muses.

Squee joins his opponents in the middle of the stadium- Zinather, Nimbel, Bo-olts, and Peccs- but his focus is only on Zinather. And Zinather glares back.

“Let the battle begin!”

Squee’s fingers twitch but before he can make a move, something rushes towards him from the right. He instinctively leaps back to dodge Nimbel’s tackle.

“Wha-!” he gasps as she stands between him and Zinather. The Irken also stares at her with shock.

“What are you-?” Squee tries to ask but Nimbel charges him again and he’s forced to backpedal.

“Wait, stop!” he exclaims, “I don’t wanna fight you; I don’t care about this game anymore. I just want the Irken.”

“I know!” she barks, “and you’re gonna end up like your other two friends!”

“Huh?” Squee questions, taken aback just long enough for her to shove him against the wall.

“Don’t you get it yet?” Nimbel hisses quietly so nobody else can hear. “Irkens don’t lose. And nothing good happens to anyone who tries to change that.”

Squee blinks with surprise at the blatant concern on her face. Then he nods. “Okay, I understand. I appreciate your concern, but...”

He trails off as the ground beneath Nimbel’s feet suddenly shifts, picking her up and morphing around her, creating a small dome just big enough for her with a slit for her to look out of.

“What! What is this?” she gasps.

“Just stay in there,” Squee orders as he dusts himself off. “You’ll be safe.”

“Wait!” Nimbel demands but he ignores her as he goes back to the middle of the arena, where Zinather is. He briefly glances towards Bo-olts and Peccs, but they clearly have no interest in taking part in this battle, and stay against the wall of the stadium.

“Now how did you do that?” Zinather asks, staring at Nimbel’s prison.

“That was nothing,” Squee replies, “I told myself I wouldn’t go all out here because I didn’t wanna kill anyone. We’re not enemies; it’s just a game, after all. But you- you’re different.”

“You think you can kill me?” Zinather scoffs, “I have lived through dozens of intergalactic wars. You are one tiny alien.”

“Still taller than you,” Squee grunts.

Zinather snarls angrily, clearly irked by that remark. “You are not worthy of a fight. I’ll end this quickly.”

Four metallic tendrils extend from his PAK, each with a different weapon- a mass of small tendrils, a laser, a spinning saw blade, and a spiked clamp. They immediately lunge at Squee, who doesn’t even blink.

Before the attack can hit Squee, the tendrils suddenly freeze, as if grabbed by a giant hand. Zinather doesn’t even have time to react with surprise before the tendrils are ripped in half. The severed pieces fall limply onto the ground.

“How did you...?” Zinather gasps then snarls. Out of his PAK, a large plasma cannon unfolds and takes aim. “I’ll reduce you to dust!” he barks as he fires a giant, pink ball of energy. But when it gets about halfway between them, it suddenly turns to dust.

“What...” Zinather breathes completely stunned. “What...are you...?”

“I’m a writer,” Squee states, “and reality is mine to control.”

The ground surrounding him suddenly breaks apart into small stones then float around him. Then they transform into knives and fly at Zinather. He flinches as his spider legs extend from his PAK and create a force field just in time to block them and they clatter onto the ground.

Zinather’s spider legs each fire multiple lasers at Squee, but when they get close, they suddenly stop and fly back at him. Zinather quickly makes a force field to block them.

Squee scoffs with annoyance and pushes on a pair of black, wraparound sunglasses. His rocket wheelies activate and he zooms across the stadium.

Zinather flinches at the sudden charge and his spider legs stab in Squee’s general direction. Squee skids to stop just in front of their tips, and the appendages suddenly melt into water that drips onto the ground.

Now just a few feet from Zinather, he glares down at the Irken, narrowing his eyes. Zinather glares back until he feels a sudden burning sensation.

Zinather tries to leap backwards, but his feet are stuck to the ground. The burning sensation is getting worst, as if he’s roasting in magma. He can feel his flesh searing beneath Squee’s glare.

Zinather shouts angrily as a mass of metallic tendrils extend from his PAK and slam towards the ground all around him. Squee is forced to dodge and his concentration breaks, freeing Zinather’s feet and stopping the burning.

Squee jumps back a few feet to escape the tendrils and glares towards Zinather, who is now encased in a metallic dome. Squee scoffs and gets ready to charge when Zinather suddenly bursts out of the top of the dome and flies in the sky on a pair of rockets. His face is covered in black burns, marring his green skin, but he smirks as he glares down at Squee. “I’ve got you all figured out.”

“‘Reality is mine to control’, huh,” Zinather snorts, “but only within a certain radius. Any attack I send at you gets manipulated, but as long as I keep my distance, your powers can’t affect me. Am I right?”

Squee scowls, unable to argue. The fallen knives he used before are picked back up and fly at Zinather, but he immediately knocks them back with a force field.

“Pitiful,” he scoffs, “what kind of godlike powers have limits?”

“Well, you can’t touch me either,” Squee retorts, “cause any attack of yours I’ll just destroy.”

“Really?” Zinather questions, “even ones you can’t see?”

A small, cannon-like device extends out of his PAK and aims at Squee. He glares at it, unimpressed, until it starts releasing a loud, booming sound. Everyone in the audience immediately cover theirs ears, or other listening appendages. Squee drops to his knees, holding his ears, as the noise beats relentlessly against his eardrums. He cries out in pain as blood starts dripping from beneath his hands.

“This will be over quickly, like I said,” Zinather shouts over the din. “You should’ve listened to the Swif. Soon, you’ll end up defeated like your other two friends.”

Squee snarls angrily and stands back up. He ignores the pain in his ears and lowers his hands to grab his knives. He swings them in Zinather’s general direction and a purple wave of energy slices through the sound waves, dissipating the noise. Zinather lifts his arms to block the energy as it approaches, and it destroys his cannon. When he lowers his arms, he sees Squee flying up to him, purple energy blasting out of the bottoms of his feet like rocket fire.

Zinather quickly flies backwards, trying to keep his distance. Squee deftly follows his every movement as they swirl up higher and higher into the sky.

“Don’t bother running!” Squee barks, “I’ve got you all figured out too! This whole thing is rigged for Irk to win! The fact that Dib and Pepito went twice in a row, and that you fought them both- that wasn’t just bad luck! You were trying to make it so we’d lose a player and we’d get disqualified- because we were winning!”

Zinather hesitates for a second. They’re too high in the sky now for the audience to hear them and they’re moving so fast the cam-bots can’t keep up. They’re practically all alone.

“Yes,” he replies, “you are correct. This whole competition was made only to showcase Irk’s strength against all other species. To show the galaxy that we are the best. We’ve won every competition for the last seven sweeps, and if there was a chance we wouldn’t win, we made it so we would by tearing through the opposing team just as we were doing with yours.”

“And for the last seven sweeps,” he continues, “I have been the undefeated battle champion! When I go in the ring, I never lose, and that’s not about to end! I am Zinather, Captain of the Royal Guard, and the strongest Irken!”

Two big plasma cannons extend out of Zinather’s PAK and fire at Squee from both sides. Squee stops flying as the energy balls get close and turn to dust. But as soon as they dissipate, Zinather is right in front of him. Squee instinctively swings his knives as Zinather’s spider legs lunge at him.

Down in the stadium, everyone is struggling to see the fight in the sky, but all they can make out are two black dots.

“What’s happening? Can you tell?” Gaz asks.

“They’re so high they’re almost out of the atmosphere,” Kio replies, “they’re even out of range of my goggles.”

“Not even the cam-bots can catch them,” Zim remarks.

“Wait! Look, something’s coming!” Dib exclaims as they see something falling.

The cam-bots finally catch up and everyone watches on the big screen as they zoom in on Squee’s falling form.

“Squee!” the team exclaim.

He appears unconscious as he plummets to the ground. His friends shout his name as loud as they can, telling him to wake up. Zim, Tak, and Pepito get ready to fly as he gets close, when his eyes suddenly shoot open.

Squee’s descent slows to a stop as he flips upright and lands safely on his feet. Then he collapses to his knees, clutching his midriff. There are two large slashes across his chest and stomach, bleeding profusely through what remains of his shirt.

“He’s hurt bad,” Shmoopy whimpers.

“What about Zinather?” Pepito asks.

As if to answer that question, Zinather flies down to the stadium and hovers just over it. Other than his burns, it doesn’t look like he’s acquired any other injuries.

His spider legs lunge at Squee. He glares at them as they get close and creates a purple force field to block them.

“Seems your powers also require stamina,” Zinather muses, “and when you run low on energy, you can’t use them as well. Just give up. You’re barely running on fumes now.”

“No,” Squee grunts as he stands up, struggling to stay upright. “I’m ending your streak.”

“How? You can barely stand? You can’t win,” Zinather scoffs.

“I don’t care about winning. You hurt my best friend and my boyfriend. I’m taking you down.”

Zinather scoffs and tries to retract his spider legs, but the force field suddenly shifts into a pair of hands that hold the appendages.

Zinather snarls and glares at Squee, who glares back.

Suddenly, the hands yank on Zinather’s spider legs, pulling him close. He tries to fight it, but its stronger than his rockets. Realizing it’s futile to try and escape, he retracts his jetpack and extends two metallic tendrils that lash at Squee. He isn’t able to catch them, and the appendages wrap around his torso.

