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On the Road (FJ2K) with Tom Lomas 7/17/00





“Your strength must come from the Lord’s mighty power within you.” (Eph 6:10)



(This part of Freedom Letter revised from earlier issues)

The Freedom Letter, 40 Days to Freedom, and The Man in the Desert are publications of Freedom Ministries, Inc., a Florida not-for-profit corporation (#N94000005074). Providing insight and God-given procedure for freeing the human spirit from all that would enslave is the focus of all our publications.  Tom Lomas, the author,  was told by his Creator to "follow the example of Jesus' forty days in the desert" in answer to a desperate prayer when on the brink of a second suicide attempt.

Tom’s addiction of almost forty years was classified by psychiatry as “masterful instinct” (incurable). During the forty day walk in the desert of his soul, he was spiritually reborn and set free. God then disclosed the reason he was given a procedure, instead of an instant healing, was for Tom to write 40 Days to Freedom so souls in bondage, all over the world, would experience this same, glorious, God-given freedom and rebirth.

Since early 1995 almost 17,000 in-print copies of 40 Days to Freedom have been distributed without cost to the recipients, as a gift from their Creator Father. Our miracle book has been given freely to souls in need in 25 countries, 49 states, all US territories, including individuals, 135 prisons and jails, and 192 prison and recovery ministries.  This does not include distribution through our web site as a free download since 1996.  40 Days to Freedom has been out-of-print since early 1999; and we are hopeful of a third printing by late 2000 or early 2001 as God's provision is now in process through the publishing and distribution of our second book which is available to the public both online and in print.

 In answer to a prayer for prisoners, on May 18, 1999, God gave Tom the title of this second book, The Man in the Desert.  All royalties are paid directly to our ministry for the purpose of a third printing and distribution of 40 Days to Freedom.  Also, all donations will be used for this purpose.  Thanks to the orchestration of our Father in heaven, Freedom Journey 2000 (FJ2K) has been adequately funded through the donations of primarily two people.  If you have been blessed by 40 Days to Freedom, this may be an opportunity to share your blessing with others still in bondage.   If you wish to be a part of that process, see "Contact Us." Freedom Ministries, Inc. is qualified as a 501(c)(3)charitable organization (IRS #585090062).

This issue of the Freedom Letter - On the Road will deviate from the standard format and share Tom's experiences, blessings, and inspirations while traveling over the globe with his bicycle, White Lightnin'.  This format is planned to be repeated every one or two months until Tom returns to Orlando in late October, 2000 from what will be his last place of visit, Belfast, Northern Ireland, where he will attend the annual conference of the World Community for Christian Meditation.  

God's plan includes bicycling from Orlando to Vancouver, WA (completed July 1, 2000), traveling by freighter ship (departure on July 20, 2000) to Italy to view the Shroud of Turin (display starts only days before reaching port), and traveling by bicycle, rail, and ferry to Northern Ireland.  The primary purpose for this journey of many miles, states, oceans, and countries, as assigned by God, is to publicize Tom's second book, The Man in the Desert.  Here again love, truth, and freedom are the topics with the purpose of individual and global spiritual rebirth.  We are assured the book will be a best seller and God's purpose will be fulfilled.





Prelude: The following are unedited excerpts from my daily journals of Freedom Journey 2000.  The entire edited journals will be an important part of the book, Freedom Journey 2000, and will cover the entire time from my departure from Orlando on April 1, 2000 until my return from Europe in late October 2000. 

Typical day: I have been asked in addition to the excerpts from each day to give an outline of a typical traveling day during FJ2K.  It begins with rising at 3 AM to journal the previous day's activity and inspiration.  A useful aid is my small voice organizer clipped to the waist of my cycling shorts which allows me to take verbal notes even while bicycling.  With its playback the outstanding events of the previous day are easily remembered.  Prayer and coffee are also usual parts of my early morning time.  My motel or campground departure has averaged about 7 AM with breakfast typically after two hours of cycling.  During cycling I am often in prayer and meditation and use no radio or sound device. In this wonderful solitude I am never bored as Father is always available for conversation.  Lunch is typically a snack from my own provisions or a fast food burger  Typical check in time at a motel or campground is 3 PM followed by unpacking, shower, and a good supper to fuel for the next morning.  I will then normally catch up on correspondence by e-mail, watch a little TV, and retire around 9PM.

