Well... as promised, I will begin a survey of the dreams that I remember and that seem important to me. I will begin with the dreams, in chronological order I hope, that I think included him who I refer to as the one I love.
After I noticed that the theme song from that old show Have Gun -- Will Travel was highly evocative of my book I decided to watch the first episode.
Character's name is Paladin, I have a paladin in my book.
Song says, "A knight without armor in a savage land." The paladin in my book is masquerading as a knight in a savage land after having left his armor on the outskirts.
Song says, "He travels on to wherever he must." Pretty much the story arc of my paladin character.
Song says, "There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin." This is also a major theme in my book.
Song says, "Paladin, Paladin, far from home." This is where my paladin is.
Then I watched the first episode. Paladin explains how the phalanx was crushed. This is a thing my book.
The other character is named Mr. Reid, as in "read my book" after you pay $35 for the hardcover edition.
There was another person or thing "Mr Oxy" or "oxy-something" as in the name of this website: OccATL.
The plot of the first episode is that he has to go to some secluded city surrounded by sentries, and the rules of the city are "no fighting." Seems kind of like my suspicions about my own location.
There were probably a few other things in there, but I deleted it before I wrote them all down.
Now the land lord is trying to evict me. If I get kicked out, that shit bird that came in here did a pretty good job of fucking my shit up in just a few short day! However, I think it is slightly suspicious that the land lord's PO Box number is 77662, so we'll see what happens. I will try to stay, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's straight back to hobo town forthwith. Who sent that person in here? Everything was going fine until they showed up.
That roommate moved out today.
I heard it floating around in the memes that someone said they don't respect me because I'm "fat" and I'm "a whore."
Where does it say in the Bible that you have to be a skinny AIDS homo? I don't see that in there, and I've looked pretty good naked for a long time. I'm pretty healthy, what with my body being me temple and all, and aside from that, I'm God so who the fuck are you, faggot?
How about being a whore? I have never prostituted myself once in my life. In cases of extreme desperation, after being turned down by non-prostitutes over and over and over and over, I have resorted to seeking the services of prostitutes, but where does it say not to do that in the Bible? (Incidentally, I was pretty plainly turned down by the hookers too, except for the part where take my money. How much of that was organized by my new roommate? More than a little, I expect.) It says not to be sexually immoral, and certainly none of my sexual encounters ever deviated from the golden rule in the slightest increment. I was treating the woman well, and I don't think I was ever the other man in a nefarious cheating scenario, and my bachelor status was never disrupted by a marriage. When Judah was fucking his daughter because he thought she was the shrine prostitute, the Bible didn't paint that as Judah's immorality at all. And when Isaac asked for two choice goats, just the way he liked them, my interpretation was that he wanted two hot young sluts, and it also says in the Bible that interpretations belong to me. I see several criticisms in there where entire peoples or cites "turn to prostitution" but I think that means they stopped having sex in the nice way that I like and were making it universally sleazy, much like the culture I now find myself in where no woman will even agree to go out with me, much less get in bed with me. And when the women were following Jesus and the disciples around giving them comfort, that seems to me to have most likely involved the sucking of dicks.
So what does the Bible disparage? Sexual immorality. Hypocrisy. Not treating others the way you want to be treated. I think all three of those are the guy who says he doesn't respect me because I'm a "fat whore." Haha, fuck you, faggot. You won't beat me at my own game.
I'm pretty sure Helene is my new roommate. That occult activity last night together with the reaction when I asked her never to speak to me again today are very confirming for me. After I asked her never to speak to me again, she had the faggot from Mr Robot come pretend to be the landlord and harass me with his homosexual faggotry. Even including all those sassy fruits I met in midtown, who mostly weren't faggots, that Mr Robot faggot is the single biggest faggot I ever met in my life, bar none. Haha faggot, they are going to do stuff to your butthole that you aren't going to like at all.
I won't make a show of forfeiting my rent to get away from Helene right this minute, but I will get away from her soon enough. I really hate her. Whoever is setting it up so that she gets to enjoy my presence, at the expense of me having to endure hers, is going to get set up so their enemies enjoy them falling into their hands. Even with that Mr Robot faggot, I think Helene is my least favorite person in the world, barring other people of whom I am as yet unaware. She disgusts me in a way that the others don't, I guess it's because she is such a huge liar. Where I am the King of Babylon and she is the Whore, who is also called the Mother of Prostitutes, I think that probably has something to do with my historical troubles obtaining the affections of the ladies. When I asked her today to stop talking to me multiple times, she refused to stop and kept asking, "What did I do? What did I do?," egging me on that I still don't know what horrible things she's done. I really hate her. I'm torn if I should give her to the enemies she's made, and I might, but, honestly, I probably won't. Bible loop hole for Helene I guess! Everyone around her though, and their friends and loved ones, I will be happy to see suffer at length. What despicable cretins they are to have her as their leader, I don't even like having her as my mother! Haha, to the rest of these faggots: even though Helene will probably get lucky skipping out on her own torture, none of those other ones will, and the innocents they sought to protect neither! Seeing their innocents die will be among the most satisfying elements of my vengeance, I expect.
