Forwarded from David Clements
Update
David here. Words can’t express how thankful I am for your prayers, letters of encouragement, and donations to cover medical expenses.
I have had much time to reflect. Each breath and heartbeat a gift from God. This is the first time in my life where I have felt old. A pause to catch a breath I didn’t know I needed. Short walks around the block with my bride. Longer looks at my children. I have found myself tearing up uncontrollably for no reason other than simple gratitude. I resolve to fight the “old man” and be of service again.
I met with my surgeon this morning. He told me more about what happened. A miracle. An orchestra of variables. One missing from the puzzle and I would not be here. 100% blockage in the artery known as the “widow maker” — now stented. I have two more arteries with 60% and 70% blockage.
The surgeon wants to see if we can reverse damage to my heart and heal without another surgery. Right now my heart is at about 45% strength of where it should be. I begin cardiac rehab.
The how and why of what occurred is a long story. Here is the cliff’s notes version: Pre-Jesus, I lived a very hard life. Drugs, alcohol, and a self-induced cardiac arrest at the age of 21, left me with a bum ticker. For several years, I was a pack a day smoker. And for several years after my spiritual conversion, through trial and error, I worked on daily “sanctification” trying to eliminate vices I still carried.
A severe back injury in 2008 left me restless for a decade, with numbness in my right leg and foot, until I found a radical restrictive diet that helped with inflammation, but may have elevated cholesterol. My career as a prosecutor left me on call around the clock, and my performance was fueled by pots of coffee, which led to arrhythmia, heart murmurs, and prayer that God would provide healing.
The last six years compounded what was already there. Employment termination, public slander, constant lawfare from the BAR, cabin burnt to crisp under mysterious circumstances, and travel that averaged over a hundred flights a year to 49 states, with thousands of meetings. I have felt mild strain and pressure in my chest for sometime. 2021 was especially difficult.
I have generally held the medical profession at arm’s length my whole life. I’ve been to the doctor maybe three times in my adult life. As my heart symptoms worsened, however, COVID-19 hysteria and adherence to protocols that murdered patients was the primary reason I would not enter a doctor’s office.
I knew it was just a matter of time that something would give, but set aside those concerns, praying that our country would see free and fair elections, J6ers would be restored, and that I’d have more time.
And then I didn’t.
I went through a door to “the other side” after dying on the table. In a single moment, I left behind my children, and being a father was an impossibility. Being a husband—gone. I left ambition behind, dreams behind, shame and condemnation behind. Bills, petty fights, bruised ego, all made inconsequential. Such finality.
After a few minutes of being in the hereafter, I was jolted back by paddles, hearing the surgical team exclaim “we brought him back! David you are back with us….”
It’s with this that I say I won’t be making a public appearance for a while, and won’t be doing social media, or interviews, for the foreseeable future. I believe God wants me to be still, speak less, and not waste anything, including my words.
Just know I read your comments, am so thankful for you, and believe God has a purpose for me down the road.
Lord willing, I will focus on writing and producing Professor’s Record episodes, doing rehab, and nothing else. I’m sorry to disappoint anyone. I just don’t have much left in me at the moment, and it saddens me to say that. Being able to grind was my superpower.
Last thing. On the table, one is confronted with the question of all questions.
Is He (Christ) real?
Yes. So much so, that you realize what grieves Him. Forgiveness is so important.
David here. Words can’t express how thankful I am for your prayers, letters of encouragement, and donations to cover medical expenses.
I have had much time to reflect. Each breath and heartbeat a gift from God. This is the first time in my life where I have felt old. A pause to catch a breath I didn’t know I needed. Short walks around the block with my bride. Longer looks at my children. I have found myself tearing up uncontrollably for no reason other than simple gratitude. I resolve to fight the “old man” and be of service again.
I met with my surgeon this morning. He told me more about what happened. A miracle. An orchestra of variables. One missing from the puzzle and I would not be here. 100% blockage in the artery known as the “widow maker” — now stented. I have two more arteries with 60% and 70% blockage.
The surgeon wants to see if we can reverse damage to my heart and heal without another surgery. Right now my heart is at about 45% strength of where it should be. I begin cardiac rehab.
The how and why of what occurred is a long story. Here is the cliff’s notes version: Pre-Jesus, I lived a very hard life. Drugs, alcohol, and a self-induced cardiac arrest at the age of 21, left me with a bum ticker. For several years, I was a pack a day smoker. And for several years after my spiritual conversion, through trial and error, I worked on daily “sanctification” trying to eliminate vices I still carried.
A severe back injury in 2008 left me restless for a decade, with numbness in my right leg and foot, until I found a radical restrictive diet that helped with inflammation, but may have elevated cholesterol. My career as a prosecutor left me on call around the clock, and my performance was fueled by pots of coffee, which led to arrhythmia, heart murmurs, and prayer that God would provide healing.
The last six years compounded what was already there. Employment termination, public slander, constant lawfare from the BAR, cabin burnt to crisp under mysterious circumstances, and travel that averaged over a hundred flights a year to 49 states, with thousands of meetings. I have felt mild strain and pressure in my chest for sometime. 2021 was especially difficult.