Day 54, Aguila, AZ, 71 miles, 2627 total miles: As i cruised by a lounge I caught the word breakfast on a marsh board outside and did a 180 as I was two hours out with only a cup of coffe back in Prescott. A big padlock barred my entry and I surmised opening time was probably 7 AM and I decided to wait. I spotted a screen door on the side of the building and decided to investigate. Within I could see the silouette of a man in a large brimmed hat so I shouted hello. He responded that the cafe would open at 7 but I should come on in for coffee. Music to my ears. The tal, senior man with the cowboy hat and coveralls was Ed. I also soon met Doc the cook and Cindy the waitress. Ed was another of God's angels in the flesh as he inspected my route ahead and advised me. He also placed two cans of tomato juice with my gear without my seeing him do it. They would prove a welcome refreshment later at my motel room. I spent almost an hour and a half with this delightful trio.

Day 55, Blythe, CA, 92 miles, 2719 total miles: At 7, I discovered the Kofa Cafe, in the middle of nowhere at an intersection west of Hope, AZ. What a delightful establishment which is open 24 hours a day. As I sat on a stool at the counter, I was quickly joined by Jonte', a young lad whose mother was the waitress. He was full of questions spurred by my cycling garb and I was wonderfully entertained while waiting fo my breakfast as I hope he was while waiting for his school bus. Bothe he and his mother were delighted Jonte would be mentioned in my next book. Finally my hunger was sufficiently quenched and not much later I sought a place for an after breakfast nap. I found a large rock which I half laid on under a tree and dozed blissfully.

Day 56, Brawley, CA, 89 miles, 2808 total miles: On this my first morning start in california I was introduced to a soft soulder the hard way flying over my handle bar. As with my last tumble, no credit to me, I landed perfectly and truly wasn't even shook up. I picked up White Lightnin' from the dirt. The basket was askew and the water bottles were dirty but nothing that couldn't be easily remedied and the chain was still perfectly clean. Amazing. As with other such incidents on this trip, they seem to happen at the best time. A recent day, one of my bungy cords became wrapped in the hub of the front wheel while I was slowly climbing. I was able to stop immediately befroe any damage was done. If that had happened during a 30 mph descent, a seriuos crash would probably have resulted. This incidents have served as a wake up call to not be careless or complacent.

Day 57, Ocotillo, CA, 49 miles, 2857 total miles: Departed the Travel Inn, Brawley, at 5:40 AM and decided to shortcut today's route. Also, I had heard from retired trucker Ed about white powder on the road which I wanted to investigate. I suspected that might be tied to Plaster City shown in the middle of my alternate route. Soon after starting on my shortcut there was a sign about a California State Prison and again as in Arizona I knew this was no accident. The entry point was at least two miles from the highway; but there I found a friendly CO who gladly accepted two freedom cards one being for the chaplain.

Day 58, Jacumba, CA, 20 miles, 2877 total miles: We left Ocotillo at 4:45 AM to star climbing the Mountain immediately at the entrance ramp to Interstate 8. In addition to the uphill challenge we encountered a headwind that would remain for most of the climb. At three miles out at a bridge over a dry wash I nstoped for my first break and removed my sweatshirt wwhich was unnecessary from the start. This seemed tobe the hottest early morning yet on this journey. Later I would learn the forecast for Ocotillo was 115 degrees. I had carefully selected my most breathable cycling jersey for today. While climbing I found myself meditating on challenges in nature including not only mountains but storms. As with man Mother Nature is given free reign to do her thing. If we get in her way we may pay a consequence and this has nothing to do with the retribution of an angry God. It has more to do with being at the wrong place at the wrong time There are exceptions though especially if we abuse Mother Nature for an immutable law is we will reap what we sow. But there is also precident that man will eventually control nature and even storms as illustrated by nJesus calming the storm in the Bible. The prime ingredient is faith. If we really believe we can we can not based on our own strength but God's which we can tap at will if we but know how. The how has to do with the core theme of this book which is surrender and obey. This uis the key to using God's strength as our own. Then we can truly move mountains and calm storms. At 7 miles out, I started having gear problems. My derailler would not stay in the lowest 28 tooth gear. I put up with the problem for awhile then decided to attempt an adjustment. There were periodic cement water barrels for vehicle radiators. They made excellent leaning posts for Lightnin' so I attempted an adjstment without knowing what I was doing but praying while doing. It seemed to work and at last the gear held and I exited the interstate 13 miles after entry.

Day 59, San Diego, CA, 79 miles, 2956 total miles: I was delighted as I approached the restaurant and sawseveral vehicles parked in its lot. On entering I found a friendly waitress and a group of men sitting together obviously convening to solve the major world problems. After I sat at the counter, it didn't take long for one of them to ask about my trip and then it was as if I was adopted by the group. A great time was had by all, laughing, joking, teasing. The food was good but the conversation was even better. I know if I visit this restaurant again, early in the morning, this same group of wonderful men will be there. I hope I will have the opportunity.