Speaking of Mr Robot, when I went Erin Herle's house, who is Agent di Pierro on Mr Robot, she was really proud of being able to tell me like three times that the Manson murders happened right around the corner from her place.
After the tenth time, or so, that someone pissed me off with their schizo comments disparaging my research on 4chan and then Helene randomly sent me a follow on email just to harp on her stupid, obvious lie that she believes I am a schizo, I am quite convinced it is her making the comments about how my research sucks, and that I, too, suck. I may or may not give her to her enemies, depending on what the facts are, but if you are friends with her then you should definitely kill yourself, because I will definitely give you to your enemies.
It wouldn't surprise me at all if my roommate was Helene in disguise, I was encountering some discomforting phenomena last night that I usually associate with visits to Helene in Arizona. I am pretty sure that I hate her, I do not like her at all. She should never be allowed into my presence, her presence offends me greatly.
I see that when Adolf Hitler was my age he had already gotten out jail but had not come to power because the stock market didn't crash yet.
Dubs dubs say it's not unlikely at all.
Assuming that there are people interested in the location of the real slim shady, perhaps I can discourage him from coming to 1076 Center Street in Atlanta, GA by pointing out how strongly I suspect that he was here just a short while ago and introduced to me as my new roommate.
Wondering if the real slim shady is going to dress up like an AIDS patient to come live with me. If so, maybe someone will kill him first because that doesn't please me at all.
They don't want to let me make the chart I want to make.
Well... I said a few times that I think Gina Haspel is joke name for "Vagina Has Spell" like I thought Hina Alvi was a joke name for "Hina The V" based on the Latino slang word for a woman "Hina" being derived from the alternate pronunciation of the word vagina. Sure enough, I saw one picture of Gina Haspell and I said, "Dang, that reminds me of Pam." Then I saw another and I said, "Dang, in this picture she reminds me of Kimberly." Sure enough, I just saw this picture and said, "Dang, that looks my former boss Rod Williams who I caught dressed as a woman in the office at Exide on multiple occasions."
And if anyone didn't read my other 10,000,000 posts, Rod was the one constantly abetting Sandy's lies, Sandy being the spitting image of the Toy Box Killer, David Parker Ray. Therefore, there is torture attached to Rod through Sandy, and now also through the CIA black site prison in Thailand which reminded me so much of the detention area at the Ben-Gurion airport where they had a military plaque for The Thai-Israeli Taskforce. I never did figure out why they had Thai writing all over the walls in the Israeli airport unless it was just there to be scary. Furthermore, since I think they were doing torture on Southside Industrial Parkway next to the warehouse Steve Collins rented for his business, and the face that I think of as being Rod's real face is the absolute spitting image of Steve Collins, who I think is the Atlanta child murderer from the 1980s, that is a third torture pin sticking into Rod's body.
And I tell you what else about this picture, where the face says Rod, the shoulders say Helene. Another flashback for the peopel who didn't read all the posts: I quit Exide on the day I became convinced Helene was in the office too. I was in the Thai-Israeli taskforce detention basement about 48 hours after that. I encourage everyone to read all of it. Also, the sternocleidomastoid doesn't quite look anatomical in this picture.
I imagine people out there in the world are, even today, trying to negotiate their respectful annihilation as if I will be bound to the terms agreed upon by others. My intention is this: disrespectful annihilation. FYI, because I know they will try to hide abomination children from me, I will establish a DNA database in the remnant. If any abominations are found at that time, then the scale of the death and suffering I inflict on those around them will be vastly greater than which I am planning for those who are given into my hands expeditiously. None will survive, and it will be worse for you if think you're going to outsmart me.
Also, do not ignore my command by only killing the abominations. Kill the mother, her husband (or the father figure), and all of their other children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and so on. When I say "all of their other children" I mean "all of their of their children." It does not mean, "all of the other children that the two of them made together to exclude their children with other partners." If I find them alive later having consecrated an abomination which was put to death, then I will choose to explain, with suffering and misery, why it would have been better to do what I said the first time around. If you wait for me to do it, that is ok, but if you kill the child and leave the rest of them alive, that is a big fucking problem for me.
