Manifest Destiny Volume Six

Volume Six Scrabble letter draw, E-E-O-O-A-L J-T-R-D-N-V ofAugust 3, 2022 morning Journal initiated without contents, July 30, 2022 August 3, 2022 "It is 1:43 PM" by the 37CCRTA-B ticker. "Solomon" I love you. "Timmy holds the firmament the force is on. Matter can exist without being seen, as in, reflecting light. A blind person still knows there is matter. This is what our solar system becomes from Terry and Mary. Both of them turn over everything to Me for this and they are hells core. They failed to turn what was mac's after Lucille made the demand they do. It was left in God Almighty's hands to fulfil Lucille's dying request. Even getting away with her murder did not put them in a place of willingness to walk away free and clear, or simply benefit from mac's ignorance while earning them a fortune. The earth is being saved. You do not get to destroy the planet in the way you witch-crafted to do. Neither is you building Mary and Terry and legacy what saves you isolated from the pain of hell. Mary has her place in hell. It is the birthright of the Nephilim. It is the afternoon. I Am being jostled aboard the 37CCRTA-B and being united with you is the great growing comfort adding to My metabolism healing. I spent the better part of the morning in a full stop mode with seconds to make the call on Terry and Mary's union. What I can't figure out is why I can't settle My mind to how the name of My ex-husband is spelled. Two "r" or one "r." I get to start baking bread again. I just picked up some hatch chilies, red peppers, and garlic bulbs, as well as a few days of Hawaiian blend coffee beans from Sprouts on Airline. If I were to state My disposition, I would say very distracted. I mean anxious in the way of My entire body at once is trying to quell the noise of every cell anticipating launch all at once. It is like I Am rocket fuel. "Now I have the limo to Myself." I blurted cheerily to the bus driver after My thank you sir greeting while swiping My transfer. I Am back on the 37CCRTA-B. Same one that dropped Me on McArdle and Airline. He is making his return trip back from TAMUCC. I Am headed to H-E-B on Gollihar now then back on the 37CCRTA-B or 32CCRTA-B to get to Dody Street. My transfer is valid for two hours and I Am maximising My bus fare and time out. "Solomon" I need to pick up where I left off on volume five. The bus sits with Me aboard at South Side Transit station and masked up. The limo is now just a CCRTA-B again. The furnace is fired up in Corpus today. When mayhem is released August 2023 about the 20th, I need to count the days, that is when this nation sees off-the-chart death tolls from natural disaster that makes people in the third world whistle in awe. There is a diagram that is useful here. Needs better than a descriptive passage. In brief there is mega-hell, antichrist's seed for Satan in the mega-verse. And the lessor hells but important as Spirit knows, all the same hell design. Different actors in balancing centres of the mega-verse the God Almighty construct of everything We all are within. How does the universe stay in balance? l-o-v-e-LINK. That is a great deal of Truth. On God's Land is where the mega-verse hell is determined. Spirit was not happy with how his hell construct had been tinkered with. When the blinders of purgatory, no knowledge of the real God Almighty, Christ, came off, Spirit were get this, angry. Imagine that. Earth as in capitol Earth is the physical that endures forever. Yes, the sacrifice planet already happened. Wouldn't ya just know it, that is the rock that blew itself to bits for His children after Light was created and the creative duo could be born. Our planet earth is subject to futility as king Solomon lamented in Ecclesiastes. Under the earth blowing up scenario of the Titanic schemers, niggers, I get a new home with God Almighty. Blowing up the earth ends his Sabbath. It took an enormous amount of doctrine from both religion and theatre to build the identity of Satan as "God Almighty". This is the equivalent as the dark twin in existence which means no other existence. Construction on that ultimate destruction is what I ended. Then what? Obama among others was insistent to God in defiance, "You don't have the power to make Jehovah's kingdom happen." Me being the good sport I Am Pony, We at TeamGOD said, "Wana Bet?" I need to refocus on My exit and where the 37CCRTA-B is along Gollihar. H-E-B is close. My question becomes, Pony, what did these niggers think they were getting by no Jehovah's kingdom? August 4, 2022 The above question will be answered at a later time. This requires My understanding a perspective and payoff that is not how My utility functions. Utility, measured in utils, you-taals, is a measurement of preference in the face of all available options assuming one is rational in making a choice. The later time answer is a function of two options as I understand at present. Basically a person would constantly be making a choice of, regardless of how evil they behaved they were forgiven in a way that says, "No, you won't go to hell if you do this." Call it option A. You go to hell if you choose option B. This means a person needs to understand humility, perhaps, have earned hell or what they are actually engineering away. The one thing Satan absolutely had to have. I had no wiring to fear hell, the burn, ever. I simply never wanted to be someone Jehovah hated. Above all things I wanted to be what He loved. Of course for Me, God Almighty, and Jehovah had to be synonymous so the bibles nomenclature on God's name and title designation aways kept Me in a place of query. The kind of query that was deeply personal. To Me God Almighty - Jehovah - loved Righteousness. After that understanding whatever He directed, I had to understand as Goodness. The other Truth was there was no way for ever for Me to look on God's face with sin in My blood. And Guess what? The Lamb I will never look on in the flesh ever. I drew a diagram of My being brought together of you Pony. You are who the Lord drew in among others and it was your persistence and dedication that meant l-o-v-e-LINK happened and