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Feb. 20, 2025 - Brother Nathanael
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Episode 72: California Dreaming!
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Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, it's Bible with Brother.
I'm going to prove everything.
You know, collective unconsciousness, Jungian stuff and all that.
It's in the Bible before he decided on it.
Here we go.
Let's go, Rockwell.
California Dreaming.
There's an unconscious desire for inner transformation.
And in the mid-60s.
California was the scene.
For me, it started at age 14 and morphed into California Dreaming, the meme for the unconscious desire for transformation.
What was California in 1964?
A longing for utopia, an idealized state of being.
A craving to embrace a potentially conscious fulfillment of the repressed, unconscious part of the self.
That's Jungian.
California is emblematic.
The shadow of persona.
Quest finds fruition in the perfect female catch.
Inviting eyes, sexy hips.
Sensuous lips.
I'm talking about Michelle Phillips.
Freud and Jung never had it so hip.
Thank you.
If I was in L.A., California, on such a winter's day.
Stopped into a church, I passed a long way.
Well, I got down on my knees, and I pretend to pray.
He's a preacher like a cold.
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California, California.
I'm such a winter's day.
What's this?
What?
Falling.
What?
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.
Look at this.
What did I say?
I said Freud and Jung never had it so hip.
It was so Freudian and Jungian.
I mean, come on, but you can figure that out for yourself.
Now, Michelle, you want her.
You can't have her.
You think you can get her.
You were made for her.
She don't know it.
Don't care for it.
Her eyes are soft and blue.
But she's not there.
Well, no one told me about her, the way she lied.
Well, no one told me about her, how many people cried.
But it's too late to say you're sorry, how would I know?
Why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her She's not there What
could I do?
Well, no one told me about her, though they all knew.
But it's too late to say you're sorry.
How would I know?
Why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her.
She's not there.
Well, let me tell you about the way she looked, the way she acted, the color of her hair.
Her voice was soft and cold, her eyes were clear and bright, but she's not there.
But it's too late to say you're sorry.
How would I know?
Why should I care?
Please don't bother trying to find her.
She's not there.
Well, let me tell you about the way she looked, the way she acted, the color of her hair.
Her voice was soft and cold, her eyes were clear and bright, but she's not there.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
It's California dreaming with the scent, the whiff, the odor, cocoa mademoiselle of the eternal feminine, fetching the questing masculine, the unattainable utopia, the primal African.
The impossible lacking.
The fatal attraction.
The elusive satisfaction.
The atom factoring.
The impatient protractor.
The forbidden tree.
Love not free.
Paradise lost.
Opportunity tossed.
The garden ungained.
The application drained.
The hope deferred that makes the heart sick.
The cosmic trick, the imagining potion, the cheering notion, the unresolvable mystique, the resolvable reach for he who is beyond speech, the unconscious unknowing, the subconscious inflowing, the unmeaning devotion, the transformative motion, the desire repressed, nearly expressed, impendingly.
Inexpressibly blessed.
A sudden eclipse.
A dream of California.
Michelle Phillips.
A Glimpse of the Collective Unconsciousness.
A Glimpse of the Collective Unconsciousness.
A Glimpse of the Collective Unconsciousness.
Oh my goodness.
Oh man, that's California on my mind.
I think there was a song about that too.
California on my mind.
There was Michel, Michel, my belle.
San Le Mans.
Qui est bon, très belle ensemble.
Très bien ensemble.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Until I... I shouldn't be looking, but how can you help it?
All right, though, we got this thing.
No, I'm going to continue with this, and I'll talk about it in our super chat.
That's coming.
That way is the eternal feminine.
Ah, there she is.
That's Freudian, too, on that car.
Okay, that's a primordial motif, the archetypical beingness that joins in a collective unconsciousness, the person and populace, the individual and society.
Let me say it again.
That way, Michelle, my bell, that way is the eternal feminine.
A primordial motif, the archetypical beingness that joins in a collective unconsciousness, the person and populace, the individual and society.
With society, we live in collective unconsciousness.
You better believe it.
That's the overarching apocalyptic motif in which we, in this collective unconsciousness, know not what we should pray for as we lie.
In this collective unconsciousness, There are sighs and groanings too deep for words uttered.
Where all creation groans for the liberty of the sons of men, all creation is in this collective unconsciousness.
It's biblical.
I read the Bible 300 times cover to cover.
Nobody can know it better than me today.
No one.
For like the deer longs for the...
Flowing stream.
He doesn't know how to utter it, this deer.
But he longs for that stream.
He knows it's there in the deer's collective unconsciousness.
And we, in our collective unconsciousness, we thirst for the living God.
The letter kills.
But the Spirit gives life.
The Spirit who gives life opens the door.
Loots!
The strong man raids his house, breaks the chains of Judaistic, legalistic impressions in the church that binds the tormentor to the killing floor.
I'll say it again.
The spirit gives life.
The letter kills.