This post will remind me not to forget those hecklers at Target tonight, May 7, 2018.
I wonder how many hours FBI Director Christopher Wray, who is from Atlanta, spent in homosexual congress with Chris Moriarty.
Anyone who feels more aligned with nazi Germany than they do with the God of Abraham is my enemy. I don't give a fuck about your swastikas and your fascist salutes, I only care if you treat other people the way that you want to be treated. There's nothing more to it than that, and anyone who tries to distract from my simple instruction should be killed.
I'm not trying to make art with my life. I'm making war. The faggots are probably looking at me through the wrong lens of their own faggotry.
Then after Emily, every woman I ever asked to go out with me again turned me down. 100% of them. Then I tried to get some hookers and they sent me disgusting ones. Then they stopped giving me money and I became homeless for a year. Now I'm not homeless but I still don't have any money, and unless they start giving me some in the next ten weeks or so I'm going straight back to homelessness. And all of this unfolded during the years when I proved, over and over, that I am the greatest living genius. I always hit on that one because usually they say intelligence is attractive to women.
Then after that one I met Emily, and there was definitely something amiss there too. At least one abomination child was consecrated under Emily's auspices: the child of former CNN International general manager Catherine Green, namely, Gracen Green.
Is the woman I dated after that woman, pic related, part of the federal torture program sent to me under fraudulent circumstances?
Is this my ex-girlfriend's grandfather?
Shortly after I started working at Elavon, I started working out at the Concourse Athletic Club. I asked out several women in there, they all turned me down. I asked out a few women in the office at Elavon too, they all turned me down. Around that time, I was really thinking it was odd that that the statistics were showing that I am completely detestable to women. That made me very angry, and still does, because I had already proven myself to be the greatest living genius several years earlier, not to mention being a tall, good looking, athletic, well spoken, highly educated white man, something that is supposed to have some kind of special privileges attached to it, or so it is said, with, at that time, plenty of money to throw at the women in question. Then they had that story about how the Navy was running experiments with sonar that was harmful to the whales and I thought that it meant they were sending those women to say no to me on purpose because someone, somewhere, likes to watch women kick me in the balls. Anyway... around the time the first little snibbets of gangstalking started, some guy in came into the gym in a suit and said to me in a sideways fashion, "We're from Executive Behavior Modification." I am going to modify the human behavior by removing the extended families of all those involved from the gene pool. As many women as they sent to say no to me, they never sent one to say yes. And, therefore, I will never will say yes to them when they beg for their children's lives. Everyone involved in any of that had their names stricken Book of Life right then, and I will be pleased when I have them the opportunity to show them exactly where I crossed their names out.
This new bridge element nearby is also quite nice to look at. I have no idea what inspired it, and I am sure it contains no symbolism or specific ratios of any sort.
I also noticed how this other building behind the Atlanta Masonic Center looks exactly like NSA HQ, and I also noticed that, nearby, there are some easter eggs like the Tuk Tuk restaurant and the building that says Rooker on the side of it. However, even if the real NSA HQ is actually in Atlanta, is in in real Atlanta or fake Atlanta? If it is fake Atlanta, which fake Atlanta is it in?
I'm detecting a slight anti-P2 bias in this photo of "NSA headquarters."
See, even now, at this late time, the men that I will kill have not repented. They still send their women to the other guy. They will never repent. I will destroy them.
Sandy wasn't 6'3" so I don't know if it is exactly him, but Sandy Bushey is at least this guy's close relative. The facial structure is a strongish match, but the stupid fucking look on this cunt's face is Sandy Bushey 100%, all day, unmistakably.
Los Zetas: Some of them like me and some of them hate me, but who are they really? In Gangs of New York, there was one gang called the Dead Rabbits, and I understand that to be a reference to the rabbits that got tortured and mutilated in the USA psychic program. It seemed, to me, that the Dead Rabbits were named in memoriam for the poor little fluffy rabbits' suffering. I don't think that gang was pro-rabbit torture.