The pair glare at each other, held tight by each other’s powers.

“Irk doesn’t lose!” Zinather barks.

“We’ll see about that,” Squee growls.

Something starts building in between them, like a puff of black smoke that slowly gets bigger and bigger, and more red in the middle, like fire.

Zinather quickly realizes what it is and tries to escape. He retracts his tendrils, but Squee holds tight to his spider legs, not letting him move even an inch.

The explosion goes off and they both go flying. They skid across the ground on opposite ends of the stadium, covered in burns and blood, and completely unconscious.

“Squee!” his friends cry.

The dome holding Nimbel melts back into dirt and she rushes out farther into the stadium, stopping a few feet from Squee. She looks around in shock and sees Bo-olts and Peccs were knocked unconscious by the force of the explosion. She’s the only standing, because Squee’s prison protected her.

“Unbelievable, folks! What a fight! I have never seen such an incredible battle in all my time as an AI announcer! And the only one left standing is Nimbel, making her winner by default and earning Swif’el five points, putting them firmly in third place!”

“B-but...” Nimbel croaks, too stunned to speak.

“Move it!” Zim barks as he rushes by her, quickly followed by the rest of his team. They all hurry to Squee’s side.

“Squee, hey,” Pepito says worriedly, gently wiping blood from Squee’s face. “Come on, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Step back, Pepito,” Kio orders sternly and uses a stretcher to lift Squee up.

“Most of the injuries are external, but a few of his ribs are cracked and his eardrums are damaged,” Shmoopy explains as she runs a scanner over his body. “I have to get him properly cleaned up before I can treat the wounds.”

“Let’s get him to the house, quickly,” Zim orders.

The team huddles around the hovering stretcher and rush it through the arena. As they hurry, Zim sees two Irken medics getting Zinather on a stretcher. The Tallest aren’t there this time, like they were the last two times, but Rory is. He watches over Zinather’s body as he’s moved and glances at Zim. They both nod respectfully.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myocs #myart

[elegantfiredelusion]

Biography of Boing! (Or, a cool story about unions winning)

If you're from Mexico or familiar with mexican food, you might have heard of beverages in the line of Pascual, such as Pato Pascual, Lulú, Mexicola or Boing. Today I want to talk about the story (or biography!) of this company because 1. I learned about it recently and I thought tumblr would appreciate a story about unions winning, and 2. It's the second week of the Alphabet Superset, and I chose Biography for a topic, and it just so happens that the thing we're gonna talk about starts with B! So without further ado, sit back and let me tell you about the cooperative that produces one of my favorite beverages.

Our story starts in the late 30s and 40s, when one Rafael Victor Jimenez Zamudio started selling fruit popsicles under the name Pascual, featuring Donald Duck (you read that right).

But he didn't stop there. As his business grew, he moved on to selling bottled water and sodas, which soon spread across Mexico and even reached the US and Japan. By the 50s, the company had also started selling a line of non-carbonated fresh fruit drinks called Boing!

Rafael reached out to Tetra Pak and signed a contract to make an exclusive package for Boing (the tetrahedron, anyone?) which was lost after the strike of 1982, which brings us to

the strike.

In 1982, the government decreed wage increases of up to 30%, which most businesses aquiesed. Rafael didn’t. He refused to raise the pay of his workers and so, in may of the same year, a group of Pascual workers went to the offices of the Mexican Workers' Party (Partido Mexicano de los Trabajadores or PMT) to protest. 150 of them were fired, leading to all workers to join the strike.

They halted work on two factories on the 18th, and on the 31st, Rafael ordered his people to open fire to break up the strike.

Two workers died and 17 were injured.

Demetrio Vallejo, director of the mexican workers' party and union activist, planned the next course of action and orgnized a formal committee to represent the union.

Rafael declared Pascual bankrupt and closed down, trying to sell the company, but an assembly ruled in favor of the workers, who bought the company for themselves and resolved to work as a cooperative

In 1985, Pascual workers resumed activities with the Aguascalientes project and have been working as a 100% mexican cooperative ever since. Today, Pascual is the only remaining wholly Mexican owned major soft drink bottler, although it has lost marketplace due to competition (Pascual Boing used to have a fifty percent share in Mexico which has turned to fifteen percent, with Coca-Cola and Pepsi controlling 75% of the Mexican soft drink market with monopolistic practices which exclude Mexican bottlers from being able to sell in certain markets, cafeterias and public events). Still, part of the cooperative's mission is to show that a worker-owned business can work. It is also dedicated to a sense of social responsibility. It has been recognized as a "clean industry" and in 2003, the company partnered with the federal government to circulate information about the prevention of kidnapping of children which included announcements on Pascual Boing trucks and materials for schools.

Also the drinks are fucking good yall.

#alphabet superset #alphabetsuperset #pascual boing #mexican history #unions

[indiejones]

THE STORY OF A 'SUPER FLOP BOLLYWOOD FILM' TURNED 'BLOCKBUSTER', 13 YRS AFTER RELEASE! ... NOORJEHAN’S JOURNEY FROM INDIAN FILM DISASTER, TO ALL-TIME BLOCKBUSTER PAKISTANI CLASSIC!

This, the story of the biggest success of great Sheikh Mukhtar's laurelled career, that he couldn't live to see. Having spent 3 decades playing the feisty good-hearted action-hero, one of the longest anti-hero careers on Bollywood record, Sheikh Mukhtar finally decides to produce a film, one to ambitiously culminate his illustrious film journey in a majestic farewell. No lesser a canvas than the till-then most lavish 'Mughal e Azam' is chosen, & a story befitting of such opulence, that of Akbar's daughter-in-law, & historically regarded as one of the most influential women in Mughal history, Noorjehan. Casting troubles beginning with the only woman capable of doing justice of this level of character, unfortunately, being priniciply against historicals. Meena Kumari had long maintained her dissatisfaction with the white-washed nature of royal historicals presented on film, & had set herself permanently outside their ambit. Yet, an offer from the one who'd literally fathered her on the film sets since age 6, proved too tough to refuse for even the legend of legends, who infact quite easily & enthusiastically came on board, to make her dear Sheikh saab's film a success. Her green-lighting,bank-rolled all things into place,& within a year, a beautifully majestic film was in place, & released with much fanfare across India. But to everyone's shock, perhaps for a general anti-Mughal feeling percolating across the youth then, shunned at bo. Not just distraught but also deeply debt-ridden, Mukhtar saab in a state of disgust, decides to bid adieu to India itself, & migrate to Pakistan, taking all his film prints along, in hopes of finding fairer audience there. Yet, troubles only begin mounting as co-financiers move Courts over what they perceive as not just breach of contract but also anti-India acts. Upon yrs of legal struggle, when finally wins his rights to take 'Noorjehan' to Pak, tis' Pak establishment's turn next to throw hurdles, over jurisdiction. This entire legal tussle has already taken nearly 14 yrs of Mr. Mukhtar's life, when on a domestic intra-city flight within Pakistan, in May 1980, suffers a heart attack & dies! A sense of anguish & remorse spreads across the Pak establishment & community at large, who release 'Noorjehan' in Pak theatres within the next week. And results of the now dead man's maiden prodn venture, prove to be nothing short of miraculous! 'Noorjehan' opens to jam-packed theaters across the length & breadth of Pakistan, & runs house-full & non-stop for 2 yrs straight! The grand success that Sheikh Mukhtar & his toddler 'behen' turned intl megastar, Meena Kumari, deserved for their masterpiece, finally theirs, albeit yrs after their passing! THE ONE & ONLY, SOLELY PAKISTANI BOLLYWOOD BLOCKBUSTER, ON INDIES ALL-TIME BLOCKBUSTER CHARTS !

[onthegotonki]

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Korean Evangelism (1974)

Korean Evangelism By Jonathan Marshall Pacific Research, 5 (September-October 1974), 1-5