Day 61, San Diego (rest day), 8 miles, 2964 total miles: The primary task assigned by Father for this two day respite was researching the journey, as I saw it, from Seattle to Italy where I am to "just show up" for the exhibition of the Shroud of Turin. My natural place to start was the Internet trying searches with various combinations of words such as maritime, Seattle, shipping routes, unions, etc. Occasionally a search would yield, at best, another word for the search such as steamship. With a new combination of words I found a toll free phone number for a company named Travel Tips specializing in ocean travel. I dialed and to my delight after only a 30 second hold had a live representative named Christa on the line. I told her of my need and my idea for working for passage as a counselor or chaplain which she quickly squelched. She responded that the shipping lines use foreign crews and I could not hope to be hired in any capacity. I refused to give up though I still did not know whether the ocean voyage was of the Father or of me as the thought originated so many months ago after reciving the true revelation from God that I should "just show up" to visit the Shroud. But after several dead ends the last being to possibly ship out of Savannah, I had to give up. I reasoned the plane fare to Savannah from Seattle would be better put toward plane fare from Seattle to Rome and Christa agreed. I had to let her go. Feeling more dismay than frustration, I prayed, "What now, Father?" Immediately I received, "Call Adventure Cycling," the mappers of my USA 5,000 mile journey. I obeyed and after a short explanation to the lady who answered the phone, I was given to Mike. Mike was at a loss and explaned that his company received virtually no feedback from the around-the-world cyclists it has served with strictly USA mapped routes. I told him of my guidance to call and almost pleaded that he come up with something. he responded that perhaps I should consider, as with my USA portion of my journey, doing the Seattle to Italy portion in segments for example to Japan first and then to Italy. I thanked Mike and armed with this new approach I again called Travel Tips and to my surprise and delight I again had Christa on the line. Though I had no success in our first conversation, she impressed me as both knowledgeable and competent. But my new approach was another dead end. Groping for straws I told her my cycling maps extended to Vancouver, BC. Could there possibly be a passenger accepting voyage to Italy from there? There was none. She insisted I would have to consider another port and mentioned possibly Los Angeles. I envisioned the two routes I had learned of from San Diego to Seattle envisioning cycling one north and the other south and excitedly asked her to check Los Angeles. She was about to again douse my fire when she exclaimed she had found a brand new route from Los Angeles to Genoa, Italy and I felt God's confirming presence.

Day 61, San Diego, 17 miles, 2981 total miles: This morning I set out at 6 AM to find a fast food economical breakfast. Unlike Orlando's International Drive, Hotel Circle in San Diego does not have fast food restaurants serving breakfast at 6. I was directed to a Denny's by some construvtion workers and looked forward to the Denny's Grand Slam as my hunger had increased over my six mile search. My waitress asked a question about cycling and after my response chided two young men in the booth next to mine. I engaged them in conversation and soon one of the men who was a cycler and a Christian and I were witnessing to each other. they both accepted freedom cards as well as the waitress who soon shared some of her personal challenges with me. In spite of her trials she remained enthusiastic about her faith.. I told her I knew God had directed me to her restaurant specifically to visit her.

Day 62, San Clemente, Ca, 68 miles, 3049 total miles: We departed from Motel 6 in San Diego at 5:45 AM feeling wonderful to be on the road again. Two days has become an eternity for me to be off the bicycle. I was also filled with a feeling of newness in starting the second leg of Freedom Journey 2000 from San Diego to Vancouver. This morning as on other occasions I had to ask directions twice. In both instances the human angels were bleased to recive freedom cards. Shortly after arriving at the beautiful Pacific coast there in front of me was what is becoming my favorite breakfast stop, Denny's. The expense is in line with fast food except for the tip which Father pays for me. I guess explanation is needed. With our ministry now on the road tithing to the several charities where we contributed in the past is no longer practical. Our tithe, I believe at Father's direction, has become generous tipping of waitresses and other gifting to those we perceive in challenging circumstances.

Day 63, Lomita, CA, 55 miles, 3104 total miles: Arizing today, with the pain in my side from the fall yesterday still present, I decided infirmity is not of God but is diharmony in the body. I would do my best today to ignore any pain and go about my day as normal. Though i was often reminded through the day the condition still existed this attitude was a definite help. Whenever God has healed me in the past He has first worked on my attitude. Also my healings have tended to be not instantaneous but over time.

Day 64, Leo Carillo State Beach and Campground, 53 miles, 3157 total miles: The trail split into separate bike and walking sections and I remained on it for some time. Other riders would inquire about my journey. I would respond and then pass a freedom card while riding. In Santa Monica I left the trail and was back on the street. When stopped at a traffic light, I spotte a farmers market on a street closed to auto traffic. I dismounted as I was due a break and strolled through the market pushing Lightnin'. I bought a crisp Granny apple, found a table and chair on a sidewalk and sat and people watched for a short time before resuming the ride.