How about Los Zetas? I saw where it said that the zetas were the brainwashed sex slaves of the MK Ultra program. Is the Los Zetas org named in memoriam for these people, or is it the other way where they are the cartel who makes sex slaves? I think it's the former, I hope. If not, then my subtle zeta cheering after I tweeted that anti-zeta video at Occupy was quite stupid because I am against that sort of thing. Why did I switch? After I shared it a lot of people around me gave me the impression I chose the wrong one, in my ignorance not even knowing where to buy weed half the time, to single out. My intention was only to call attention to the narco-economy narco-violence problem in general, and I am completely against it altogether. After I shared that video my coach was like, "Oh the sacrifice, eh?" He is probably one of the Bogdanoffs too, I don't know what they are really up to, what with intrigue and all, but I am glad they never killed me. I hope that's for lack of trying, but honestly, it might not be. They say the Zetas cartel formed after some military big wigs went renegade, and I'm wondering if they went renegade in a way related to the zetas in the MK Ultra program. Later on my coach was like, "At least he has the balls to say something." I really liked hearing that, thanks :-)
While I was working at Exide I had the strong inkling that the place was a front for a human trafficking cartel, and I have just recently noticed that the Toy Box Killer, a "sex slave" maker, who I would prefer to call just victims rather than slaves because they probably don't like being called that all, was the exact spitting image of my co-worker Sandy Bushey. I hate her and had already resolved to give her and her people to her enemies. Now I wonder if David Parker Ray didn't really die after just one year in prison but instead got a new identity as Sandy Bushey. She looks so much like him, it is really uncanny. One time I was asking Tim, "Don't they require a college degree for this job because you have to be able to write in complete sentences?" I was pointing out how the main reason Sandy was able to get away with lying all the time is because she never wrote in complete sentences and all her prose was always totally ambiguous in the emails like as if she was just barely literate enough to spell things right... sometimes. Tim said, "That's a low blow," and it isn't at all, she should be required to conform ordinary standards of intra-office communication, but then he said, "You wouldn't believe how high she is." He was referring, I think, to the hidden cartel component of the office which I was not privy to.
What does that have to with Los Zetas? We had an office party and I brought some canolis in a big pastry box. I got them at Zukerino's which was a pastry place by my house. The pastry box had the Zukerino's logo sticker on it which was just a black Z on a gold background. Sandy did not like that box at all. Out of a whole smorgasbord of food people brought to the office party, my box was the only one Sandy prematurely emptied and then threw the box away. She didn't like that Z one bit, and I don't like her one bit either. I hate her. When I got to Exide, she had written in giant letters on her white board "Send M3" although we never mentioned M3 even once while I worked there. I always thought "Send M3" meant "Fuckin' kill Tooker already, damn."
If I am not in a detention location, then I think I am no longer homeless, and would be glad to report that I did not reach 13 months of homelessness. If I am detained still, then I am also not homeless, but probably I was never, though the experience strongly suggests I was. It had many of the similar qualities, like when I got slashed on the toe in front of the library, or when I got slashed on my hand in the shower at Gateway, or when the guy punched my in the face in the library, or when the guy hit me in the jaw with a ball peen hammer at the park and then got me on the neck a little with the claw end of the hammer, or when the man punched me in the head like five times at the Altanta Mission and then wore an APD costume of Officer D.A.Somers to kick me out of the library that is full of memes which are familiar to me. I didn't forget about you, Doug. You told me, Doug, that you were a local. I'm going to get all of you guys out of there. Kill yourself and you can be sure no one ever gives you to your enemies. Kill your children, you local Doug people, and save them from the same.
I think I may have cruelly shot a squirrel from the roof directly over where I now type. I think it's important to evaluate what people do regularly with higher weight than what they do irregularly. I like the "51% good" predicate for judgment regarding death that I have mentioned several times. It would leave me in the "does not deserve to die" group of people who are at least 51% good. There are a lot of things like that. For instance, Laura Uria was always very inviting for me to have anal sex with her, but her anus was usually dirty and it was gross, and she was nasty for putting it in her mouth when it was not clean. Because I had seen that, I was interested, and I did all of that with her, but it is disgusting, and I wouldn't do it now like I wouldn't shoot that squirrel now.
The Bible says that man has dominion over the animals, but he does not give them dominion over other men. That is how you can tell that slavery is forbidden. When the crimes relate to slavery, in my opinion, the 51% predicate is not satisfied, and to discourage future slavery, the punishment should be thus. Kill all of the men and women, young and old, their children and their slaves. Killing them, and giving them to their enemies to expeditiously kill huge numbers of them, is morally justified. It is required. Not doing it is morally unjustifiable.
I made a video that shows the tent, the door to the tent, the covering over the tent, some stone tablets, and the courtyard, as I was reminded of reading Exodus yesterday, which, hopefully, was the last day of my homelessness.