Lenin may have exaggerated when he charged that “religion is the opiate of the people,” but his words have long had a ring of truth for Asia. From the days when Christian missionaries were sent to China and Korea to open up new markets for American manufacturers, to the more recent efforts of the American CIA to finance anti-communist religious minority groups in Southeast Asia, the West has consistently used religion as a spearhead of cultural and economic penetration in the Orient. Since World War II, America’s politico-religious programs have been chiefly aimed at stirring up anti-communist sentiment around the world to promote the containment or rollback of leftist regimes. Thus the CIA has at various times backed everything from Asian Buddhist monks to reactionary Russian orthodox churches catering to Eastern European émigrés, to Pope Paul’s Italian anti-communist youth movements.1 Most anti-communist religious fronts, however, are supported by wealthy right-wing individuals or foreign governments, but all have similar ends. Many of these “religious” groups are now affiliated with worldwide anti-communist organizations, especially the Asian Peoples’ Anti-Communist League (formed by Chiang Kai-shek and Korean President Syngman Rhee, in 1954) and its umbrella organization, the World Anti-Communist League. These two groups, although confined largely to propaganda activities . (APACL’s role in the 1954, CIA-organized Vietnam refugee resettlement is one of several exceptions), help coordinate the activities of the world’s leading anti-communists and of regional organizations such as the irredentist Anti-Bolshevik Bloc of Nations, the European Freedom Council, and the Free Pacific Association. Also associated with APACL is the International Committee for the Defense of Christian Culture headed by an ex-Foreign Minister under Spain’s Franco, and composed of former German Abwehr agents, Ukrainian Catholic activists, professional American anti-Semites, John Birch Society spokesmen, and a former advisor to Syngman Rhee, James Cromwell. Other religious groups represented in APACL/WACL conventions include the Christian Anti-Communist Crusade (American), the Asian Lay-Christian Association (South Korean), and the Asian Christian Anti-Communist Association. All are dedicated to winning the hearts and minds of the world’s many non-Christians and turning them away from the lure of communism.2 South Korea has long been a center of anti-communist Christian agitation in Asia because of its large Christian population (one out of eight South Koreans is Christian, and the number is rising rapidly) and because of the highly favorable political climate offered first by Syngman Rhee and now by General Park, who have subsidized right-wing Christian groups and promoted a “Christianizing” campaign in the military. Evangelists who consider the Third World to be of great “strategic significance” point out that South Korea now boasts over 8,500 seminary and Bible school students. And South Korea has another advantage for Christian activists -- a convenient enemy. During Billy Graham’s famous Crusade to South Korea in mid-1973, which drew over two million people (thanks to some official pressure), chants like “Fifty million for Christ” were instigated to agitate for a roll back of Communism and unification of the Korean Peninsula’s fifty million inhabitants. Thus it was fitting that Seoul, the capital of South Korea, was the home of the first All-Asia Mission Consultation, a meeting of Asian missionaries to plan the evangelization of Asia’s 98 percent non-Christians.3 One American evangelical organization has been quick to exploit the opportunities provided by South Korea: Campus Crusade for Christ International. Founded by ex-California businessman William R. Bright in 1951, Campus Crusade is headquartered in a multimillion dollar luxury hotel located on a 1,735 acre estate at Arrowhead Springs, near San Bernardino. With a full-time staff of over 3,009 people in fifty countries and an annual budget over $15 million, Bright’s organization is dedicated to sparking off a “spiritual explosion across America and around the world” which will Christianize the world in the next decade.4 Campus Crusade experienced a remarkable growth in the past five years through the use of sophisticated computerized marketing techniques and an almost embarrassingly oversimplified set of theological principles. It has, however, met with some opposition from established Christian organizations thanks to its conservative fundamentalist principles and resistance to social change. Campus Crusade speakers typically cite the “great red dragon” of Revelation 12 to warn of the threat of Chinese Communism, and the group’s film, “Berkeley -- A New Kind of Revolution” portrays Martin Luther King and the peace movement, tinted red, as examples of what is wrong with America. The evangelist organ Christianity Today reports that at EXPLO ’72, a student congress on evangelism sponsored by Campus Crusade in Dallas (featuring Billy Graham), “The Peoples’ Christian Coalition, an anti-war group.., kept Crusade officials hopping to head off leafleting and pint-sized demonstrations. Two dozen Coalition members and Mennonites one night in the Cotton Bowl held up a large banner reading ‘Cross or flag, God or country?’ and chanted ’Stop the war’ but were promptly shushed by the crowd.” Indeed, the atmosphere of Campus Crusade’s EXPLO ’72 seemed best described by the popular chant, “Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar. All who’re for Jesus, stand up and holler!’’5 Even as EXPLO ’72 was ending, Bill Bright began planning Campus Crusade’s next and even more ambitious venture -- EXPLO ’74 in South Korea. Slated to cost $1.5 million, EXPLO ’74 was planned for an attendance conservatively estimated at 300,000, well over three times the draw of its 1972 predecessor. Campus Crusade got a big boost when Billy Graham plugged his friend’s project during his 1973 expedition to Seoul. Campus Crusade’s high-rise headquarters in central Seoul (on land donated by the government after a battle in 1968 to remove squatters) was mobilized to prepare for the event. And Campus Crusade’s chief representative in Seoul, Joon Gon Kim, drawing upon the organization’s experience in fighting communism in Mexico, Columbia, Brazil, Indonesia, Pakistan, and Thailand, as well as the strong encouragement of his government, directed the entire project.6 Bright suffered a temporary set-back last year when the Korean National Council of Churches officially expressed its “lack of concern” about the evangelical crusade, according to the Washington Post, for “fear it would be used as a tool in the government’s struggle with church groups over social policy, political freedoms and human rights.” Sophisticated Koreans viewed the Graham/Bright efforts as simply a further extension of the government’s program of “undermining strongly anti-government mobilizations among the country’s four million Christians,” writes an informed Japanese journalist.7 Since then, probably to Bright’s embarrassment, the Park regime has greatly stepped up this “struggle,” not only against Church groups, but also to crush students, lawyers, and dissident intellectuals. Since Park suspended the Constitution and promulgated his Emergency Decrees last January, his government has convicted by military tribunal almost two hundred suspected political dissenters and interrogated -- often by torture -- hundreds more. Korea’s only living ex-President was arrested and convicted under the Decrees. Sentences ranging from five years to death have been meted out by these tribunals to large numbers of Protestant clergymen, a famous Catholic bishop, the country’s best known poet, South Korea’s foremost expert on Abraham Lincoln (and Boston University Ph. D.), a dean of theology at a major Korean University, who graduated from Union Theological Seminary, a civil liberties lawyer from Yale University, and many others whose exposure to Western political, values brought them only trouble. Thousands of Korean Catholics (at great personal risk) have attended mass rallies and vigils to protest the jailing of Bishop Daniel Chi Hak Soun. Korea’s Protestant National Council of Churches recently denounced the repression under Park. Christian groups around the world, including the American Jesuit Missions Conference and the World Council of Churches have joined in the protest against the American-backed regime.8 None of this, of course, disturbs veteran anti-communist Bill Bright, whose EXPLO ’74, with government backing, attracted several hundred thousand South Koreans last August. “In no country in the world, including the U.S., is there more freedom to talk about Jesus Christ than in South Korea,” he explains by way of justification. “There is no religious repression here. It is only political, and I believe it is for a good cause.” Bright says that “those in prison” -- presumably including his fellow Christians -- “are involved in things they shouldn’t be involved in.” The slightest expression of dissent, he feels, may cause North Korea to instantly “pounce upon the republic.” He accuses the U.S. press as well as the jailed Korean critics of slandering the Park regime and claims, “Those who oppose the regime are militant in their attack on anything that speaks of God, and if they had their way every Christian in South Korea today would be slaughtered.” Joon Gon Kim, executive director of EXPLO ’74, is no less outspoken in his defense of Campus Crusade’s holy mission against world communism: “When the Korean church becomes aflame with the Holy Spirit God can rend the iron curtain of North Korea, China, Russia and Eastern Europe and the walls will collapse so that the Gospel can be preached.’’9 William Bright in the service of General Park’s dictatorship might seem an extreme case, but his allies, especially those in the Asian Peoples’ Anti-Communist League, are no less fervent or dedicated. Just as Bright claims that General Park is working in the service of God by crushing his opponents, so did Bright’s ally and Korean counterpart, the Reverend Sun Myung Moon, achieve notoriety when he announced last year in full page newspaper advertisements across the United States that President Nixon had been put into office by God and could be removed only by His will. Sun Myung Moon’s National Prayer and Fast Committee stuck by Nixon to the bitter end. (Thus did Moon inevitably meet Rabbi Korff, who then obligingly spoke before a Moon-affiliated organization on “The Fact of Communism and America’s Future.” 10 The Reverend Moon is a new phenomenon in America, but not in Asia where his following now totals nearly a million people, concentrated in Korea, Japan, and Taiwan. Moon found his calling back in 1936 when Jesus Christ approached him on a mountainside and asked him to devote himself to God’s service as an evangelist. Moon waited until 1954, however, before organizing a new world religion, the Genri Undo, or Unification Church, formerly called the Holy Spirit Association for the Unification of World Christianity. (Detractors claim he got off to a slow start because of three arrests for sexual offenses.)11 Despite his wide following in Asia, and his whirlwind American tour last year, Moon has not attracted a wide following in the United States, where he can claim only about 25,000 supporters. Now that he can no longer lead the campaign to save President Nixon, Sun Myung Moon has fallen back on more traditional approaches. Recently he spent $350,000 on radio, TV, and other advertising to promote a major evangelical rally at Madison Square Garden to stimulate new support in the East. The event was held September 18 and attracted a large crowd of curious onlookers, hostile fundamentalists, leftist demonstrators, policemen, and atheists.12 Once described as a “Korean-style Elmer Gantry” but preferring the title, “God’s Hope for America,” the Reverend Moon preaches about the many dangers of communism along with his personal interpretations of the Bible. One Japanese source describes his movement as “less a religion than an anti-communist front group.” Rabbi Mark Tannenbaum of the American Jewish Committee observes that “Moon seems to be exploiting the emotional power of religion in order to indoctrinate his anti-communist ideology. The tragedy is that so many young people respond to this emotional appeal.” And he has predictably drawn fire from concerned clergymen, in the words of one, for his “seemingly cozy relationships with the dictatorial Park Chung Hee regime in South Korea.” In reply to these charges a Moon spokesman insists, “Many religions acknowledge the threat of Communism.”13 Sun Myung Moon can afford to lavishly finance his propaganda activities. Time estimated his personal fortune at $15 million, derived from investments in a tea company, titanium mines, retreat ranches, pharmaceutical firms, and shot gun manufacturers. Recently his Unification Church purchased several estates and an old seminary in New York for about $3 million. The question remains: is this vast international effort just a personal undertaking?14 Moon and his close associates are predictably silent, but disturbing evidence is emerging of his church’s close ties to anti-communist political organizations with less spiritual ends. For example, Moon’s closest associate and English interpreter, Colonel Bo Hi Pak (“God’s Colonel”), formerly a Korean military attaché, has strong links to both Korean intelligence and the American CIA. He heads the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation (KCFF) which operates “Radio Free Asia,” possibly an outgrowth of a project by the American organization, Committee for a Free Asia (now the Asia Foundation), funded by the CIA. KCFF also conducts propaganda operations in Vietnam. Its legal counsel is none other than Robert Amory, Jr., former deputy director of the CIA. In 1962 Amory almost became head of the Asia Foundation (he was turned down to avoid blowing the CIA cover); now he is a law partner in Corcoran, Roley, Youngman & Rowe, a firm which has long handled the legal work for CIA proprietaries.15 The possibility of CIA involvement with a right-wing movement now entering the United States is frightening enough. But just as troubling are the close financial ties of Moon’s church to the world of wealthy neo-fascist Japanese capitalists, who seek not only a rollback of Communism but a new “Greater Asia” under the Emperor, based on the integration of Korea and Formosa into the Japanese orbit. In Japan, the chief financial backer and organizer of the Genri Undo is Sasagawa Ryoichi, the 75 year old former Class A war criminal. Back in 1931, with the notorious Kodama Yoshio, he formed a chauvinist patriotic party and intelligence organization that siphoned off enormous wealth from China during the Japanese occupation and ultimately provided much of the postwar financial backing for the ruling Liberal Democratic Party. In 1939 he set in motion the negotiations leading to the ’Tripartite Pact between Japan, Germany, and Italy; three years later he was elected to the Diet on an ultranationalist platform of southward expansion. His stint in the Sagumo Prison after World War II for suspected war crimes set back his career only a short while, for he and fellow inmates like Kodama Yoshio and former Prime Minister Kishi Nobusuke used their influence and time to plan the resurrection of the postwar Japanese Right.16 Both Sasagawa and Kodama still exercise enormous influence in Japan, and are described as “kuromaku” -- powers behind the throne. The New York Times description of Kodama applies identically to Sasagawa: “Yoshio Kodama is among the most powerful men in Japan. He was instrumental in founding the nation’s governing party, he has had a hand in naming several Premiers, he has settled dozens of disputes among top businessmen. He also commands the allegiance of Japan’s ultra-right wing and has strong influence over the yakuza, or gangsters, of the underworld here.”17 Both are dedicated to restoring the power of the Emperor and crushing opposition to the Right. Sasagawa, as president of the Japan-Indonesia Association and Japan-Philippine Association, both reminiscent of the prewar imperialist South Seas Association, has helped to spearhead the southward Japanese commercial advance in Asia. He funded the anti-Sukarno forces which organized the Indonesian coup d’état of September 30, 1965; he likewise supported the Lon Nol faction which overthrew King Sihanouk in Cambodia in 1970, and arranged for Japanese economic aid to prop up the new government. Currently he is active in strengthening Japanese ties with the strategic Arabian peninsula, through his Japan-Oman Association. Most significantly, Sasagawa has long been a leading light in the Asian Peoples’ Anti-Communist League, and was behind the recent organization of the World Anti-Communist League. With his vast fortune acquired from shipbuilding, gambling, and organized crime, Sasagawa not only influences the Japanese government but acts as a powerful force in all of “Greater Asia.” His support of Moon’s Unification Church is thus just one of many elements in the constellation of interlocking activities surrounding the Japanese, Asian, and world right-wing movements which still thrive in many forms. American “Bible Belt” fundamentalism has long been known as a source of the most extreme conservatism and almost fanatic anti-communism. Evangelical movements from this tradition,, refined and directed by sophisticated “religious entrepreneurs” with modern marketing techniques and lavish funding, are “going international” on a larger scale than ever before in the service of established right-wing governments and organizations. Linked to old and well established anti-communist fronts composed of Eastern European émigrés, embittered Cuban refugees, and Nationalist Chinese officials, these popular new evangelical movements are the forefront of a new wave of political propaganda, disguised as religion and designed to distract Third World peoples from their more pressing social needs and concerns. Whether this theology of anti-communism will have any appeal to the masses of Asia is doubtful, but it does represent a new level of struggle in the cold war that is still with us. SIDEBAR: CHRISTIAN ANTI-COMMUNIST CRUSADE The Christian Anti-Communist Crusade, although affiliated with APACL, specializes in rooting Communists out of Latin America. Headed by “the amazing Aussie Communist-hunter” Fred Schwartz, CACC is based in southern California at Long Beach, where it draws financial support from such right-wingers as Walter Knott (Knott’s Berry Farm) and Patrick J. Frawley (Schick, Eversharp). Its $350,000 annual income supports many activities, including a Latin American literature project. Back in 1961, Schwartz’s Crusade worked With the U.S. Information Agency (and the CIA) to defeat Marxist candidate Cheddi Jagan in British Guyana’s presidential election. Schwartz admitted spending $76,0.00 to influence the election in favor of the right-wing United Force party. The Crusade’s money allegedly helped finance anti-Jagan street gangs and rioters to discredit his government. Shortly thereafter the CIA began a major campaign to undermine Jagan by infiltrating Guyana’s powerful black labor unions with the help of the CIA-funded American Institute for Free Labor Development. Though no one has ever proven any connection between Schwartz and the US government, his activities closely parallel those of the CIA. US embassy officials have never questioned his work. If he is not a CIA man, he ought to be.