Day 65, Santa Barbara, CA, 62 miles, 3220 total miles: We left the campground at 6:20 AM after a fairly restful night. I was thankful to have been able to share freedom cards while there. Indeed, I have been blessed throughout this trip by meeting friendly, inquisitive people. I found a Burger King for breakfast and an hour later stopped at a bank to take a nap. That's right, it was Sunday, I went around to the back of the building and laid on a clean cement walkway with my helmet as a pillow as many times before. Certainly I don't know how I can so rapidly grab a restful catnap on such a hard surface. It must be part of God equipping me for the task at hand and His knowledge that catnaps are conducive to my performance. Leaving the bank I joined two cyclers stopped at a traffic light and distributed cards. They were pleased and interested. At about 11 AM I stopped for a break at Hobson State Beach where there was a small concession stand. As I approached I announced to the lady I could see within, "I bet I can get a cup of coffee here." As she poured we engaged in conversation and she called her son over to see the card I had given and hear about the journey and mission. When I asked how much for the coffee she replied it was free and later as I sipped my cup of God's favor while sitting at a nearby picnic table she approached and added a Power Bar to His provision.

Day 66, Lompoc, CA, 60 miles, 3280 total miles: At check out from the motel I almost didn't give the lady behind the counter a freedom card. She seemed busy with back office work. But I lingered for a quick cup of coffee and she again emerged and i siezed the opportunity. Well she was delighted as we engaged in about fifteen minutes conversation. I learned a lesson here that possibly the one who I think I should skip could be the one who would profit the most. I'm reminded when I was in a small town in Texas I gave a card to an old man who asked me about my mission. He tried to hand it back to me saying he couldn't read. I asked if he knew anyone who could read, that perhaps they could read the book to him and he accepted and proceeded into an office beside the restaurant I was entering. As I left the restaurant, a man pointedly approached me from that same office and requested a card and information about my mission. The old man had told him about me.

Day 67 (rest day) , Lompoc, CA, 9 miles, 3289 total miles: My list of chores for this rest day included checking bicycle gears and tires, receiving and mailing forms for the ocean voyage, email to my son to mail my bicycle trainer to his cousin in Washington, doing my laundry, visiting a bicycle shop for supplies, printing more freedom cards, and last added, obtaining insurance for the trip.

Day 68, Pismo Beach, CA, 49 miles, 3339 total miles: Once again I encountered a prison after deviating from my planned route. This time it was the Federal Penitentiary at Vandenberg Air Force Base and I knew I was to provide a freedom card for the chaplain. I entered the welcome station outside the main gate and found a helpful airman behind a counter. I explained the card would provide a resource for the chaplain to use in his work with base personnell and with the incarcerated. He expressed that he thought the prison had a separate chaplain and committed to delivering two cards to the base chaplain, one to be passed on to the prison chaplain. I then provided a third for the airman.

Day 69, Cambria, CA, 50 miles, 3388 total miles: We had a rain delay this morning so I had breakfast at the Denny's Diner beside the motel. The rain stopped and I was on my way at 8 AM. My challenge today was not rain but climbing into wind which made the 50 miles feel a lot longer. In San Luis Obispo I altered the planned route and once again found myself in front of a prison. This time it was the California Men's colony just south of San Luis Obispo. Again I received the cooperation of the CO's at the gate house and left three freedom cards.

Day 70, Big Sur Campground, 72 miles, 3460 total miles: Next was breakfast at a lodge at Ragged Point where my waitress informed me of her parents who were bicyclists. Seated near me was a gentleman who I suspected had passed me twice on a motorcycle so I started conversation and learned my assumption was correct. He infromed me that he used to bicycle when he was younger and had great interest in my journey.

Day 71, Monterey, CA, 35 miles, 3496 total miles: This day would be highlighted by winds making bicycling at times impossible. On four separate occasions it was as if I hit a wall of air where I either dismounted or I would have been thrown into traffic or off the road. Compounding travel were hils and narrow, winding roads. Three hours from departing Big Sur I had managed only 15 miles on this most challenging of days.

Day 72 (rest day), Monterey, CA, 9 miles, 3505 total miles: Though short yesterday's miles were the toughest I've ever biked and possibly even tougher may lay ahead. Physically exhausted I needed to take this rest day after just four days of cycling since the last. Today were the chores of journaling two previous days plus laundry plus a visit to Kinkos about four miles away. Today I also distributed freedom cards during most of my contact with people. On my trip to and from Kinkos I discovered a bicycle trail early. This yielded a great view of Monterey Bay and allowed the observing of many of God's always interesting people.

