So... If Epstein didn't kill himself, is he still alive?

By John Kubicek

November 23, 2019

There was something that I wrote, almost two months ago, that is still receiving a lot of views. I was trying to figure out why, and my curiosity is partly satisfied, as I kept seeing the #EpsteinDidntKillHimself hashtag on Twitter, on a very regular basis. I am pretty sure that many people besides me, and you, are kind of thinking, there is something much bigger going on, and we haven't been able to determine what it is.  Well, perhaps I can put some additional perspective on the apparent "suicide" question of a once convicted sexual predator by the name of Jeffrey Epstein.

Well, yes, in that last post, I did advise all of the readers to forget that they read it. I would kind of like to, but I can't! I'm no longer afraid to express my feelings about the possibility that he has been put in Witness Protection. I am sure that if I thought of it, those that wanted him silenced have by now, too. So, what do you say, let's return to the conversation between you and your significant other, about 2 months later, after meeting the new neighbor.

"Honey, this coffee is tasting so good this morning," you exclaim to your wife on a cool November morning, while checking the headlines on the news pages you check every morning.

She looks up from her laptop, and shakes her head, "Yes, it was so much work to make that coffee, like I do about every morning."

Of course, you know where she was going with that.  You need to tell her how much you appreciate what she does just to get the day started off right. "Why, of course, that trip you made to Columbia to gather the coffee beans, and then grind them up, and measure out the perfect amount, to put into the coffee maker... " Ooops, you know right then that you probably sounded way too sarcastic for so early in the morning, and you realize that it would be best to zip the mouth for a bit.

But before you even get the coffee cup back up to your mouth, she says, "Honey, I'm thinking, more and more, you could have been right."

"Hmmm? What?" you ask, not knowing where she was going.

"I'm seeing the hash-tag thing, everywhere, when I was scanning through Twitter this morning. It is kind of odd," and she pauses to take a sip of her coffee.

"What hash-tag thing?" you ask.

"You know," she says, obviously annoyed that you didn't know, "that hash-tag 'Epstein didn't kill himself' thing. There are road signs where somebody had hacked them or something. I don't know, but I just did this google search, honey, and the stories about the Epstein conspiracy theories are everywhere..."

You look at her, happily sipping more of your coffee, and you're ready to reply, but her pause ends.

"Honey, don't you remember the days when we watched the 'X-Files,' and you explained a few things to me, like about the smoke and mirrors? The government, when they were doing some kind of black op, that they did their best to divert your attention to the 'shiny object in their other hand'?  This seems just like that, if you ask me!"

Wow, she's really getting into this, you're thinking. (And she remembered those X-Files days!) Well, let's see where she is going with this, you think to yourself. It should be interesting. So you ask, "What, sweetheart, makes you think that anything that is reported in the mainstream news about Epstein, could be bogus?"

"This, honey, this thing that I haven't been able to find anything about a death notice." With a frown on her face, she turns to you and asks, "Why can't I find an obituary for Epstein on google, one where they give the time and location of various services?"

"Oh, it's probably there somewhere..." you mention, but you can tell she wants to continue with her thoughts.

"Sure, maybe if I keep on clicking on 'next page' - for eternity - but wouldn't you think that an actual obituary would show up at the top?  Oh, man, you should see this, so many stories about conspiracy theories and debunking those theories.  Honey, how do we know what is true?"

Before you can even open your mouth to respond to her question, she sends you a photo.

Her caption states, "My only evidence that there was emergency medical treatment, but this is not proof of anything. Look, you really wouldn't even know this was Epstein lying on that gurney! Remember the ABC video of bombing in Syria that was really something here in the states about three years ago? That military training exercise thing? Reeeeealy? That could be anybody, and it could be totally staged!"

Your jaw drops practically to the floor.  "This woman is really getting into this!" you think.

But, back to the questions that we all have, now. Is Epstein dead by suicide or homicide? Or, is Epstein alive, and living on an island, as a free man? Or, is he in a neighborhood somewhere, in witness protection?

The government would have a lot of wonderful reasons to get Epstein out of the cell, and into a protection program, to be a government witness somewhere down the road.  Wouldn't we all celebrate if that was the case? I can see it as a fast way to "drain the swamp!" if you know what I mean.

"Honey," she says, totally interrupting your deep thoughts, "I really do think it would be a good idea for us not to tell the media that the perv is living across the street from us..."

Hoping she's right, because there is the theory he's now living in the Middle East. But just read all of the stories, you (we) will have no way of proving what happened, for sure. Don't feel alone. We're all in that boat. I can guarantee, there is more to come.

Meet your new neighbor: Why, he looks just like...