The spirit opens the door.
He binds and loots and plunders the strong man.
That's the devil.
Raids his house.
The spirit breaks the chains of Judaistic, legalistic impressions, and that's still in the church, that binds, and it shouldn't be, that binds the tormentor of the law of Judaistic, legalistic mindset, impressions, mentality, worldview.
That tormentor has to be bound and killed and laid down on the killing floor by the Holy Spirit.
It's the gift of grace for the entire collective.
For that which cannot be expressed, the sighings and the groanings that cannot be uttered, well, it's expressed.
When and where?
All the world right now and back then into the future is a stage.
All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.
I've been for a while on a winter's day.
I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
Stopped into a church.
I passed a long way.
Well, I got down on my knees.
And I pretend to pray.
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
I'm gonna stay.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
I've been for a while on a winter's day.
California dreamin' on such a winter's day.
Oh, the phallic Freudian.
It's so Jungian.
it.
I'm going to California in my mind.
For all the world is a stage.
We have our exits and entrances.
I'll say it again.
We have our exits and we have our entrances.
We have our partings and our portals.
The Lord Jesus Christ has set before us right now, today, an open door.
I'm going to walk through it.
Rockwell, can you show those seats in the stadium that are empty in that last clip?
I want to tell you something.
It's a little bit beyond that.
Oh, okay, it's towards the end.
You'll see it.
There's Jimmy.
Yeah, there it is.
There it is.
You had it.
All those seats.
Yeah!
Look at that.
Whoever put this clip there is a genius.
Look at all those shares there.
They're empty, but they're going to be filled, I guess, in a half hour.
And then they had Michelle sitting there, but that's okay.
Leave that at Rockwell.
That's going to be people waiting for me.
Yeah.
I'm going to be the next Billy Graham.
I'm not going to be Billy Graham, but I'm going to be my own man.
With my own persona.
And the persona and the shadow will come together.
I'm going to get at my Gibson electric guitar.
It's in the garage somewhere.
Undercover.
Dust on it, I guess.
I'll have to do the strings again.
I'll get Gibson strings.
I have a Gibson guitar, Les Paul.
I'm going to have my guitar, I'll get a big amplifier, and I'm going to have a rock group behind us.
Do you think I care what the Orthodox Church thinks, or orthobros?
Ha!
I almost want to do it to annoy them.
No, I want to do it to bring young people to Christ.
I know how to do it because they just want to be understood.
Oh, Lord, don't let me be misunderstood.
That's all.
It's like all of us, we want to be loved.
They're just moving into adulthood, so let's listen to them.
I can.
I have the ability to do that without judging them, because I have enough to judge myself.
Jesus says, hey, man, you got a log in your eye?
You're going to try to take the speck out of somebody else?
No, I'm going to do that to the young kids.
No.
Do we have Super Chat coming here?
All right, from Rumble.
Good night.
What do you mean good night?
The night is young for me.
Good night, brother.
Would you say you were a hippie back in the day?
Absolutely, I was a hippie.
I became a hippie at the age of 14 in 1964. I was one of the first.
Okay, but, you know, at the same time, I was in the synagogue and all that.
But, uh, look.
Whatever, I'm still human.
From Twitter.
Scotch.
Where's my scotch?
There's no scotch in here.
What is this, Rockwell?
What'd you give me?
Is there gin in here?
No.
What's wrong with you?
It's straight what?
Pellegrina?
I told him to spike it up.
But quite frankly, I don't drink.
Okay, from Twitter.
This guy is my neighbor.
I see him yelling in the street all the time.
Well, yeah, you do, because I hold up the cross on the street.
Okay.
Slavic Serpent.
That's a cool name.
Praying for your health and safety, brother.
Thank you for all you do.
I thank myself too, but I thank my Lord God and Savior, Jesus Christ, for what I do.
Okay, and thank all of you, really, who support me.
Go to at realbronatin.
Rockwell, where's the t-shirts?
We ain't selling t-shirts.
We've got to figure out a new way to sell these things.
Okay, but go here anyways.
And scroll down 100 miles and you'll see the t-shirts for sale.
At RealBronette.
Go there and check out what I'm doing there.
But also, look through my Rumble thing.
Are we on Rockwell?
Are we on TikTok on this thing?
Or do they ban me permanently?
We're talking about Jews.
I didn't even talk about Jews here.
I'm not on TikTok this round.
Well, this would have been one they went to ban me.
Okay, so I missed the boat.
Okay, there was nothing about Jews here, but sometimes I can't do everything.
Okay, I depend on others.
All right, but they got enough to do.
They had to load up the clips and all that stuff.
So we went on TikTok on the one TikTok that would have not been banned.
Okay, fine.
There's number one noticer.
All right, there it is.
Okay.
So get that somewhere.
Maybe Rockwell, you'll make a new thing.
Why don't you make a new thing or get an old thing and put it up there?