I have generally held the medical profession at arm’s length my whole life. I’ve been to the doctor maybe three times in my adult life. As my heart symptoms worsened, however, COVID-19 hysteria and adherence to protocols that murdered patients was the primary reason I would not enter a doctor’s office.
I knew it was just a matter of time that something would give, but set aside those concerns, praying that our country would see free and fair elections, J6ers would be restored, and that I’d have more time.
And then I didn’t.
I went through a door to “the other side” after dying on the table. In a single moment, I left behind my children, and being a father was an impossibility. Being a husband—gone. I left ambition behind, dreams behind, shame and condemnation behind. Bills, petty fights, bruised ego, all made inconsequential. Such finality.
After a few minutes of being in the hereafter, I was jolted back by paddles, hearing the surgical team exclaim “we brought him back! David you are back with us….”
It’s with this that I say I won’t be making a public appearance for a while, and won’t be doing social media, or interviews, for the foreseeable future. I believe God wants me to be still, speak less, and not waste anything, including my words.
Just know I read your comments, am so thankful for you, and believe God has a purpose for me down the road.
Lord willing, I will focus on writing and producing Professor’s Record episodes, doing rehab, and nothing else. I’m sorry to disappoint anyone. I just don’t have much left in me at the moment, and it saddens me to say that. Being able to grind was my superpower.
Last thing. On the table, one is confronted with the question of all questions.
Is He (Christ) real?
Yes. So much so, that you realize what grieves Him. Forgiveness is so important.
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Forwarded from David Clements
He died for you and me. He forgave you and me. Don’t cheapen what He did on the cross, by refusing to carry a cross of your own. Love the unloveable, forgive the unforgivable, because one day, you are going through that door.
Love you all.
DC
Love you all.
DC
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Yeah, yeah, Xi and Trump are rocking the Political World.
Can we talk about Melania though?
Lovely woman with incredible tastes. Can we be honest with each other?
Sometimes women of stature and fame wear fashion that makes no sense to us humble folk, right?
This instantly reminded me of an antiquated painter's smock.
Which reminded me of an outfit I wore for my Official Kindergarten School Picture:
Can we talk about Melania though?
Lovely woman with incredible tastes. Can we be honest with each other?
Sometimes women of stature and fame wear fashion that makes no sense to us humble folk, right?
This instantly reminded me of an antiquated painter's smock.
Which reminded me of an outfit I wore for my Official Kindergarten School Picture:
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This is my Winnie the Pooh fashion forward dress in 19 something something.
It's the last time I was cute.
I still love Winnie the Pooh.
P.S. - My hair is not red. It's the hue a lot of pictures were washed in for the year 19 something something.
P.P.S. - My hair, though it looks like it, was not cut using a weed wacker. This was also pre-The Dorothy Hamill Hairstyle popular in 19 something something.
P.P.P.S. - Yes, my Mom gave me the Dorothy Hamill.
It's the last time I was cute.
I still love Winnie the Pooh.
P.S. - My hair is not red. It's the hue a lot of pictures were washed in for the year 19 something something.
P.P.S. - My hair, though it looks like it, was not cut using a weed wacker. This was also pre-The Dorothy Hamill Hairstyle popular in 19 something something.
P.P.P.S. - Yes, my Mom gave me the Dorothy Hamill.
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Through the trees comes autumn with her serenade
Melodies the sweetest music ever played
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs
As I pause to recall the leaves seem to fall like tears
Silver stars were clinging to an autumn sky
Love was ours until October wandered by
Let the years come and go
I'll still feel the glow that time cannot fade
When I hear that lovely autumn serenade
~ John Coltrane
Melodies the sweetest music ever played
Autumn kisses we knew are beautiful souvenirs
As I pause to recall the leaves seem to fall like tears
Silver stars were clinging to an autumn sky
Love was ours until October wandered by
Let the years come and go
I'll still feel the glow that time cannot fade
When I hear that lovely autumn serenade
~ John Coltrane
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I drink a lot of warm drinks throughout the year —especially hot chocolate.
My oldest may join me when the temperature drops. The rest of the family however does not indulge until a snow event or cookie decorating party.
It's for the latter that I am reaching out to my friends here.
For the last couple of years I have been looking for a hot beverage dispenser or carafe for when I make my homemade hot chocolate.
I'd like to purchase one very soon.
Will you please share your recommendation?
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In exchange, I offer this video I came across a few days ago for some autumn ambience in the background. If the jazzy notes are not your beat, just turn down or mute and enjoy the eye candy 😊
My oldest may join me when the temperature drops. The rest of the family however does not indulge until a snow event or cookie decorating party.
It's for the latter that I am reaching out to my friends here.
For the last couple of years I have been looking for a hot beverage dispenser or carafe for when I make my homemade hot chocolate.
I'd like to purchase one very soon.
Will you please share your recommendation?