Day 73, Morgan Hill, Ca, 56 miles, 3563 total miles: I pulled into another McDonald's for another light breakfast. Before ordering I heard a voice ask, "Where're you headed?" Its origin was a smiling face of about my age seated with his friend. I was soon invited to go ahead and order my breakfast and join them. As I sat the the same voice stated, "You've seen God. I can tell." I confirmed that He indeed had shown Himself to me many times. The gentleman's name was Goody and after seeing the freedom card proclaimed that he too was a born again Christian. The two men were very interested in my testimony of addiction and healing but Goody was also anxious to tell me of his experiences with the Lord. Somehow our conversation moved to near death experiences and Goody told me of his friend present who had a quadruple bypass and his visit the day befroe the surgery. He told his friend that he would be killed (heart stopped) on theoperating table and if he should see the light he had a question he wanted asked of the light. Mr. Goody's question was whether Jesus is God or the son of God. Well, I almost jumped out of my skin as I now knew why I had altered my course and stopped at this place at this time. Of course, the friend was unable to ask the question as he saw no light while his heart was stopped during surgery. I asked Goody if he knew why he and I had to meet at this exact time and place and he responded, "It's ordained by God." This I affirmed and quickly added that God heard his question and was providing the answer through "The Man in the Desert."

Day 74, South San Francisco, 62 miles, 3625 total miles: I had decided on Route 82 from San Jose through San Francisco but got a little lost in San Jose. Father guided me back on track quickly and little time was lost. At 9:30 and 35 miles out I stopped for my second breakfast at a Jack in the Box. At 11 Am I felt the need for a nap and found a shady spot in the landscaping around an office center.

Day 75, Point Reyes Station, CA, 54 miles, 3679 total miles: The day was unusually hot and I learned that winds were less a factor on thye coast in warmer weather so I decided to f;ollow my planned route. I encountered one monster nclimb today but I stopped twice and eventually made it. At lunch at the Swing Cafe in Lagunitas athermometer was showing 97 degrees at 11:30 AM. This was a heat wave for the people living here and most do not have aircondiditoning. I appreciated the bicycle trail which started in the SamuelTaylor state Park as the road was narrow and bumpy. One final climb at 52 miles and as my road intersected Highway 1 in Point Reyes Station I spotted the sign for the Poiunt Reyes Station Inn where I was able to obtain the last available room for the night.

Day 76, Salt Point State Park Campground, 64 miles, 3743 total miles: I stopped at the Tides Wharf in Bodega Bay known for the filming of Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds." After breakfast I lingered and explored a little. Next to the restaurant complex was a fish processing plant where I saw a couple of workmen outside with a project I couldn't identify but it drew the interest of a great many seagulls whose swarming over the men reminded me of the movie.

Day 77, Point Arena, CA, 36 miles, 3779 total miles: When I rose from this wonderful rest I discovered the real reason God orchestrated my early stop. He wanted a one-on-one session with me. I was drawn to my daily prayers, a page on my computer of borrowed excerpts and my inspired creations. It was as if the words touched my heart more deeply than ever before and I fell deeply into contemplative prayer and experienced God's love and presence as never before. During this session Father inspired me to write that the tidal wave of God's love will blanket the earth and the earth will be remade into a new heaven, the third and final heaven, ordained by the Father for His precious children.

Day 78, Fort Bragg, CA, 49 miles, 3828 total miles: White Lightnin' remained in a carport next to my room overnight. While packing early in the morning I met a man who had the room and carport next to mine and promptly offered a freedom card which he received very thankfully. It was a wonderful start to my day. This work in touching lives with God's freedom through His inspired book is such a great blessing and privilege. When someone expresses a need while receiveing the card, the reward to me is doubled. It's as if I can anticipate the fruit in the freedom that awaits them.

Day 79 (rest day, Father's Day), Fort Bragg, CA, 1 mile, 3829 total miles: Thank you, Father, for a wonderful, restful Father's Day of which I was not aware until late morning but through your loving orchestration was realized.

Day 80, Standish Hickey State Park, Leggett, CA, 51 miles, 3880 total miles: Two motels in Leggett were booked solid so I stayed at the campground at Standish Hickey State Park and bathed in the South Fork River. The day was ideal for camping; however, it did turn chilly at night. Just outside of the Park was the Peg House General Store where I met Bev Price, a delightful lady, the proprietor with a masters degree who had traded in her stress-filled life and uprooted her family to come to the more relaxed pace of northern California. We exchanged stories and she provided her email address that she might receive the Freedom Letter.