Before Helene and I moved to the Catalina Foothills near the mountain, we lived on a road called Geronimo. Our neighbors there were the Lemoines. The guy stalking me at McDonald's lately reminds me of Mike Lemoine Sr, and I would not be surprised if it was him. They moved away from Tucson when he got a job managing a Giant truck stop in Jamestown, New Mexico. Helene told me he later became a professional murder scene cleaner upper. The Lemoines adopted a lot of abused children and were very involved in 4H. Mike Lemoine had a reputation for being super nice, but we were playing darts one time and he was telling me not to get my darts until he threw his. I got mine anyway, and he threw one at me. It hit me in the face. It went through my cheek and stuck into my gum, there was a lot of blood. I always thought that was a dick move to throw an actual pointed metal dart me. We were pretty young, probably like 6 or 8. I got some pencil lead jammed in my chest at their house too but I don't exactly remember those circumstances. That might have been me by myself being stupid.
Jamestown is near the notorious Dulce base where they supposedly have the underground reptiles, and it is also near Durango, CO where Joe used to take us on vacation. Here is something that makes me think Joe was doing the lookalike thing in my childhood: We went to Durango and were going horseback riding. Joe said to me, "If you yank the bridle in that horse's mouth then I will put one in your mouth and do it to you." It was very weird. I was like, "Who is this man that thinks I might be cruel to an animal?" I was about 8 years old or so, or maybe 10 or 12.
I went to NM one time with Helene for Mike Lemoine Jr's wedding. The bride quickly died of brain cancer and I noticed that several of the other nurses on Helene's small unit at her hospital also died of brain cancer. While at the hotel, I saw a commercial in NM for a local attraction called the Cave of Fire and Ice which spookily reminded me of a dream. After the wedding, I went out with some women from the wedding. We saw the strangest animal crossing the road. I have no idea what it could have been, certainly we don't have whatever it was in AZ. One of the women said it was a skin walker. It was kind of like a lemur. It was absolutely not a coyote or dog, but it did have a slightly canine walk. The eyes in our headlights were not like anything I'd seen or have seen since... actually lemur eyes are "like" that but you know, hopefully, what I mean. They were not dog eyes. And it was not a healthy, sporty animal. It was kind of drunkenly schlepping when we saw it.
Before Helene and I moved to the Catalina Foothills near the mountain, we lived on a road called Geronimo. Our neighbors there were the Lemoines. The guy stalking me at McDonald's lately reminds me of Mike Lemoine Sr, and I would not be surprised if it was him. They moved away from Tucson when he got a job managing a Giant truck stop in Jamestown, New Mexico. Helene told me he later became a professional murder scene cleaner upper. The Lemoines adopted a lot of abused children and were very involved in 4H. Mike Lemoine had a reputation for being super nice, but we were playing darts one time and he was telling me not to get my darts until he threw his. I got mine anyway, and he threw one at me. It hit me in the face. it went through my cheeck and stuck into my gum, there was a lot of blood. I always thought that was a dick move to throw an actual pointed metal dart me. We were pretty young, probably like 6 or 8. i got some pencil lead jammed in my chest at their house too, but I don't exactly remember those circumstances. That might have been me by myself being stupid.
Jamestown is near the notorious Dulce base where they supposedly have the underground reptiles, and it is also near Durango, CO where Joe used to take me on vacation. Here is something that makes me think Joe was doing the lookalike thing in my childhood: We went to Durango and were going horseback riding. Joe said to me, "If you yank the bridle in that horse's mouth then I will put one in your mouth and do it to you." It was very weird. I was like, "Who is this man that thinks I might be cruel to an animal?" I was about 8 years old or so, or maybe 10 or 12.
I went to NM one time with Helene for Mike Lemoine Jr's wedding. The bride quickly died of brain cancer and I noticed that several of the other nurses on Helene's small unit at her hospital also died of brain cancer. While at the hotel, I saw a commercial in NM for a local attraction called the Cave of Fire and Ice which spookily reminded me of a dream. After the wedding, I went out with some women from the wedding. We saw the strangest animal crossing the road. I have no idea what it could have been, certainly we don't have whatever it was in AZ. One of the women said it was a skin walker. It was kind of like a lemur. It was absolutely not a coyote or dog, but it did have a slightly canine walk. The eyes in our headlights were not like anything I'd seen or have seen since. They were not dog eyes.
One of the general criticisms of LRH is that he ended up as a loser wondering around in the desert. The Toy Box Killer was a desert dweller, I wonder if they were all in it together and the Scientology auditing process screens for people they can "enslave." Also, people are always talking about Scientologists being worried about things living under their skin which is probably code for implants. So... Scientology? Sandy Bushey and Fritzl and the Toy Box Killer?