Sources and footnotes below

(Sources: William Turner, Power Out the Right (Berkeley: Ramparts Press, 1971); Jane Kramer, “Letter From Guyana,” New Yorker (September 16, 1974), pp. 100-128; Cheddi Japan, The West on Trial (London, 1966), p. 307). FOOTNOTES 1. Stanley Karnow, “The CIA in Flux,” New Republic, December 8, 1973. Between 1961 and 1963 CIA foundations gave $142,500 to the Synod of Bishops of the Russian Church outside of Russia. 2. Peter Dale Scott, “Watergate, Cuba, and the China-Vietnam Lobby” (unpublished manuscript); APACL, All Roads Lead to Freedom: First Report (Taipei, 1955); APACL, Proceedings of the First WACL Conference; APACL, Proceedings of the Third WACL Conference. 3. AMPO, Winter, 1974, p. 17; Christianity Today, August 16, 1974, pp. 28-9; June 22, 1973, pp. 33-4; September 28, 1973, pp. 52-3. 4. Christianity Today, January 1, 1971, p. 43; June 9, 1972, pp. 38-9; Christian Century, December 24, 1969, pp. 1650-1651. Despite its name, Campus Crusade is “not a student-led program” but is controlled by Bright’s central staff. (Christianity Today, April 12, 1968, p. 4O.} 5. Christian Century, May 10, 1972, pp. 549-51; July 19, 1972, pp. 778-80; Christianity Today, July 7, 1972, pp. 31-2. 6, AMPO, Winter, 1974, p. 16; Christianity Today, June 22, 1973, pp. 33-4; June 9, 1972, pp. 38-39. Campus Crusade actually has staff members at work in over fifty countries, where, as in the United States, its chief target group is students. 7. Washington Post, August 19, 1974; AMPO, Winter, 1974, p. 17. 8. The American press, especially the Washington Post and the New York Times, provided extensive coverage of the growing repression in Korea during the summer of 1974. 9. Washington Post, August 19, 1974; New York Times, August 19, 1974. 10. On Korff’s close relationship to Moon, see Washington Post, July 25, 1974; New York Post, September 16, 1974. Rabbi Korff’s latest project is to force Congress to impose severe curbs on the media, which he blames for President Nixon’s downfall (Washington Post, August 17, 1974). 11. Daily News (New York), September 13, 1974; Christianity Today, March 1, 1974, pp. 101-02; AMPO, Winter, 1974, p. 43; New York Times, September 16, 1974; Village Voice, September 12, 1974. Estimates vary as to the size of Moon’s worldwide following; Moon’s chief associate put the figure at over two million (New York Times, September 16, 1974). 12. New York Times, September 16, 1974 (including full-page advertisement on p. 40); Daily News, September 13, 1974; New York Times, September 19, 1974; UPI dispatch, September 19, 1974; Wall Street Journal, September 20, 1974. 13. AMPO, Winter, 1974, p. 43; New York Post, September 16, 1974. Moon’s organization has created a number of secular anti-communist front groups including the ]nfernationai Federation for Victory over Communism, the World Freedom Institute, and the Freedom Leadership Foundation. The South Korean Government sends its civil servants to an anti-communist indoctrination center in Seoul operated by the Church (Village Voice, September 12, 1974; New York Times, September 17, 1974). 14. Time, October 15, 1973, pp. 129-30; Daily News, September 13, 1974; Christianity Today, March 1, 1974, pp. 101-02. Moon’s church is worth “far more” than Moon’s personal $15 million (New York Times, September 16, 1974). 15. Village Voice, September 12, 1974; Steve Weissman and John Shoch, “CIAsia Foundation,” Pacific Research, September~October, 1972. One of Corcoran’s earliest projects for the CIA was representing Chennault’s Civil Air Transport, now Air America. CIA officials deny any ties to Moon’s Unification Church, but funding of the Church remains mysterious (Wall Street Journal, September 20, 1974). 16. AMPO, Winter, 1974, p. 43; New York Times, July 2, 1974; Don Kurzman, Kishi and Japan (Astor-Honor). 17. New York Times, July 2, 1974. Sasagawa has been implicated in recent Japanese election irregularities. See Far Eastern Economic Review, September 6, 1974, p. 28. 18. AMPO, Winter, 1974, pp. 43-5.