❄️
In exchange, I offer this video I came across a few days ago for some autumn ambience in the background. If the jazzy notes are not your beat, just turn down or mute and enjoy the eye candy 😊
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Forwarded from The TRUTH Roars
How can you NOT believe in God when octopuses dream and otters have a favorite rock they carry around in a little skin pocket and cows have best friends and bees are out there communicating the coordinates of flowers through dancing and they have regional dialects?
Cats are purring at frequencies associated with bone healing? Forests get absolutely incinerated and respond by growing flowers? Dolphins literally invent names for themselves and yell them across the ocean? Penguins are waddling around Antarctica looking for the perfect rock to give their partner?
CROWS REMEMBER YOUR FACE. THEY TELL OTHER CROWS ABOUT YOU. THEY TELL THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT YOU. YOU CAN HAVE GENERATIONAL BEEF WITH A BIRD. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS.
Goats have accents. Rats laugh when you tickle them. Elephants mourn their dead. Whales make songs and then OTHER WHALES LEARN THE SONG and suddenly everybody across the ocean is singing the new song.
Monarch butterflies are born knowing how to fly thousands of miles to a place they have never been.
Sea turtles hatch out of an egg, immediately sprint toward an ocean that they have never seen, disappear into it for like 3 decades and then somehow come back to the same beach they hatched on.
Birds can see colors that we humans can’t see. There are colors out there right now that we don’t even get to know about.
There are sea slugs that eat algae and use the chloroplast/chlorophyll and then are just like…photosynthesizing. And they’re super adorable.
There are mushrooms communicating underground. There are seeds sitting in the dirt for decades like “no actually I will wait. It’s fine.”
Squirrels plant trees because they forget where they put their snacks. Relatable.
A CATERPILLAR GOES INTO A LITTLE BAG THAT IT CREATES ITSELF AND DISSOLVES MOST OF ITS BODY INTO ORGANIC GOO AND REARRANGES ITSELF, GROWS WINGS AND THEN LEAVES. WHY IS THIS NOT MORE BEAUTIFULLY TERRIFYING TO PEOPLE??
And you’re telling me a tiny acorn knows how to become a huge tree? It just has a blueprint inside itself?
Your body started as ONE CELL.
ONE.
And that cell divided itself into a brain that can think about its own existence and eyes that can look at stars and hands that can hold somebody else’s hands and a heart that runs on electricity without you even asking it to?
The iron in our blood was made inside a star??
We are walking around on a wet rock covered in bioluminescent oceans and singing whales and laughing rats and birds holding lifelong grudges and flowers exploding out of fire and somehow we’re supposed to act like this is a normal place to live?
We’re supposed to act like this is all just a random, accidental sequence of events?
https://x.com/bumpstockbarbie/status/2105217104840466860?s=46
Cats are purring at frequencies associated with bone healing? Forests get absolutely incinerated and respond by growing flowers? Dolphins literally invent names for themselves and yell them across the ocean? Penguins are waddling around Antarctica looking for the perfect rock to give their partner?
CROWS REMEMBER YOUR FACE. THEY TELL OTHER CROWS ABOUT YOU. THEY TELL THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT YOU. YOU CAN HAVE GENERATIONAL BEEF WITH A BIRD. I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS.
Goats have accents. Rats laugh when you tickle them. Elephants mourn their dead. Whales make songs and then OTHER WHALES LEARN THE SONG and suddenly everybody across the ocean is singing the new song.
Monarch butterflies are born knowing how to fly thousands of miles to a place they have never been.
Sea turtles hatch out of an egg, immediately sprint toward an ocean that they have never seen, disappear into it for like 3 decades and then somehow come back to the same beach they hatched on.
Birds can see colors that we humans can’t see. There are colors out there right now that we don’t even get to know about.
There are sea slugs that eat algae and use the chloroplast/chlorophyll and then are just like…photosynthesizing. And they’re super adorable.
There are mushrooms communicating underground. There are seeds sitting in the dirt for decades like “no actually I will wait. It’s fine.”
Squirrels plant trees because they forget where they put their snacks. Relatable.
A CATERPILLAR GOES INTO A LITTLE BAG THAT IT CREATES ITSELF AND DISSOLVES MOST OF ITS BODY INTO ORGANIC GOO AND REARRANGES ITSELF, GROWS WINGS AND THEN LEAVES. WHY IS THIS NOT MORE BEAUTIFULLY TERRIFYING TO PEOPLE??
And you’re telling me a tiny acorn knows how to become a huge tree? It just has a blueprint inside itself?
Your body started as ONE CELL.
ONE.
And that cell divided itself into a brain that can think about its own existence and eyes that can look at stars and hands that can hold somebody else’s hands and a heart that runs on electricity without you even asking it to?
The iron in our blood was made inside a star??
We are walking around on a wet rock covered in bioluminescent oceans and singing whales and laughing rats and birds holding lifelong grudges and flowers exploding out of fire and somehow we’re supposed to act like this is a normal place to live?
We’re supposed to act like this is all just a random, accidental sequence of events?
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How can you NOT believe in God when octopuses dream and otters have a favorite rock they carry around in a little skin pocket and cows have best friends and bees are out there communicating the co…
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