By John Kubicek

You're out mowing your front lawn one day, and a moving van pulls up to the house across the street. The house was on the market several months, but had just sold sometime in the last couple weeks.  A few minutes after the movers arrived, a car pulls up behind the truck and parks. You continue mowing, but every now and then, you take a sneak peak over toward that house. Trying not to be a nosy neighbor, you know. But, you're still interested enough to get a glimpse of the person that appears to be the new owner, or maybe a renter. Looks like an older guy, probably in his late 50's, or maybe 60's.

After the lawn is cut, you put the mower away, and head into the house.  As you pass through the kitchen, your wife is busy with making some cookies, and is just pulling them out of the oven.

After a kiss, you say, "Honey, those look and smell great!  Thank you!"

She smiles, but then mentions, "Honey, you're welcome, but I'm afraid they aren't all for you this time.  I saw that somebody new just moved into the Johnsons' house, and I planned to do a welcome-to-the-neighborhood visit when you were done with the mowing."

"Go ahead and take a shower and put on some clean cloths," she mentions as she sees the sweat still dripping off your forhead, and a very sweat-soaked shirt.  "The cookies will be cooled off and packed up by the time you're ready."

A short while later, you and the wife are walking towards the new neighbor's house.  You both realized that the move didn't take very long, the moving truck was already gone.  The guy probably had a limited amount of furnishings.  Good timing to welcome the new neighbor, you both mention at the same time.  As you arrive, the new neighbor was just coming outside to take a break with a beer in hand.

Upon your arrival, you make the normal congenial introductions, and the wife hands the plate of fresh cookies to the gentleman.  After some small talk, you observe that he is wearing some kind of ankle bracelet.  The new neighbor sees you checking out the object on his ankle, and quickly explains, "Oh, that?  I just finished up a stint in the big house, and I'm on supervised release."

At that time, you get that feeling that you've seen this person somewhere before.  You can't quite place it, but there is a familiar appearance in his eyes and face shape.  You really can't help it when that happens.

You're walking back home after a short visit with the new neighbor, and as you get to your house, you say to your wife, "Honey, that guy really looked familiar, in some kind of way.  I think I know who he reminds me of..."

She turns to you, and says, "I know who you're thinking of.  Please, honey, don't.  And especially, don't mention it to one other soul.  Promise?"

You just want to say, "Well, he looks just like that guy that suspiciously died in that New York jail...  But, nah, they have a coroner's or medical examiner's report, the Attorney General made a statement about the man's apparent suicide.  They wouldn't lie, would they?  About a couple jail guards who fell asleep and falsified their shift reports?  About the cellmate that was moved out of his cell the night before?  About the lackadaisical way a very high profile prisoner was being guarded by substitute guards, and nonfunctioning video equipment?  That he had been on suicide watch, but somehow... Really?"

You might think about one of the conspiracy theories out there, that the man, Jeffrey Epstein, was murdered in his cell.  That would be the perfect theory, and very plausible, if you believe everyone in the government has a lot to hide.  And that may be true.  Epstein was doing some very horrible things, and there may be some very high profile people that could be implicated.  There could be many suspects that would and could arrange his murder.  But, on the other hand, what if Epstein were to be a State's witness, to tell the authorities about who else was involved in a child sex slave ring?  Would not a Witness Protection operation be plausible?

And that is the problem.  Your wife advises you, very wisely, not to mention your suspicions, to anyone.  The enemy, those that want Epstein to be actually dead, could hear of your suspicions, and you and your family could be endangered.  It would be best to keep those thoughts to yourself, especially if you were actually to meet that new neighbor that could plausibly be Jeffrey Epstein. Just know that all the conspiracy theories about him being murdered in that prison would be wrong, and be happy with that.  That would be a good thing.

And now, do yourself a big favor, and forget that you ever read this post, and saw his photo.  Allow the government to use him, if he is possibly still alive, and let the Feds get those nasty people involved in the child sex trade, and put them all away.

My First Music Venture (With His help, and for His Glory!)

My First Music Venture (With His help, and for His Glory!)

I began my venture into playing my keyboard for relaxation back in January of 2018. Shortly after the terrible school shooting in Parkland, Florida, I started playing the song, that I eventually named "For the 17," and then actually recorded it. I noticed that the sound came in pretty good on my old Kodak digital camera, so I saved the recording, showing me playing the keyboard. I actually sent the video of me playing that song to Andrew Pollack, the father of Meadow Pollack, one of the victims of that horrible shooting rampage.

Almost a year later, I made a wonderful discovery, that I could use my digital video editing program (Pinnacle) to create an MP3 sound file! That began the journey, where my goal was to create a CD-sized collection of my music. (I also copied all of the songs to my cell phone, which is a very nice thing.)