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CIA, Moonies versus Sandinistas

Indiana Gazette  August 16, 1984

by Jack Anderson

WASHINGTON – In the Central American hinterlands, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish the CIA’s operatives from the Rev. Sun Myung Moon’s disciples. They appear to be working in harness against the communist-tainted Sandinista regime in Nicaragua.

This troubles at least one Pentagon analyst, now stationed in Korea, who has warned the White House that the CIA-Moonie connection could cause possible political damage to President Reagan’s re-election campaign.

The analyst’s unofficial memo, titled “Potential Problems,” has been slipped to my associate Donald Goldberg.

“Current Moonie involvement with government officials, contractors and grantees (in Central America) could create a major scandal,” the memo warns. “If their activities and role become public knowledge, it will unite both the left and the right in attacking the administration.”

The memo continues: “If efforts are not taken to stop their growing influence and weed out current Moonie involvement in government, the president stands a good chance of being portrayed in the media as a poor, naive incompetent who is strong on ideology and weak on common sense. …

“The likelihood of a reporter or a Democratic staff member piecing the total picture together is too great to be neglected. Any thought that this festering problem will go away if ignored is foolish.”

The “total picture” of Moon’s activities in Latin America is not clear. But there is no doubt that the Korean Messiah – now in prison for income tax evasion [and forgery and perjury] – has established a solid presence in the region, with ties to right-wing groups and U.S.-supported guerrillas.

My associate John Lee Anderson reports from Central America that CAUSA international, Moon’s political front, has representatives working in programs that help the CIA in its “contra” war against the Sandinista government.

CAUSA maintains a publicity office in Tegucigalpa, the Hondoran capital, but its principal activities are in the field. CAUSA provides cash and other aid to Hondoran-based Nicaraguan contras and Hondoran right-wing political groups. Many anti-Sandinista guerrillas wear red CAUSA T-shirts with a map of the world on them.

But CAUSA and its affiliate, the Refugee Relief Freedom Foundation, provide more than T-shirts to rebel groups. They also funnel supplies to refugee families in and near contra camps and pay for trips by rebel leaders to the United States.

One contra leader, Fernando “El Negro” Chamorro, told my associate that as early as 1981, CAUSA representatives sent him on an all-expenses paid trip to the United States to try to unify the Nicaraguan exile groups.

The airlift of supplies to the rebels by Moon’s Unification Church has escalated since congress cut off CIA funding for the contras. The administration has been attempting to “privatize” its war against the Sandinistas and is apparently willing to work with Moon’s people.

Footnote: A Unification Church spokesman denied that the church is engaged in any but religious activities in Central America.

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Sun Myung Moon organization activities in Central & South America

1. Introduction 2. ‘Illegal Aliens Joining Moonies’ – The Pittsburg Press 3. Moon’s ‘Cause’ Takes Aim At Communism in the Americas – Washington Post 4. Moon in Latin America: Building the Bases of a World Organisation – Guardian 5. Guatemala 6. Nicaragua 7. Honduras 8. Costa Rica 9. Bolivia 10. Uruguay 11. Paraguay 12. Brazil

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The Unification Church and the KCIA – ‘Privatizing’ covert action: the case of the UC

“The UC is truly anti-Christian” and produces “a species of material and spiritual slavery.” Catholic Bishops in Honduras

Sun Myung Moon’s Drug Paradise

Emperor of the Universe video transcript and link

Robert Parry’s investigations into Sun Myung Moon

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FBI and other reports on Sun Myung Moon

Contents 1. FBI Report (San Francisco office) on the UC / FFWPU, September 1975 2. “The Moonies: Government Files Trace Church from Sex Cult to Korean CIA”
 by James Coates, Chicago Tribune, Monday, March 27, 1978 3. “The pull of Sun Moon” by Berkeley Rice,  New York Magazine, May 30, 1976 4. Sun Myung Moon and Takeru Kamiyama jailed in 1984 for US tax crimes 5. The Moon Organization Academic Network by Daniel Junas,  Fall 1991 6. “The Moonies – What Rev. Moon teaches the young”
 by Harry V. Martin and David Caul, Napa Sentinel, March-April 3, 1992 

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Dhienda and The Red Button.

Hi,

Kembali lagi di curhatan gw yang ga guna. Sebenarnya mau curhat serius, tapi baru sadar otak ini isinya ga se-overthinking dulu.

Jadi hari ini gw mau cerita tentang Dhienda and The Red Button.

Sebelum gw mulai cerita, mari perkenalkan dulu tokoh yang selalu menjadi saksi hidup pertama ke-chaosan aku bekerja. Gw selalu memanggilnya Ebep. Boleh kok dipanggil mimiaw, meong, bep, bebep. Apapun pasti dia nyaut apalagi kalo dipanggil dengan pesugihan pisang raja.

Jadi, selama WFH kantor gw itu selalu menggunakan aplikasi Zoom untuk meeting dengan klien atau presentasi webinar (ya kantor gw sering ngadain webinar gitu dee padahal gw bukan kerja di Ruang Guru). Terus karena di kantor cuman punya 1 akun Zoom, jadi akun itu bisa diakses oleh orang yg punya password. Sayangnya, salah satu orang di kantor yang bisa akses Zoom kantor adalah gue. Pokoknya mah, emang jangan percayakan tombol-tombol penting ke hamba. Karena only God knows what would happen.

Waktu itu bos gw minta gw buat bikinin buat meeting sama klien via Zoom saat itu juga. Terus gw sebagai karyawan yang emang ga rajin-rajin amat, ya langsung ke TKP. Terus bikin jadwal meeting Zoom as requested. Terus emang ada notif sih “THERE ARE OTHER MEETING, END OTHER MEETING?” kurang lebih begitu. Notifnya muncul dengan red button gede untuk nge-end. Yaaa gw sebagai mahluk polos yang penuh dosa ini, langsung ngeklik aja gitu.

And chaos ensues.

Jadi ternyata yang gua matikan itu adalah webinar yang lagi diadain orang HRD dan dibuka umum. Dan itu lagi di tengah webinar tiba-tiba mati dan traffic langsung drop. Sampe sekarang sih gw belom ngaku ke orang HRD kalo itu gw yang matiin. Mereka cuman tau kalo itu ada kesalahan teknis.

Sebenerny ga tau kenapa ya sama si Zoom ini tapi gw selalu ada aja gitu masalah ama si Zoom. Kejadiannya baru kemarin, jadi gw juga lagi ngadain webinar umum juga, ngundang narasumber. Gw ditugaskan buat jadi operator Zoomnya (I guess my company never learn anything, no?). Nah, pas lagi ditengah-tengah acara, gw bukannya nge-admit orang yang mau masuk, gw malah ga sengaja nge-mute narasumber yang lagi ngomong.

Gue kayak… eh……… kepencet shay.

Maapin.

Yagitu deh, emang jangan mentugaskan gue dengan tombol-tombol penting.

TAPI bukan cuman tombol aja sih,

Pernah pas lagi presentasi ke klien, jadi ada nama material yaitu ‘Vermiculite’. Dia ini buat sistem tahan api gitu deh. Nah singkatnya, pas gw lagi presentasi maksud hati gw ingin menyebut vermiculite. Tapi yang terucap di gw adalah ‘Jadi Pak, untuk sisem ini ada campuran VERMI-KUTILnya…’ Vermikutil tuh apaa?? Zat untuk tahan gatal??

untungnya yaa… Namanya juga kita yang presentasi ke orang awam. Mereka iya-iya aja ga paham. (iya, abis gw menyebutkan kesalahan terus ngga gw perbaiki. Gw biarkan mereka tersesat).

Kadang gw suka mikir sih… kok gw kerja begini amat… tapi yah, kadang pikiran hanya sebatas terlintas di otak aja. Ga gw lakuin juga.

Hahaha…

btw gw kalo nulis gini ketauan HRD bisa dikasih SP ga sih? Ahahahaha.........

[silukita]

Diary Bogo #1

So.. Im going to post a series of diary bogo aka diary bos bego. This series will more less inspired by real story of my daily life dealing with my 'bos bego'

No offense, this just for fun. I wont mention his/her name and it can be more than one person. So, here we go Diary Bogo #1

A month ago

👩‍🦰(ngajuin cuti via system, yg otomatis akan notice ke Bogo via email)

2 days after

(no response) 👩‍🦰(yauda la)

Cuti H-2

👩‍🦰: saya ijin cuti ya pak hari jumat

🙄: oiya, cuti aja, saya juga pingin cuti nih

Cuti hari H

Bos tetangga : ini silukita cuti, minta konfirmasi ya

🙄 : (diem aja)

2jam kemudian

🙄 : (arrange meeting di saaat hamba cuti)

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 99.6

Round 2 ends with Dib.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

--

Greatest in the Galaxy 6

“Dib can’t fight!” Squee exclaims.