How did I find the picture below of Antigone throwing those ashes in the air? Helene brought me to Antigone book shop in Tucson one time. In the store, some sorceress was messing with the energy on the bumps near my ankles. I was nodding off in the store, seated in the chair while Helene browsed, after Helene brought me to a nearby place that serves crepes. I may have been drugged, because I became strangely sleepy in the store Antigone Books immediately after. It is gone now, but the website for Antigone Books used to have some very satanic looking little girls on it.
Also, picture of Antigone reminds me of Sabino Canyon. On the tour, the tour guide says, "See that giant red streak on the cliff way up there? You probably think that's iron in the soil but it's not. It's tannins from the plant roots." Helene was the only other person I ever heard mention tannins, she was always real worried about them sticking to her coffee pot. So I think the red streak on the cliff comes from someone throwing the tannins that remain after a person's body is completely destroyed into the air from the top of the cliff. Helene's house is at the bottom of the mountain that has the cliff, and on top is a restaurant called The Iron Door, which, to me at least, is highly suggestive of tunnels. In that show Rawhide, Clint Eastwood's character was held 90ft underground in AZ as a POW during the civil war, and that underground prison area was already dug about 150 years before Helene (and I) moved near that mountain.
I had already mentioned it when Orange is the New Black started duct taping people inside outhouses, but that seemed to be a reference to the outhouses in Sabino Canyon. They are, by far, the most disgusting outhouses I have ever come across. I will not go in them, but when we walk the Sabino Canyon trail, Helene seems to revel going to into those outhouses. I mentioned it at Lexis Nexis and the guy there who looked like Woody Harrelson memed to me that they looked at it and they did find something amiss in the outhouses. When I looked at the canyon on Google maps in 2015 or 2016 it seemed like there was signs of fresh digging near some of these outhouses. Also, that canyon has been "closed due to flooding" quite a bit.
So it makes sense to me that Helene's townhouse has a secret basement where she tortures people that she calls her "plants." In the 1980s she had a lot of work done in the front and back yards. I wouldn't be surprised if the water she uses to water her real plants, to include some peculiar pink roses, goes into the basement to be water for other "plants" too. Then when she is all done, she (or someone) takes the leftovers and throws them into Sabino Canyon from a place that leads to the accumulation of tannins of the cliff face that the tour guide points out. Maybe there's a couple of iron doors up there, the whole mountain is a national forest. When George W. Bush went up there near the end of his presidency, there was some altercation and the secret service shot someone up there.
I noticed earlier that there was some photo where David Parker Ray looked lightly like Fritzl. In this picture he has Sandy Bushey written all over his stupid look. Sandy could easily be this guy's sister or tranny brother.
From the toy box killer tape transcript:
"Now I should also tell you that there’s gonna be times when the whip and electroshock is used not for punishment, but for our pleasure. The difference will be that when it’s done for pleasure, the whip strokes will be much lighter. They’ll sting like hell, but they won’t have that burning sensation and leave welts that hurt for hours. As for the electroshock machine, the voltage will be turned down. It won’t be that harsh electricity that, uh, makes your body convulse and jerk all over the table. You haven’t experienced any of that yet, but I’m sure that you will. To avoid these punishments you’re gonna have to be very quiet, very docile, and very obedient and I imagine that’s gonna be very hard for you to do."
This really reminds me a lot of the electric buzzer implanted in my foot recently, and also the one(s) that is (have been) implanted in my anus for a while now.
This is the video that shows the graffito which reminded me of the image in this post.
The original post which referenced this graffito seems to have disappeared. It looks like a few of my posts have disappeared :/ Or those could have been 4chan posts that I didn't put on here, that is possible too.
I think this whole part of Exodus is about my pictures and the tent where I'm living, and my sewing kit, and the mason line at my camp site. I noticed that the verse with the typo in it, below, is verse 30 where I should grabbed from verse 31. Also, in this picture, where it says "purple" in verses 31 and 36, "purple" needs to be "yellow" to match the pictures. When it reference the door of my tent in 36, the door is indeed yellow.
I recently got this weird wound on my foot. Around the time I first noticed the totally weird spot of blood in the callus on my left big toe, I started getting a lot of heel pain in right heel. I started getting a weird electrical pain in my left foot along two lines. I think they put new implants in my foot and have been shocking me with them "for fun" like the toy box killer said he and his friends would do to their victims with electric shockers. I think they inserted two wires. Those would be the two lines emanating from the wound. I made the lower red line only to show how the pattern of the buzzing went the electricity storm goes off. This has lessened lately, and now I only feel it at the point in the middle of left arch which is out of frame at the bottom of the red line which would have third point if the camera angle was wider.