Day 81, Redcrest, CA, 52 miles, 3932 total miles: With a 6:30 AM departure I pedalled 18 miles to the first opportunity for breakfast which was the Benbow Inn which i discovered is on the National Registry of Historic Properties. The dining room host gave me a warm welcome and seated me to an elegantly prepared table where I enjoyed a delicious breakfast. Though it cost more than I would ordinarily pay, the price was not the highest I've paid for breakfast. I had shared a freedom card with the host and on leaving he told me of his church of which he is the caretaker and he assured me I would be on his prayer list for which I expressed thanks.

Day 82, Eureka, CA, 43 miles, 3975 total miles: We departed Redcrest at 6:40 AM on the Avenue of the Giants. The early morning sun shining through those magnificent creations of the Father was a sight to behold. The chilly temperature was especially noticed with an early descent. I would be graced again this day with another deer sighting, actually two deer together by the side of the road who were not startled until I was very close.

Day 83, Orick, CA, 47 miles, 4022 total miles: We departed the motel at 7 AM and planned a breakfast stop at McKinleyville about 16 miles down the road. A denny's was advertised on a billboard but I was discouraged by a hill at the exit so I decided to wait until the next exit to eat. Finally at the last of four exits for this city I located a restaurant at an airport, my last opportunity for a meal for many miles. Yes i had been foolish in not climbing that first hill; hwever, freedom cards were distributed that otherwise would not have been.

Day 84, Crescent City, CA, 41 miles, 4063 total miles: A few miles later my six mile climb began. I made rest stops at about the one and two thirds points. At the first I parked Lightnin' against a convenient, huge Redwood and noticed a path with descending steps around the tree. Behind this giant I found another with the path running between them and down the hill. The based of the first tree had been burned causing a room effect at its back side. This had obviously been used for a rest room by passers by which seemd logical as it was private. I was moved to stand between these two giants touching them both experiencing a spiritual bond and closing my eyes in meditation. As I stopped here I had thought about my customary nap so following meditation, I sat with my back against the first tree and closed my eyes for a very brief nap. Coming out sleep I immediately experienced contemplative prayer with a unique vision of bursts of golden light coming at me from a field of violet. My back was still resting against my gigantic brother. As I opened my eyes and viewed the splendor of the forest before me, I felt that I belonged here and could remain forever among these brothers who have occupied this beautiful place for so long.

Day 85 (rest day), Crescent City, CA, 1 mile, 4064 total miles: After shower, shave, and prayer I walked to Denny's at about 7 AM in a beautiful morning that didn't seem so cold. I was seated by Alice at a remote booth without asking but I was carrying my computer bag over my shoulder so perhaps this was her clue that I was going to work or I prefer to believe she was operating under Father's direction. In either event , I informed her I would just have coffee initially to be followed by breakfast when my work was finished. My cup was never empty. Before ordering my Grand Slam breakfast, I presented her with a card and she informed me she and her family were Christians. I was blessed by her service and friendship and was pleased to grant an autograph when requested. The journaling went very well and so did the delicious breakfast, one of my favorites as now known by the reader. I also had pleasant dialogue with the cashier as I paid and she thanked me for the tip on Alice's behalf. I informed her it was not from me but from my Father. She knew exactly what I meant and I could sense that she was my sister in God's healing grace.

Day 86, Gold Beach, OR, 58 miles, 4122 total miles: At 8:42 AM I crossed the Oregon border and exclaimed, "Eeeeehah!" In approximately seven more days of cycling I would arrive at my nephew's home in Vancouver, Washington. Except for exercise rides in Washington and Oregon while waiting for my ship this would mark the end of the US portion of FJ2K. I will enjoy my nephew's hospitality until July 21st. Arriving at Gold Beach about 1 PM, I discovered that Motel 6 was located at the north end of town away from restaurants. I decided to have lunch at Paul Bunyan Burger before chcking in and called the motel while my meal was being prepared. I learned their rate was $15 higher than a rate I had seen posted in town so after lunch I checked in to the City Center Motel where I would be able to walk to my meals in addition to saving money. As a bonus free coffee was also made available at the motel. Finally, Internet connection was no problem. Thank you, Father, for your wonderful provision this day.

Day 87, Port Orford, OR, 29 miles, 4151 total miles: Ten miles out I stopped at a highway rest stop where there was easy access to the Pacific. I decided touching this mighty ocean I had so enjoyed on my journey up the West Coast was in order so I removed my shoes and headed for the beach. The top of the sand was warm but cool beneathe on my bare feet, a delicious sensation. Reaching the water's edge I allowed the water washing in to cover my feet. It was even colder that I had anticipated. I would estimate in the forties. I then sat in the sand facing this great expanse of God's creation and entered prayer of thanksgiving and contemplation.