“He hasn’t even had time to rest after the obstacle course!” Pepito adds.

“This is completely unfair!” Gaz snaps.

“It can’t be helped,” Tak argues, “he was randomly chosen.”

“Tak’s right,” Kio agrees, reluctantly. “There are ten courses and five players. The fact that it happened consecutively like this is just bad luck.”

“But he’s still injured,” Shmoopy points out.

“I’ll be fine,” Dib insists. He opens up Zim’s PAK and pulls out a fresh black coat that he quickly throws on, suppressing a wince as the fabric rubs against his cuts and burns. “Besides, there’s no choice anyway. I just gotta win.”

“But...” Squee mutters as he, Pepito, Gaz, and Shmoopy watch Dib worriedly.

“Relax, guys,” he grins, “I got this.”

Zim looks out at the stadium grounds, where the other contestants- Hastee, Bo-olts, Flexor, and Zinather- are waiting. Zinather meets his eyes and glares back.

“Dib, be careful of Zinather,” Zim warns, “he is one of the oldest, deadliest, most powerful Irkens alive. And he provided half of my DNA.”

“The worst half, based on how he tried to fight us on Irk,” Pepito adds.

“Do not take him lightly.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Dib replies. He presses the button on his metal bracelet and it folds out into his power gauntlet as he heads down to the grounds. His friends quickly gather on the balcony to watch.

Dib joins his opponents in the middle of the arena, where they wait to begin.

“Now that everyone is ready...let the battle begin!”

Without hesitation, Dib points his glove at Zinather and fires a blast. Four metallic tendrils extend from his PAK immediately and block it with ease as he glares at Dib with a very unamused expression. Dib glares back.

He gets ready to attack again when he notices something: the other three opponents have scattered back, keeping their distance. Dib wonders if they’re wary of him, but he quickly realizes their nervous eyes are watching Zinather.

“Confused?” Zinather questions, “I guess a newcomer like you wouldn’t know. You see, ever since the very first tournament, I’ve won every single battle I’ve been in. I’m a bit of a legend. It’s bad luck to go up against me.”

Dib chuckles drily. “Of all the things I believe in, luck was never one of them.”

Dib fires more blasts with his glove. Zinather’s tendrils smack them all away with ease then lunge at Dib. He dives out of the way as they stab into the ground where he was standing and races for Zinather. But before he can get close, the tendrils retract with amazing speed and smack Dib off his feet. His friends watching in the stands and on Earth wince.

Dib coughs as he lifts himself off the dirt and sees Zinather’s tendrils swinging at him again. He quickly scrambles out of the way and fires more blasts at Zinather. Two of his tendrils block them while the other two whip at Dib. He barely dodges one and catches the other with his metal glove.

An electrical shock travels from the glove and up the appendage into Zinather’s PAK, making him convulse.

“Ha!” Dib laughs victoriously.

Zinather glares at him through the shock and whips the tendril he’s holding, sending Dib flying off his feet. He tumbles as he hits the ground but recovers quickly and looks up to see Zinather’s tendril angrily waving over him, like snakes ready to strike.

“That was a nasty little trick,” Zinather growls, “allow me to repay the favour.”

The tips of the four tendrils split open, revealing different weapons- one splits into multiple smaller tendrils, the second turns into a saw blade, another into a serrated clamp, and the fourth fires lasers.

“Uh oh,” Dib mutters.

He dives out of the way as Zinather strikes. The smaller tendrils tear through Dib’s clothes, the laser grazes his skin, and he just barely manages to dodge the blade and clamp.

The small tendrils grab his ankle and lift him into the air. As he hangs upside down, the clamp swings right for this face. But before it can hit him, he lifts his left arm and a blue force field appears, blocking the attack.

Zinather blinks, momentarily surprise. Dib takes the chance to grab the clamp tendril with his glove and fires a blast that destroys the appendage. Zinather winces and his other tendrils release Dib. He lands on the ground next to the severed clamp appendage, and Zinather glares at him.

Dib smirks as he pulls down his left sleeve, revealing a new brace that Kio had made for him. “Irkens aren’t the only ones who can make force fields, you know.”

“You’re just full of little tricks,” Zinather growls with annoyance.

His remaining three appendages strike. Dib blocks the spinning blade with his force field and races for the Zinather. He dodges the laser and tendrils, gritting through the pain as they graze his arms or legs and closes in on the old Irken.

“If I can just beat you, then I’ll win!” he exclaims and reaches for Zinather’s face.

He catches Dib’s wrist with his bare hand, easily holding him back.

“Wha-!”

Zinather slams his free hand into Dib’s chest. A crack echoes over the stadium as he flies off his feet and skids across the ground.

Dib lies in the dirt, hacking painfully as he hugs his chest. He can’t even try to dodge as he sees Zinather’s appendages bear down on him. His friends scream his name.

Suddenly, Zim appears over Dib and knocks the attack back with his spider legs.

“Interference! Dib is disqualified, although I’m betting he was out anyway.”

Zim and Zinather glare at each other, their PAK appendages twitching overhead.

“Reminder that if anyone other than chosen fighters battle, all participants will be disqualified.”

Zinather retracts his tendrils back into his PAK and Zim quickly does the same with his spider legs.

“Well, if no one else is going to try to fight...”

Hastee, Flexor, and Bo-olts all fearfully shake their heads.

“Then the winner of the battle is Zinather of Irk! This puts Irk in second place with 10 points, leaving Swif’el in third with their five. Earth is still in first with 13 points, but how long with that last?”

The audience erupts into cheers. Zim ignores them as he looks back at Dib, who is still writhing on the ground.

“Dib,” he gasps as he kneels beside him and lifts his head.

“I...lost...” Dib croaks weakly.

“Don’t worry about that now,” Zim orders, “you just focus on not dying.”

Dib groans painfully as he clutches his chest. Zim scowls and shouts, “Shmoopy!”

“I’m here!” she cries as she skids to a stop next to him. Kio and the others are close behind.

Shmoopy grabs a screened device from her bag and holds it over Dib. It quickly scans his whole body in a green light and she reads the information on the screen.

“He has eight broken ribs,” she states, “let’s move him to the sky box; I can fix the worst of it there.”

“I got the stretcher,” Kio says as she sticks a metallic tube-like device by Dib’s feet. A red force field grows up from it under his body, creating a stretcher that hovers up and carries him after Kio and Shmoopy.

As everyone follows them back up to the sky box, Squee and Pepito stop briefly when they spot Zinather standing off to the side, with the Tallest beside him. They’re both wearing small, satisfied grins.

“They’re awfully proud,” Pepito spits.

“Like a cat who got the cream,” Squee snarls, “I wanna wipe those smirks off their faces.”

“Yeah,” he agrees and tugs Squee’s elbow. “Come on.”

They stop glaring daggers at Zinather and the Tallest and hurry after their friends.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myocs #myart

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In the Shadow of the Moons  - Selected Quotes

Selected quotes from In the Shadow of the Moons by Nansook Hong (first wife of Hyo Jin Moon, Rev. Moon’s eldest son from his marriage with Hak Ja Han)

Table of Contents

Nansook Hong reflecting on why she was chosen as Hyo Jin’s wife Sun Myung Moon Gambling Verbal abuse from Hak Ja Han - part 1 Verbal Abuse from Hak Ja Han - part 2 Physical abuse from Sun Myung Moon Verbal abuse from Sun Myung Moon Moons’ use of fortune-tellers Racist theology Reflecting on Heung Jin Moon’s death Black Heung Jin Unethical fundraising in Japan Moons’ admission of Sun Myung Moon’s infidelity

Nansook Hong reflecting on why she was chosen as Hyo Jin’s wife

“I have never known exactly why Sun Myung Moon chose me to marry his eldest son. Maybe he thought I was pretty, a good student from a good family. At the time, that was explanation enough for me. As the years went on, I came to believe that my youth and naivete were the central reasons for my selection. I was younger than Hak Ja Han was when the Messiah married her.” page 72-73

Nansook Hong was 15 at the time of the wedding, as shown in the following passage:

“I brightened a little when we arrived in Florida and Peter Kim suggested taking me to Disney World [for the honeymoon]. I was a fifteen-year-old girl.” page 92

Sun Myung Moon Gambling

“Gambling is strictly prohibited by the Unification Church. Betting of any kind is seen as a social ill that undermines the family and contributes to the moral decline of civilization. Why was Sun Myung Moon, the Lord of the Second Advent, the divine successor to the man who threw the money changers out of the temple, spending hours at the blackjack table? The Reverend Moon was eager to explain our presence in a place I had been taught was a den of sin. As the Lord of the Second Advent, he said, it was his duty to mingle with sinners in order to save them. He had to understand their sin in order to dissuade them from it. Peter Kim sat there for him and placed the bets as the Reverend Moon instructed from his position behind Peter Kim’s shoulder. ‘So you see, I am not actually gambling, myself,’ he told me. Even at age fifteen, even from the mouth of the Messiah, I recognized a rationalization when I heard one.” page 93

Verbal abuse from Hak Ja Han - part 1

“My knees were raw with carpet burns early the next morning when Mother summoned me to her room. Hyo Jin and the others still were not home. Where were they she wanted to know. Why wasn’t I with them? Prostrate before her on the floor, I wept as I recounted the events of the previous evening. It was a relief to share this awful burden with Mother. Maybe now something would change. Mrs. Moon was very angry, but not at Hyo Jin, as I had expected. She was furious with me. I was a stupid girl. Why did I think I had been brought to America? It was my mission to change Hyo Jin. I was failing God and Sun Myung Moon. It was up to me to make Hyo Jin want to stay home.” page 97

Verbal Abuse from Hak Ja Han - part 2

“Hyo Jin did not return to East Garden until summer. Our daughter, a tiny newborn when he left, was by then a bright-eyed babbling baby. He seemed just as indifferent to her as he was when he went to Korea. I was at a loss, fearful for our future. That summer the Moons decided I could not return to Irvington High School. They worried that public school officials could get too curious about the cause of my extended leave of absence, that there would be rumors about the baby. I was still below the age of consent in New York when she was conceived. They did not need their son accused of child abuse or even rape.