I recently switched to Windows 10, it is pretty good.
Last night I was watching a show. The guy said, "How do you plan to dissolve the arrangement?" I said, "To dissolve it, I would have to first acknowledge its preexisting state of validity, which I don't." Then the guy on TV went and got a contract and made a show of being like, "Well, this has your signature on it." I don't know what the law of the USA is, and I don't care really since I intend to abolish it, but I think in USA contract law the party has to be at least generally aware of what's in a contract for it to be a valid agreement. For instance, if the contract is written in a language that the signee doesn't understand then the contract is not valid. I think that extends to any case where the signee is totally unaware of what is in the contract. If you sign a credit card contract, and then the APR surprises you, you may be bound by that due to some condition of general awareness that there would be some numerical APR. However, if you sign what you think is a credit card contract and then later they say, "Haha, actually you signed over 100% of your future earnings to us even if you never use a credit card, and also we own your house and cars now, and you are ten billions in debt to us," then, I am quite sure, that would not be binding in USA contract law.
If Exide says, "We wanna give you a few dollars a day for you to sit at our desk for a few hours a day," and we shake hands on that, and then when they give me the employment contract it has some other bullshit like, "You agree to be Exide's slave if you sign this," then their fraud does not constitute a valid agreement because we never gave pledges on that or shook hands on it. Sneaking it into some terms and conditions isn't a valid workaround even if they have deceived very many people into believing that is indeed a perfectly valid workaround. A document that I never read or looked at, and whose contents I have never discussed with anyone, cannot contain a pledge which I have bound myself with. It is impossible. If they say, "You signing it means it is your pledge," I say, "Where does it say that in the Bible?" Also I can say, "Signing that means I agreed to the terms of employment we discussed and shook hands on." Also, it's highly likely that the documents in question don't have my signature on them but have instead the scribble I make when I refuse to sign something.
The purpose of a written contract is to record the terms of the pledge that has been shaken on, nothing more. If there are terms that have not been pledged and shaken on then they are fraudulent terms and the contract is non-binding. To say that all terms are always binding is to say that fraud terms do not exist, and I am fairly certain that fraud terms do exist, and it is possible to get people to sign non-binding fraud contracts. I can see the place of the details of the contract being important in some complex business enterprise where the nuance of the agreement exceeds casual conversation, but I have never been involved in any such dealings. I have no business interests of any kind, nor have I ever, beyond the number that would define my salary for the simple and limited tasks discussed during a handful of job interviews. If there had been any greater nuance in my discussions with prospective employers then I would have been certainly aware of it, but there was never any. When the nuance of the written contract is the relevant thing, then the parties will pledge to abide by the terms written in the contract and then shake on their verbal agreement to defer to the written terms. I never did that. I pledged to let them pay me for sitting and doing SQL at their desk. We shook on that, nothing more. The first I heard about my Exide docs was after I quit when Spicer was saying, "You didn't really quit until you come sign these docs." Spicer is wrong about that, and I will prove it to him with the blood of his loved ones.
So... I don't know exactly what the law of the heathens in the USA is but I do know what the Bible standard of an agreement is. I never discussed or shook hands with anyone on any of the stuff that the memes are saying I agreed to. I have never signed away any birthright, inheritance, or freedoms, and I sure as fuck have never been married. It never happened and I am not bound by their lies. I don't know which documents they are referring to. It could be that they slipped some stuff into the closing docs when Helene bought that condo and I got power of attorney to sign for her. Since we never discussed any of that other stuff, and we never shook hands on it, I am not bound by any of it and there is no agreement to anything other than that I had power of attorney to sign the closing docs for Helene because she was not in town at the time. She gave me power of attorney. I did not give power of attorney to her nor did I give her any other contractual, legal, or tortious thing. Helene had me sign some stuff related to me being the beneficiary of her will a long time ago and, again, nothing was pledged or shaken on other than that I was her heir. There is only ink on paper and it is completely non-binding. Same thing goes for my job at Exide or any other place I worked. When I discussed the job with the employer, there was nothing discussed other than them paying me to do some computer stuff for them for a few hours a day, and some extra phone answering duty at Elavon. Since nothing other than that was discussed, and nothing other than that was shaken hands on, nothing other than that was agreed to by me.
How can they say, "He signed over X, Y, and Z," when no one ever first told me that I had X, Y, and Z? I am very sure that USA law doesn't work that way and, pic related, I am completely sure that God's law doesn't work that way. When Esau sold his birthright to Jacob, he was aware that he had a birthright to sell because, I guess, someone had told him about it on one of the earlier days of his life. Even if no one had told him, it probably would have cleared things up when Jacob said, "Sell me your birthright." Then Esau could have said, "What birthright?" My family's strategy of, "Let's never tell him about it and steal it from him that way," is a completely different thing.