Day 88, Coos Bay, OR, 54 miles, 4205 total miles: Early in the ride my muscles were feeling strange and I was barely able to pedal the bicycle. I prayed for God's empowerment and thanked Him for His provision and almost immediately experienced an attitude change. I realized I had developed a lax attitude about my daily mileage average and decided to go hard with the cycling giving all the strength I have on every pedal stroke. God provides when we need and, as I have experienced in other things, He is never late. Therefore if I expend every ounce of energy on the next stroke He will provide enough for the next stroke following. This, of course, assumes I am working in accord with His direction and harmony. Well, it worked though my legs seemed to be screaming at me to let up at times I paid no heed and pushed even harder.

Day 89, Florence, OR, 51 miles, 4256 total miles: After leaving Coos Bay and North Bend my first opportunity for breakfast would be at 22 miles at Winchester Bay. After asking at a convenience store I was directed to seaside restaurant, Pizzas Ray's and Suzy's, popular with fishermen and RVers. A lady customer commented about my Bike Florida vest which caused me to present a freedom card. The waitress had overheard the conversation and a little while later made the same comment to procure a card.

Day 90, Newport, OR, 53 miles, 4309 total miles: My first breakfast opportunity was in Yachats and I chose the Landmark Restaurant. It was the first restaurant I came upon and it offered a spectacular view of the ocean and beach. The food and coffee were more moderately priced than I had anticipated and were delicious. As I gazed out the window I became very emotion filled as I pondered the awesome blessings and favor from God realized by those who surrender and obey. My waitress was pleased to receive a freedom card as was a lady forest ranger when I stopped an hour later. Not long after I met a man and woman cyclists southbound who had stopped to take in the scenery. I joined them and we traded information about our journies. My final stop before my destination was at S R Fudge 'n Stuff in Seal rock where I met two sisters running this family enterprise. My purpose in stopping was a cup of coffee but I succumbed to the temptation of chocolate peanut butter ice cream while I waited for the hot coffe to cool to drinking temperature or such was my excuse. I had delightful conversation with the susters about their five siblings and parents who were blessed with eighteen grandchildren mostly in the local area.

Day 91, McMinnvile, OR, 78 miles, 4388 total miles : I took a catnap under a tree followed by lunch but neither helped very much. after lunch as I started back on the road it seemed I was only able to pedal in the lower gears. I still had another 10 miles to Willamina and told Father I was out of gas, He would have to do it and i just kept pedalling as best I could. Soon there was a long downhill stretch and after the terrain levelled, I felt as if I was still going down hill. The pedalling became easier. I shifted into higher gears then the large chain ring. I flew past the turnoff to Willamina with knowledge that Father's goal was McMinnville at 76 miles. So what do you supposed happened? Perhaps I experienced the biker's high and a little tailwind but just look at when it happened and the circumstances. No accident. When I entered Mcminnville, I was not tired. In fact I felt as if I was on a casual stroll through the city while shopping for a motel which i also felt would be Father's selection. I asked Him to give me a clear indication. The Safari Inn was on the opposite side of the road as I approached and trafic was heavy in both directions as it was Friday at 3 PM. I had the thought that this can't be the place as I can't get to it. Suddenly, as the entrance was directly across the street from me the traffic cleared in both directions. I took this as Father's sign and entered the driveway, then the office.

Day 92, Vancouver, WA, 54 miles, 4442 total miles: At exactly 1 PM I crossed the Washinton border on the Route 205 bridge over the columbia River. The bicycle lane was positioned on the median strip between opposing traffic and I thought this was a terrific idea that could be applied easily to most interstate and freeway highways. While navigating to my nephew's home after exiting the bridge, I thought I was lost but Father sent an angel in human form to assure me I was on exactly the right road and direction to my destination where I arrived before 2 PM.

Days 93 - 110 (July 2 - 19, 2000), Vancouver, Washington: These days are spent in preparation for the European segment of Freedom Journey 2000. Daily bicycle training is a must both now and shipboard to maintain conditioning for cycling from Genoa to Turin to Belfast. I am also to now plan for the route for that journey. Daily prayer and meditation will continue and will undoubtedly increase during the ocean voyage.  




(This part of Freedom Letter repeated from earlier issues)

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Spiritual and personal freedom from all that attempts to enslave us is again the theme as is true with all the publications of Freedom Ministries, Inc. In addition, The Man in the Desert includes my personal and spiritual autobiography which was not included in our first book. As since disclosed to me, this was God’s plan that I experience nine years of His tutelage of my soul, after its rebirth through His Holy Spirit, before sharing my full autobiography in print.

