Thursday, December 25, 2014



100 years ago, Christian Germans and Christian allied troops were made to kill one another by the hundreds of thousands. But in 1914, shortly after World War I began, those troops looked across their trenches in realization they were Christian brothers, not enemies, and literally stopped the war.

The war and killing resumed a few days later only when allied leaders ordered the murder of a German, and everyone rushed back to their trenches.

Leaders made sure this would never happen--that people would serve their global ambitions, rather that realize our common humanity--by making fraternizing with the enemy an offense punishable by death.

o The Civil War set Christian Americans against Christian Americans.

o The Spanish-American War set Christian Americans against Christian Spaniards.

o World War I set Christian Americans against Christian Europeans.

o World War II continued to set Christians against Christians, but expanded the killing to Asia.

o The Mideast wars set Christian Americans and Europeans against Muslims.

Will Christians ever learn? It has never been about our defense or self-interests. It has always been about creating the New World War. Had Christians actually followed the commandment Thou Shalt Not Kill, we would not be in the situation we find ourselves today.

We are being used to defeat ourselves.

I do hope you read the entire article and more of the story here:


In this image provided by the Imperial War Museum, World War I German and British soldiers stand together on the battlefield near Ploegsteert, Belgium in Dec. 1914.  Soldiers who had been killing each other for months climbed out of their soggy trenches to seek a shred of humanity amid the horrors of World War I. (AP Photo/IWM)

Hands reached out across a divide the narrow divide, presents were exchanged, and in Flanders Fields a century ago, a spontaneous Christmas truce briefly lifted the human spirit.

With British and German forces separated only by a no-man's land littered with fallen comrades, sounds of a German Christmas carol suddenly drifted across the frigid air.

"It was a beautiful moonlit night, frost on the ground, white almost everywhere: and at about 7 or 8 in the evening there was a lot of commotion in the German trenches and there were these lights -- I don't know what they were. And then they sang, "Silent Night" – "Stille Nacht." I shall never forget it, it was one of the highlights of my life. I thought, what a beautiful tune," Pvt. Albert Moren, a British soldier, wrote in a journal.

Then, during that first Christmas Day during World War I, in 1914, something magical happened, at least in some areas.

Soldiers, the number is hard to quantify but believed to be around 100,000, who had been killing each other by the tens of thousands for months, climbed out of their soggy trenches to seek a shred of humanity amid the horrors of war.

Hands reached out across a narrow divide, presents were exchanged, and in Flanders Fields a century ago, a spontaneous Christmas truce briefly lifted the human spirit.

"Not a shot was fired," Lt. Kurt Zehmisch of the 134th Saxony regiment wrote in his diary that Christmas.

On the other side of the front line, Pvt. Henry Williamson of the London Rifle Brigade was amazed by the goodwill among his enemies.

Few could believe their eyes, on this patch of Belgium and northern France where crimson poppies had long ago shriveled in the cold. Peace allowed for dead bodies to be recovered from the fields and given a proper burial.

Fighting continued in many other places on the front line and some generals ordered the troops to get back into position and feared there was a softening. But it was a momentary peace in a war that would last for nearly four more years.

Frank and Maurice Wray of the London Rifle Brigade settled in to keep watch when they suddenly heard a German band in the trenches play songs "common to both nations," they later wrote in an article. "Quite understandably a wave of nostalgia passed over us."

At dawn, a German called out, "We good. We no shoot," and the Wrays noted: "And so was born an unofficial armistice." Men walked out, extremely apprehensive at first, many fearing some deadly trick. Then human warmth cracked the freezing cold.

Another said that at about 30 scattered points across many miles of Belgium, similar scenes occurred. Others happened across the Western Front, which ran from the North Sea to the Swiss border.

Apart from talk in a shared language or merely with hands and kindred eyes, the men exchanged gifts, using everything from bully beef and barrels of beer to small mementos. Some played soccer.
The New York Times identified the last survivor of the truce as Sgt. Alfred Anderson, from Scotland. He died in 2005 at 109.

That same year, The Times ran a column noting some soldiers' journal entries

"We stood inside the circle like street corner orators. … What a sight -- little groups of Germans and British extending almost the length of our front! Out of the darkness we could hear laughter and see lighted matches, a German lighting a Scotchman's cigarette and vice versa, exchanging cigarettes and souvenirs," Cpl. John Ferguson, a Scottish troop, wrote.

German soldier Werner Keil scribbled his name on a piece of paper and gave a uniform button to 19-year-old British Cpl. Eric Rowden of the Queen's Westminster Rifles on Christmas Day 1914. "We laughed and joked together, having forgotten war altogether," Rowden wrote.


Source: Kirk McKenzie

Saturday, December 13, 2014

60 SECOND MESSAGE - Joe Martino

Joe Martino with a 60 second message for each of us!

Monday, March 31, 2014


I remember a short video we took of Anny just days before she left us.  She was sitting on the couch sideways, cross-legged,  wearing her Dallas Cowboys cap and blue sweatshirt, eating her bowl of Ramen Noodles.  (she loved that crap, we didn't know about the MSG back then, quite frankly, we didn't know a lot of things back then).  We were discussing Valentine's day coming up in February.  Her statement was, "everybody better remember me".  I never thought at the time those 2 words would ring so loud throughout my heart each and every day.

So baby girl, here is a post I am sharing on your page today for you, from you to us and right back atcha'.

"When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost."

Oh Anny girl, how I miss you but can't really because your energy still flows within each of us that knew you. Thank you for the time you gave to us while you were here.  Love Mom.

P.S.  You would love FB, you have so many friends and family on there that certainly remember you :) and are "In the KNOW and the NOW"  

In fact, if all the FB visitors would please click the FB Like button over there in the right hand column that would be GREAT!  And feel free to leave a comment or message if you are so moved.

Liking this site, visiting the site and commenting on the site pulls the page up in a higher rank on various search engines.  I will be transferring all the research, facts and findings we have been focused on since 2001.  There are some key issues that so many families are not familiar with.  I've covered some of the most damaging issues that effect the greatest masses.  Some are of course the SSRI's, the GMO's, CHEMTRAILS or as they would rather us call it now, GEO-ENGINEERING (but a rose by any other name is still a rose, right?), VACCINATIONS, FRACKING, HEALTH and now the biggy for health care, THE CANNABIS CURES.

We will be pulling many of the pages from those sites to this AnnyBelle Blog, getting all the info into one place.  Then it is time to DISSEMINATE the facts to the masses wouldn't you say?  Time everyone knows what we have learned right?

MoRE to come!

Live, Love, Laugh and Breathe,