Are they saying that I agreed to walk with someone who was impersonating someone else I know? I agreed to walk with the person I know, not their imposter, and them impersonating the person I know doesn't let them inherit the position at my side. I never discussed or shook hands on anything like what the memes are saying I agreed to. Therefore, there was no agreement. When Isaac gave Jacob the blessing thinking he was Esau, for whatever reason that became binding, Isaac actually said, "I bless you," or something like that. I've never been involved in statements conferral of formal blessing. I've never even been told that I have a blessing available to give so I am much different that Isaac.
So if my enemy's lives of evil have driven them to the point where the no longer use pledges and handshakes because they need to hide their evil 24/7, then I will laugh when they are crushed by their own lies. I never shook hands in pledge so the Bible says I am safe.
Casuistry for Christians.
One time in the 1980s Helene and I went to San Diego. In the morning before we went back to Tucson on the last day, we went to some diner. I don't remember if Laura Kershaw was with us. So then I was being a weird child, for some reason, and I squeezed my upper back muscles so tight that my whole body started quivering, and I kept doing it for a while, and I think I embedded some long term tension on that morning in San Diego. Just recently, thirty years later, I have started to break up the muscular tension there.
During my entire adult life, every time I've seen Helene, she has solicited me at least once to, "do your San Diego act," meaning to squeeze my neck and upper back muscles so hard that my body begins to quiver. The way she always hits on this one item is like the way she always points out how fast I can make number two in the bathroom: "Other people usually have to take a minute, but not you. You just sit down and it's like, 'Fire one!,'" with that last part being a reference to torpedo attacks. I am quite certain that Helene's insistence on pointing this out literally every time I have seen her for decades is really about her gloating over the way she adjusted my digestive organs with her anal thermometer. So the San Diego act thing that she also says literally every time I see her is also most certainly derived from her gloating over something.
Helene and I watched a movie, maybe Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I don't recall, but the aliens were abducting everyone by saying, "You want to go for a walk in the desert?," and then in the desert the aliens would take over their body. So another thing that Helene also says, literally every time that I see her is, "You want to go for a walk in the desert?," and she makes a pantomime of putting her hand on the nape of her neck which is where the evidence of alien possession was in the movie. Also, Helene absolutely will not watch any movie with demonic type themes in it. She says it's too scary.
I went to Helene's house shortly after I moved in with Joe. She told me that my uncle Abie had died. I felt relieved in a way, and I may have smiled and I always felt bad about that reaction. She told me, and I'm paraphrasing here, and she made dramatic accompanying hand gestures, "At the end, for the last thirty minutes to an hour, he made this face like, 'Woah!,' like he saw something supernatural right in the moments preceding his death."
A few years ago when I would go to Alliance, I kept getting weird images in my head that would make me very uncomfortable, even to include increased heart rate, etc. It was when I would see Joey. I would get images in my head of him dressed up like Big Bird for the child snuff version of Sesame Street. Soon after that, I started paying a lot of attention to people's noses and cheek bones. I guess that probably had something to do with the changed face of "Jacaré" that I had not adequately noticed. I don't know what the deal is with noses and cheekbones, I never used to notice that or look at it, but then I started doing so and having sometimes visceral reactions in my stomach. I wonder... is that someone's psychic advertising?
I don't see why I would have suddenly started caring about that. It sure did happen though. A few years ago I started getting visceral gut reactions to certain noses and cheekbones. Surely it did start suddenly. One might recall that time Atlanta lost the superbowl because I cringed at the guy in the hostel in Washington DC. At first, I would get that feeling in my gut when I saw Joey, but then shortly after that it generalized, and it is the same feeling that I might describe as, "Uh-oh!" The reaction that I get when I see certain noses is exactly that same feeling I got in my gut when I would look at Joey. Also, I think I recently saw on 4chan one of the other guys from my gym dressed up as Ronald McDonald, and that picture pretty much had the same meme on it about weird snuff videos when I was imagining Joey dressed up as Big Bird and Steve dressed up as "Snuffy" where he would have one extra person behind him in the big Snuffy costume.
A couple of years ago some person from Facebook told me that they went to high school with me and then we went to the restaurant where "The Japanese Gameshow" was on the TV. When "Jacaré" showed up at the restaurant, I noticed his profile was very, very much like Le Happy Merchant. I'm pretty sure I like that one. Why would he have come there if he didn't care about me?