As orchestrated by the Father, the proceeds from the new book will be used to pay for additional printing and free distribution of 40 Days to Freedom; therefore, all author royalties will be donated directly to Freedom Ministries.

By the grace of God, I receive no ministry salary. Since freeing me from self-dependence to God-dependence in early ‘98, God has adequately provided for me materially as well as mentally and spiritually; and I have indeed come to understand what St. Paul characterized in 2 Cor 6:10, “we seem to have nothing, yet really we possess everything.” The spiritual provisions  and knowledge from the Lord have been especially bountiful.  God has revealed to me just two things we take from this life into the spirit world, love and knowledge.  If our only love experienced is selfish, then we gain little that is useful in the hereafter.  Likewise, if our only knowledge gained while here is secular, of this world, then not only is this useless in the next life but can stymie our growth in knowledge and love which is intended for eternity.

I am thankful to the Father for making this new work available to His children, which we all on this earth are, before the new millennium in 2001. Its powerful message has the potential to do much to bring sanity and hope and freedom from all fears to our beleaguered, materialistic world. My cup truly overflows and my prayer is that overflow will bless you through The Man in the Desert - Diary of a Freed Addict.                  TOP



(repeated from earlier issues)

We wish to remind our readership that our efforts, both with The Man in the Desert and with FJ2K, from a practical standpoint are directed to transforming prisoners' hearts from hearts of crime or sin to hearts of agape love.  Sin enslaves while love sets free.  Incarcerated prisoners have not had access to our miracle book, 40 Days to Freedom, since early '99 as they do not have access to the Internet and we have been out-of-print.  By purchasing The Man in the Desert or by sending donations (see "Contact Us"), you are serving both yourself and society as most incarcerated people are released from their physical prisons to become your and my neighbors. When you look at the cost per year, between $20,000 to $50,000 each, to send them back to prison, this is certainly a small investment while enriching your own life and life to come.  Indeed The Man in the Desert is so reasonably priced to in a way be better than free as some people don't pay much attention to free literature even if it is inspired by God Himself.  We pray your journey through this short life on earth will be filled to overflowing with God's blessings, His provision, His freedom which is the only true freedom for the human soul, and most of all His Divine Love.  Amen.




Based on the journal extracts included in this edition of Freedom Letter - on the road, I anticipate the reader might have a sense of God's orchestration of this entire journey.  This is especially apparent considering the lack of funding for the journey until just two nights before departure when I was visited in my home and ministry headquarters in Longwwod, Florida by an angel in the flesh who had never contributed financially to our ministry in the past but had been moved by God to present a very large check as a going away contribution.  In addition, I arrived in San Diego still not knowing whether the ocean voyage was of my concoction or God's direction.  Father opened the doors revealing my boarding the Cielo del Canada in Portland, Oregon at a dock just 19 miles from my nephew's home where I sit composing this letter.

Not only will this freighter deliver my bicycle and myself to Italy but to the closest port to Turin where I am instructed by God to "just show up" to view the burial shroud of Jesus the Christ which goes on exhibit only days before my arrival. Obviously, if the reader sees all this orchestration as mere coincidence, he is making a choice through his own God-given free will.  If the reader believes this and the myriad other coincidences of this journey to be God's orchestration, then we ask you to consider reading The Man in the Desert, the motivating purpose for the trip.

White Lightnin' and I will embark on the Cielo del Canada from Portland on July 20, 2000, with ports of call at Oakland, CA, Los Angeles, and Mazatlan, Mexico before entering the Panama Canal.  Then Cartagena, Colombia before crossing the Atlantic followed by Valencia, Spain and finally Genoa, Italy scheduled for August 18, 2000.

My plan, subject to refinement by Father, is to bicycle the 100 miles from Genoa to Turin.  The remaining journey through Italy, across the Alps, and through France I expect to mostly be by rail reserving most of my cycling during my two months in Europe for the British Isles.  Here, as in the USA, the primary purpose for my cycling will be to promote The Man in the Desert. It makes sense to me for that endeavor to be more pursued in English speaking countries, initially, as my promotion cards and the book are now only in English.

In the UK I will cycle England, Scotland, and Northern Ireland where in Belfast I will attend the annual conference of the World Community for Christian Meditation entitled "Religious Harmony in the Third Millenium."  Since the material in The Man in the Desert is for all people of the world, regardless of religious identification, I believe my attendance at this meeting to be no accident or coincidence.  The Dalai Lama will be the guest speaker and leaders from many other of the world's great religions will also attend and present.





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