I finally finished the final song on the album, called, "God Bless America the Beautiful," a medley-type blend of the two songs, "God Bless America," and "America the Beautiful." That song took several weeks, before I found the ways to blend the songs together, finding the tones (instruments), and the rhythm I wanted to use. I finished it, finally, on June 7, 2019, and met my goal of having it done my fiancé Angie's birthday on June 8!

Now, wanting to have a way to share my music with others, I began the search for a platform to share them on, other than Facebook. That search didn't take long, as I found Audiomack.com, and it has been great! That happened last Friday, on June 14, 2019. Over the last few days, I found many of the perfect features that satisfy all of the needs to share this music. Since last Friday, we (with my fiancé's assistance) accomplished the following tasks to get to this point:

Upload all of the songs to audiomack.com ✔️

Discovering a way to use cover photos for each song ✔️

Making actual title covers using the cover photos ✔️

Putting all of the songs in the first album playlist ✔️

Well, there you have it. Mission accomplished. Almost. It is now time to start on Music From My Heart, Volume 2! I can not predict how long that will take, as I never know when a new song will come to my heart. It could take another year. Maybe, but I don't really know. But, at least for now, you can hear the Music From My Heart, Volume 1, all from one easy place! Totally free (it is a gift to you)!  Please enjoy, and relax!



Please know, all of this has been accomplished with His help, and for the Glory of Jesus Christ, our Savior.

Music From My Heart

Things on my heart...

Music From My Heart

From my bio at audiomack.com:

I can't read music. I just get on the keyboard, and play, whatever comes to my heart. Sometimes, it could be songs I can remember, where I just play by ear. Other times, it just comes from my heart. This was how I came up with the name for my first album, with 15 songs, "Music From My Heart."

I know that if I share my music, and 1000 people ever become aware of it, only about 100, or less, will bother to check it out. Out of that group of 100 or less, that actually hear it, maybe 10 people will like it. Out of those 10 people, only one will share or comment on it... But that one person that shares it, may be one of those people that influences 10, 100, or 1000 people... I just leave it for the Lord, because that is how He works.

Here is the latest song that I have recorded:


You can listen to all of my songs, 15 so far, on audiomack.com.  They are all instrumental, at least from a keyboard.  The only vocal parts are courtesy of my cat, RC, accompanying in a song or two.

Please be that one person that shares this post.  I pray that you are that one person I influence. I pray that you are that person that influences a thousand people!

Lone Survivors: When we outlive all of our friends and/or loved ones

Things on my heart...

By John Kubicek

"Lone Survivors: When we outlive all of our friends and/or loved ones (from our generation)."

I am somewhat hijacking the name of a book by Marcus Luttrell, called, "Lone Survivor: The Eyewitness Account of Operation Redwing and the Lost Heroes of SEAL Team 10." As in many books dealing with war, and the heroes that survived the battles, there are times when people went through all kinds of things but still lived, as did Marcus Luttrell: All while many of their buddies didn't survive.

The thought hit me, that the "Lone Survivors" must ask, "Why me? How did I make it through all of that, and not the rest of the squad? Why am I still here?" Back a few days ago, on June 6, 2019, we had the 75th Anniversary of the D-Day invasion at Normandy. A few of those courageous soldiers that participated are still around, and were telling us about their experiences on that "longest day." Yet, most of those that also survived that day had not lived nearly long enough to commemorate the 75th Anniversary, thus, making those that could, the "Lone Survivors."

As we grow older, for those of us that are so "lucky" with longevity in our genes, it is growing to be too often when we hear about one of our friends or relatives from around our age group, our generation, passing away. That thought really hit me the other day, when my father's long time friend, since they were in grade school, passed away. Probably the last person my dad knew very well. My dad will turn 100 years old in less than 5 months from now. All of our relatives from that generation are gone. My dad is a "lone survivor," from his generation of relatives and friends. Now, his best friend, nearly forever, is gone.

So, this evening, I talked with one of my best friends for the last 50 years. We discussed it, mostly because he found out one of our long-time friends had passed away. And, that we know many others that are no longer with us... That, only because of the Lord's will, we are still here (quite surprisingly, considering things we did in our youth and beyond), I have to consider it's a miracle.

This is something that people my age and above have to contemplate about our possible future. What would it be like, to be like my dad, or Marcus Luttrell, and be a lone survivor? Which would be more difficult? Your SEAL Team squad being lost in a battle, or everyone you knew from your generation gradually dying? Well, I can tell you that it is very difficult seeing those of your generation gradually diminishing. And, that it is important to stay in contact with those we know and love. Please always remember that advice!