I was admitted to the Masters School, a private school for girls in Dobbs Ferry, New York…

One morning the Moons called me to their room. I was alarmed. When they sent for me, it usually meant I had done something wrong in their eyes. I never knew which one of them would be angry with me. Both of them had horrible, raging tempers, but they rarely were angry at the same time. This time it was Mrs. Moon who began shouting as soon as I fell to my knees to bow to them.

Did I know how much the tuition was at the Masters School? Did I have any idea how much money it would take to educate me? Why should they be burdened with this expense? I was not their daughter. They already had to pay to feed and clothe and house me. How much more did I want? She could barely speak, she was so furious. The Reverend Moon said nothing while she ranted. I kept my head bowed, bit my lip, and began to cry. I thought I had done everything the Moons wanted. I married their wayward son. I stood by him even when he left me, pregnant, for his girlfriend. I had given them a beautiful granddaughter. Why was Mother screaming at me?

Mrs. Moon said that Bo Hi Pak’s daughter had received her high school diploma through a correspondence course. I could do the same… I was stunned…

I was so grateful when the Reverend Moon finally spoke up. Those correspondence courses are no good, he told Mother quietly; we have to send Nansook to school.

The two of them discussed the options as if I were not there, on my knees sobbing before them. They made every important decision about my life and then blamed me for the repercussions…When she had fully vented her rage, Mrs. Moon suddenly remembered I was still there. “Get out!” she shouted.” page 128-130

Physical abuse from Sun Myung Moon

“In Jin disapproved of my friendship with her sister [Un Jin] but she could be nice to me herself when it suited her purpose. She came to me once, asking to borrow some clothes so she could sneak out that night. Her own room was next to her parents’ suite in the mansion and she did not want to risk running into Father. Why not? I asked. She told me that recently she had come into her room on tiptoe about 4:00 A.M. It was still dark. She thought she was in the clear, when she saw Father’s shadow in a chair across the room.

As Sun Myung Moon struck her over and over again, his daughter told me, he insisted he was hitting her out of love. It was not her first beating at Father’s hands. She said she wished she had the courage to go to the police and have Sun Myung Moon arrested for child abuse. I lent her my best blue jeans and a white angora sweater and tried to hide how shocked I was by her story.” page 101

“The Reverend Moon would become enraged if our efforts to shush them [the young Moon children] did not succeed immediately. I remember recoiling the first of so many times that I saw Sun Myung Moon slap his children to silence them. Of course, his slaps only made them cry more.” pages 101-102

Verbal abuse from Sun Myung Moon

“I had no idea where he [Hyo Jin] was. It was not until later that I would learn that he had used the money we were given as wedding presents to pay for his “fiancee’s” airfare to the United States and to rent an apartment for the two of them in Manhattan. On his return to East Garden from Korea, he had told the Reverend and Mrs. Moon that he intended to live with the woman he chose. Neither parent made any attempt to stop him. I always believed that the Moons were afraid of their son. Hyo Jin’s temper was so volatile, his moods so irrational, that the Reverend and Mrs. Moon would go to any lengths to avoid a confrontation with him.

Instead, True Parents sent for me. I bowed before them, remaining on my knees, my eyes downcast. I hoped they would embrace me; I prayed they would reassure me. On the contrary, Reverend Moon lashed out at me. I had never seen him so angry; his face was twisted and red with rage. How could I have let this happen? What had I done to so displease Hyo Jin? Why couldn’t I make him happy? I did not lift my head for fear Sun Myung Moon would strike me. Mrs. Moon tried to calm him, but Father would not be appeased. I had failed as a wife. I had failed as a woman. It was my own fault Hyo Jin had left me. Why hadn’t I told Hyo Jin that I would go with him?

My own thoughts made little sense. How could I go with him? To live with him and his girlfriend? I had high school to finish. I was frightened by the Reverend Moon’s fury but I was also hurt at being wrongly accused. Why was it my fault that Hyo Jin had taken a lover? Why was I to blame because the Reverend Moon’s son did not obey his father? I knew better than to voice these thoughts, but I had them just the same. It was my lot to humble myself before them, to take their abuse, and to speak only when spoken to. Tears burned my cheeks. I stayed on my knees, silent before the Lord of the Second Advent, but I seethed inside at the injustice of his attack on me. ‘Get out,’ he finally screamed, and I scrambled to my feet. I ran all the way back to Cottage House, blinded by my tears.” page 107-108

Moons’ use of fortune-tellers

“One morning soon after Hyo Jin’s return, I came to greet True Parents at their breakfast table. I was surprised to see that they had been joined by the Buddha Lady, the Buddhist fortune-teller who had blessed my match to Hyo Jin the previous fall in Seoul. Mrs. Moon urged her to tell us what the future held for Hyo Jin and me. ‘Nansook is a winged white horse. Hyo Jin is a tiger. This is a good match,’ she said. ‘Nansook will have a difficult time in life but her fortune is very good. Hyo Jin’s fortune is tied to hers. He can be great only if he sits on Nansook’s back and together they fly.’

Mrs. Moon was so pleased by the Buddha Lady’s optimistic forecast that she went out and bought me a diamond-and-emerald ring — the fortune-teller had told her that green was my lucky color…” page 110-111

Racist theology

“On March 7 we held such a ceremony [the Eight Day Ceremony for Nansook’s first child, a girl named] Shin June. My diary records the event: ‘...Father said her [Shin June’s] eyes were like those of a mystical bird and that this meant that she would be witty. Westerners have round eyes that show what they are thinking. Easterners’ eyes are dark pools that can’t be penetrated. Father said this means we have a bigger, deeper heart.’” page 124

Reflecting on Heung Jin Moon’s death

“Father walked to the front of the room [this was at Heung Jin’s funeral] and instantly all sounds of weeping ceased. He told the funeral gathering that Heung Jin was now the leader of the spirit world. His death had been a sacrificial one. Satan was attacking the Reverend Moon for his anti-Communist crusade by claiming the life of his second son. Like Abel before him, Heung Jin had been the good son. Hyo Jin looked wounded by his Father’s comparison, but he knew himself that he bore more of a resemblance to the Biblical Cain.

Heung Jin, Father said, was already teaching those in the spirit world the Divine Principle. Jesus himself was so impressed by Heung Jin that he had stepped down from his position and proclaimed the son of Sun Myung Moon the King of Heaven. Father explained that Heung Jin’s status was that of a regent. He would sit on the throne of Heaven until the arrival of the Messiah, Sun Myung Moon.

I was stunned by the instant deification of this teenage boy. I knew Heung Jin was a True Child, the son of the Lord of the Second Advent, so I was ready to believe that he had a special place in Heaven. But displacing Jesus? The boy I had helped search for a lost kitten in the attic of the mansion at East Garden, he was the King of Heaven? It was too much, even for a true believer like myself. I looked around me, though, and the assembled relatives and guests were nodding gravely at this imparted revelation. I was ashamed of my skepticism but powerless to deny it.” page 136-137

Black Heung Jin

“The Reverend Moon was thrilled with the news [of a Zimbabwean man in 1987 who claimed to have Heung Jin speaking through him] from Africa. The Unification Church had been concentrating its recruitment efforts in Latin America and Africa. Clearly a Black Heung Jin could not hurt the cause. Without even meeting the man who claimed to be possessed by the spirit of his dead child, Sun Myung Moon authorized the Black Heung Jin to travel the world, preaching and hearing the confessions of Unification Church members who had gone astray.

Confessions soon became central to the Black Heung Jin’s mission. He went to Europe, to Korea, to Japan, everywhere administering beatings to those who had violated church teachings by using alcohol and drugs or engaging in premarital or extramarital sex. The Black Heung Jin spent a year on the road, dispensing physical punishment as penance for those who wished to repent, before Sun Myung Moon summoned him to East Garden.

We all gathered to greet him at Father’s breakfast table. He was a thin black man of average height who spoke English better than Sun Myung Moon. He seemed to me intent on charming the True Family, in much the way a snake encircles and then swallows its prey. I was anxious to hear some concrete evidence that his man possessed the spirit of the boy I once knew. I was not to hear it. The Reverend Moon asked him standard theological questions that any member who had studied the Divine Principle could have answered. He offered no startling revelations or religious insights. Maybe what most impressed Father was his ability to quote from the speeches of Sun Myung Moon.