Okay, we're good to go because there's no more Super Chats.
Nobody has anything to say.
you But that's all right.
I said a lot.
Okay, let me close with this.
I got California on my mind.
Can you find that, Brunswick?
Brunswick is the finder for these things.
Brunswick, see if you can find James Taylor.
I'm going to California in my mind.
Because California, I think, still has that attraction.
Nobody's really leaving.
Don't believe Twitter Twits.
They're not leaving.
In fact, last time I checked, in California, all the Hindus are making the whites bereaving.
There's a lot of Hindus there now.
There's going to be more.
All right, so, you know, H-1B visas and all that stuff.
I'm trying to tell Elon, you know, for every H-1B, you want three young white kids to do better than what the H-1B... Jeets can do.
You know?
Now another thing we've got to do.
We have to start manufacturing again.
And I just want to say this because Nick Fuentes said this yesterday.
I'm sitting there forever trying to get back, you know, and apologize to him.
He didn't have to apologize to me.
He does, oh.
But I said, hey.
And I even sent him ten bucks to get insulted.
But maybe we'll talk about that tomorrow with Adam Green, okay?
I may be on his show.
Okay.
All right, so I think Brunswick is pulling up a cool song, then we're going to end it, and I wish you all well.
And I proved that the collective unconsciousness is biblical.
So if anybody wants to say that I'm bringing Jungian psychology into it, I say, no, no, no, the Bible had Jungian, you know.
By the, you know, tote-to-totes long before he even thought of it.
Okay.
Oh, it's Carolina in my mind.
I thought it was California in my mind.
Play it anyways.
It's the same thing.
No, it's good because Carolina is on my mind because Billy Graham was from North Carolina.
This is perfect.
I'm going to be the next Billy Graham.
It's coming.
All right, we're going to start probably in San Francisco, and we're going to rent a movie theater.
I already have a guy that wants to do it.
He's Roman Catholic, by the way.
Not Orthodox.
He's Roman Catholic.
He's into it.
He says, yes, bro, I saw this on your stream to be the next Billy Graham.
I want to help you.
We'll rent out a movie theater, and then we'll invite people and all this.
He knows a lot of people because he used to be a big shot.
In the San Francisco City Council.
That's the kind of people I know.
You want to play that, Rockwell or Bronson?
Whoever's got it.
No, I don't want to look at it.
He's bald.
All right, it's too late.
Okay, it's all right.
Nah, forget it.
Okay, we're going to wrap it up.
I don't want a bald-headed guy.
You look an old cocker.
Do you have one of him just audio or something without him, you know, looking like an old ultra cucker?
You know, he's bald and he's up there on stage.
Look at what Paul McCartney does.
The guy's 150 years old.
And he looks like a kid.
He's handsome.
He's good looking.
He's still got his hair.
And the kids love him.
Okay, so that's the kind of thing we got to do.
Not some bald ultra cucker.
Okay, so he didn't know.
Rockwell didn't know that.
Can you find the James Taylor that I like?
Just an audio.
There he is!
That's it!
With the hair!
He's young.
He's cool.
I'm 74 going on 19. I don't have a wrinkle unless I smile.
Okay, where is he?
Here we go.
This is a song I wrote in Spain and partially there and partially here.
I was homesick at the time.
I didn't have a home, but that doesn't keep you from being homesick sometimes.
But I wrote this tune.
This next one right here.
I'm going to have a Gibson.
I've devised a little whistling introduction for it.
I hope you like it here.
dog in my mind I'm gone to Carolina can't you see the sunshine well can't you just feel the moonshine and ain't it just like a friend of mine take me from behind oh I know that line
Yes, I'm gone to Carolina in the mine.
Karen, she's a silver sun.
You'd best walk her way and watch it shining.
Watch her watch the morning come.
A silver tear appearing now.
I'm crying, ain't I? Said I'm gone to Carolina in my mind.
There ain't no doubt in no one's mind that loves the finest thing around.
Whispers something soft and kind.
And hey, babe, the sky's on fire.
I'm dying.
And I said I'm gone to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind, I'm gone to Carolina.
Can't you see the sunshine?
Can't you just feel the moonshine?
And ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind?
Yes, I'm gone to Carolina in the mine.
I've got hit so hard.
Dark and silent late last night.
I think I might have heard the highway call in.
Decent flight and dogs would bite.
And signs that might be omen say I'm going.
Yes, I gotta be going.
I'm gone to Carolina in the mine.
Now with a holy host of others standing around me Still I'm on the dark side of the moon And it looks like it goes on like this forever You must forgive me If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind In
my mind I'm gone to Carolina See the sunshine, Lord Can't you just feel the moonshine?
Yeah, ain't it just like a friend of mine To hit me from behind Yes, I'm gone to Carolina Said I'm gone to Carolina in my mind.
I better get myself on home again real soon.
Oh, my dearly beloved, my mind and my heart and my soul is open to you.
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