The Reverend and Mrs. Moon suggested that we children meet with the Black Heung Jin privately and report back to them on our impressions. It was an amazing meeting. Hyun Jin, Kook Jin, and Hyo Jin kept asking the stranger questions about their childhood. He could not answer any of them. He did not remember anything about his life on earth, he told us. Instead of inspiring skepticism, the Black Heung Jin’s convenient memory lapse was interpreted as a sign of his having left earthly concerns behind when he entered the Kingdom of Heaven. Everyone in the household embraced him and called him by their dead brother’s name. I avoided him and found myself thinking that I was living with either the stupidest or the most gullible people on earth. There was a third alternative I did not consider at the time: the Reverend Moon was using the Black Heung Jin for his own ends, just as he had used the American civil liberties community before him.

Sun Myung Moon seemed to take pleasure in the reports that filtered back to East Garden of the beatings being administered by the Black Heung Jin. He would laugh raucously if someone out of favor had been dealt an especially hard blow. No one outside the True Family was immune from the beatings. Leaders around the world tried to use their influence to be exempted from the Black Heung Jin’s confessional. My own father appealed in vain to the Reverend Kwak to avoid having to attend such a session.

The Black Heung Jin was a passing phenomenon in the Unification Church. Soon the mistresses he acquired were so numerous and the beatings he administered so severe that members began to complain. Mrs. Moon’s maid, Won Ju McDevitt, a Korean who married an American church member, appeared one morning with a blackened eye and covered with purple bruises. The Black Heung Jin had beaten her with a chair. He beat Bo Hi Pak - a man in his sixties - so badly that he was hospitalized for a week in Georgetown Hospital. He told doctors he had fallen down a flight of stairs. He later needed surgery to repair a blood vessel in his head.

Sun Myung Moon knew when to cut his losses. When you are the Messiah, it is easy to make a course correction. Once it became clear that he had to disassociate himself from the violence he had let loose on the membership, Sun Myung Moon simply announced that Heung Jin’s spirit had left the Zimbabwean’s body and ascended into Heaven. The Zimbabwean was not quite so ready to get off the gravy train. At last sighting, he had established a breakaway cult in Africa with himself in the role of Messiah.” page 151-153

Unethical fundraising in Japan

“...Japan was fertile fund-raising ground for a messianic leader like Sun Myung Moon. Eager young Unification Church members found elderly people anxious to ensure that their loved ones came to a peaceful rest in the spirit world. To that end, they fleeced thousands of people out of millions of dollars for religious vases, prayer beads, and religious pictures to guarantee that their deceased family members entered the Kingdom of Heaven. [Click here for an article by the Washington Post which further explores this phenomenon.] A small jade pagoda could sell for as much as fifty thousand dollars. Wealthy widows were conned into donating all of their assets to the Unification Church to guarantee that their loved ones would not languish in hell with Satan.

Members of the Moon family were thoroughly scrutinized by customs agents whenever leaving Korea or entering the United States. This trip [in which Nansook accompanied Hak Ja Han Moon to Japan for a ten-city speaking tour] was no exception. One benefit of her enormous entourage was that Mrs. Moon had plenty of traveling companions with whom to enter the country. I was given twenty thousand dollars in two packs of crisp new bills…

I knew that smuggling was illegal, but I believed the followers of Sun Myung Moon answered to higher laws...I was so grateful to God that they didn’t find the money. In the distorted lens through which I viewed the world, God actually had thwarted the customs agents...” page 171-173

Personal Note: This seems to be evidence that Moon was truly guilty in the famous tax evasion case that put him in Danbury. If you don’t fully and accurately record your finances, doesn’t that inevitably lead to tax evasion?

Moons’ admission of Sun Myung Moon’s infidelity

“I went directly to Mrs. Moon with Hyo Jin’s claims [that Hyo Jin’s affairs were providential]. She was both furious and tearful. She had hoped that such pain would end with her, that it would not be passed on to the next generation, she told me. No one knows the pain of a straying husband like True Mother, she assured me. I was stunned. We had all heard rumors for years about Sun Myung Moon’s affairs and the children he sired out of wedlock, but here was True Mother confirming the truth of those stories.

I told her that Hyo Jin said his sleeping around was “providential,” and inspired by God, just as Father’s affairs were. “No. Father is the Messiah, not Hyo Jin. What Father did was in God’s plan.” His infidelity was part of her course to suffer to become the True Mother. “There is no excuse for Hyo Jin to do this,” she said.

Mrs. Moon told Father what Hyo Jin was claiming and the Reverend Moon summoned me to his room. What happened in his past was “providential,” Father reiterated. It has nothing to do with Hyo Jin. I was embarrassed to be hearing this admission from him directly. I was also confused. If Hak Ja Han Moon was the True Mother, if he had found the perfect partner on earth, how could he justify his infidelity theologically?

I did not ask, of course, but I left that room with a new understanding of the relationship between the Reverend and Mrs. Moon. It was no wonder she wielded so much influence; he was indebted to her for not exposing him all these years. Perhaps all the money, the world travel, the public adulation, were compensation enough for her.” page 196-197

#unification church #moonies #sun myung moon #true family #true parents #hyo jin moon #ffwpu #cults

[lilxdome]

Itaewon Class 😎😎😎😎😎

Hi guys,today im gonna review a K-serie.but this time it’s not a romantic serie.It’s about drama and business.

On the first day of entering a new high school, Pak Se Roy (played by Park Seo Joon) punches in the face of Jang Keun Won (played by An Bo Hyun). who teases his friends in the same classroom.By the person who teased a friend who is the son of CEO Jang Dae Hee. (Played by Yoo Jae Myeong) doing a food business.Ceo has dismissed Park Se Roy’s father.In the night of that day, Jang Keun Won was ran a car into Park se Roy’s father.Park Se Roy was very angry,he try to kill  Jang Keun Won but it isn’t success.So Park Se Roy has to go in jail because he try to kill people.So 7 years later.He has a business.He want to revenge by a business.

He is a Park Se Roy , the main character.

He is  Jang Keun Won , The kid that teases the other kids.

He is  Jang Dae Hee, The Jang Keun Won’s father

She is Jo Ee Sor ,she is the kid that fall in love to Park Se Roy and she wants to help Park Se Roy doing a business.

Her name is O Su Ar ,The girl who is Park Se Roy's first love.She is honest and confident. But she had a painful childhood And must become a competitor to Park Se Roy in order to protect herself.

His name is Jang Keun Soo,Jang Geunwon's brother but different mother.Who has run away from school since being attacked by a brother Later came to work with Park Se Roy at the restaurant.

His name is Choi Seung Kwon,One of the staff in the Park Se Roy restaurant.

Her name is Ma hyun Ee, One of the staff in the Park Se Roy restaurant.

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Sebuah Hotel

Ceritanya gw ada kerjaan di Pesantren Gontor Kediri. Baiknya penyambutannya, disiapkan tempat pula untuk menginap. Tapi bos udah terlanjur memesankan kami kamar di sebuah hotel di dekat stasiun (gw nginep di Viva Hotel, it’s really recommended loh dengan harga segitu). Kalo nginep - nginep di hotel gitu, gw selalu teringat bapak.Sering cerita ke Bapak, nginep di hotel nih Pak, enak blablabla. Bapak ga perlu tahu juga hotelnya sebagus cerita gw atau gak, yang perlu dia tahu adalah bahwa gw sedang kerja dengan senang dan nginep di hotel enak.

Kalo lihat hotel bagus, sering gitu pingin ajak bapak suatu hari nanti, ketika hati sudah cukup lapang untuk mengeluarkan uang agak banyak buat orang tua. Sayangnya, sampe bapak ga ada, belum pernah nyenengin bapak yang gitu - gitu. Nyesel. Kalo lewatin hotel, masih lupa bapak udah ga ada dan pingin aja bapak. Terus keinget, terus nangis.

Sekarang nginep di hotel ga semenyenangkan itu. Gak ada yang gw pamerin, ga ada yang gw pamitin kayak dulu. Plus punya suami yang ditinggal di rumah, mau tidur di hotel kayak gimana juga masih enakan tidur di kontrakan kecil adem di pelukan suami.

Beberapa hari ini, mimpi ketemu bapak. His condition in my dreams selalu kayak habis mandi, bersih dan pake kemeja warna putih bercorak. Semoga tanda bahwa kuburnya dilapangkan.

Nyenengin orang tua semasa hidup itu penting loh. Tapi habis itu, ada satu hal yang paling penting tapi justru sering terlupakan : lapangkan kubur dan jalan orang tua di akhirat. Itu kenapa ada orang - orang yang bertekad ngapalin quran, supaya bisa kasih surga ke orang tuanya. Buat kita yang ga bisa sebaik itu, minimal jadilah anak yang baik. Jaga kehormatan diri,jaga aurat, jaga sholat, jaga ucapan, jaga ilmu, tambah ilmu yang bermanfaat, doakan selalu. Mau mereka masih hidup atau sudah meninggal, ini akan selalu menjadi jalan pertolongan untuk orang tua.

Sekarang mah doanya, meski gw belum banyak nyenengin bapak di dunia, semoga kebaikan yang gw lakukan sepanjang hidup gw, ada kontribusinya nambah amal jariyah bapak yang sudah gedein dan menjalankan seluruh kewajibannya sebagai wali. Tugasnya sudah usai, tapi semoga nambah pahalanya belum selesai.

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