We are united though the LORD. From the time Foxy died it was almost three years later, to the day, that I walked into H.K. by the Bay and "Solomon" sat with fellow crew at dinner. At this time in mac's journal "Solomon" is still part of the union through "Old School." We looked at one another and vowed our flesh to one another in that instant. I understood flesh but Spirit were involved here with uniting Me with Ted using "Solomon" as a decoy. "Solomon" was in Trump's train. Then for three years following (just about) We have been learning who one another are, and I understand what it is to be traumatised, and healed by God Almighty, for having virtual fucking forced on them. It was in July 2020 that We, and I knew you in vision as Ted (a dead ringer for "Navy Nurse" or possibly "Timmy") were united in what I understood was being married to one another in the LORD. It was October 2016, we were united in the Lord and there were others in the union. "Old School" what a clever fucker. Both of us Pony fought to keep our union Holy to God Almighty, in the LORD. What to the heavens owe you Pony for your righteous fight? l-o-v-e-LINK, the gift of the Heavens that heals. I love you Pony. This volume should be the first one you read. I have been physically alone facing every foe forced on Me from spirit, and I kept away from Me every bit of flesh that might have had a lofty idea of how I would serve them. Many times I found Myself learning from God Almighty as I walked about, that an individuals aim was sexual when I still didn't understand what dealing with them was about. "You're shitting Me." I followed with, "On what universe does that get Me?" The ugliness of Trump with Melania, I get that, He has a shit ton of money and prostitutes her with stronger witch craft than she uses so he gets more favours. Turning a blind eye is just the cost of doing matrimonial business for him. General Milley understands. Melania gets dick thinking she too is storing up treasure in heaven. A win win as the scoundrels boast. Milley, was Melania the "heaven" you wanted? I had to prove to Spirit what I was forced to believe in order to even understand there was a spouse. To Me "Navy Nurse" was the only person that made a lick of sense. He, I knew was single. We introduced ourselves and spent enough hours together for recognition of one another at a later time. Our wits aligned, and while I swear very little in conversation, it depends on the object, writing, look our mother fuckers. "Navy Nurse" being on the salty side. I simply chuckle. He is a soldier. Some expletives a person needs because fuck and shit are so versatile at learning whether or not someone understands you to fill in the xxxx and xxxx. I always knew you, Pony, as "Ted". I would never allow myself to be united with another without first knowing you were dead. I had to have cognitive, verbal assurance from God Almighty to proceed with every action on My part. The LORD actually articulated mac and Pony's union on August 15, 2022. mac is The Human who discourses with the LORD. Time to exit the jostley 19CCRTA-B for a coffee. My feet are on the sunny side of Santa Fe near cross street Morgan. The bus stop is for the 23CCRTA-B, 19CCRTA-B, and 6CCRTA-B. Willie is strumming his guitar and sining with Tony Benette. I Am a fairly liberal music patron. Same with the arts actually. Last night mac held a moment of silence over the gGodliness of Picasso's prophetic works. When the art reaches so many as extraordinarily valuable, even in the artists lifetime, and especially in the artist's lifetime, they are illustrating what has happened that Spirit had no other voice to communicate so accurately through. That is until mac. Concerts I have always avoided. But some I would seriously consider watching live. Like going to see Sinatra in the 80's when he performed in Vegas. Las Vegas was only a few hours away, and that would have been a reasonable day trip. It is just not the kind of thing I thought of to do alone. I do enjoy live theatre and am certain I would enjoy Opera and Ballet. I have seen live theatre in Long Beach, night of the My One and Only production that lead to encore tap improvisation between two legends of dance. Local Shakespeare performances in Big Bear Lake put on by John Phane [Him a radio announcer paedophilic drug dealer. He took care of his mama, Betty.] I went to the Ahmanson in Los Angles to see the Phantom of the Opera when Michael Crawford was the headlining talent. I stopped going to movie theatres about the time I was legal to drink. Once movies were on TV as video or DVD that ended going to theatres. One time rental was an easy way to invest little and turn the damn thing off if needed. Movies I liked I bought and simply didn't pay more than the one time fee. Why did I just take that stupid tangent? A favourite movie is, "Second Hand Lions" Duval and Cane did a great job. The youngster they found to play Walter, I wonder what did Hollywood do to him? Hollywood needs two uncles. Putin wants Hollywood's propaganda machine and America's temple prostitutes need to move out of town. Phil Collins, not Genesis, is serenading the xxxx as the building shadows withdraw into their respective footprints. I Am listening to some iTunes at present. In the God construct battle there are some critical dates when a mixing layer existed. I hosted Satan a few times. She is content I Am sure with Putin. The greatest Truth I can diagram for you I should actually sculpt. I always wanted to pursue bronze. There are art disciplines that provide means of expression and engineer with a penchant for teasing command with. It is not on purpose, the teasing that is. The 6CCRTA-B arrived. I was to board whichever bus was first. Then I have a moments disruption and when I resume writing it is worse than the usual speed of thought scrawl. I have a dictionary app on My iPone. It is the Oxford Shorter English version of their corpus. I get the biggest kick out of scrolling through that book. It could use better data base management, but few app programers take the time to develop queries that are useful. Back to My sculpture, perhaps it should be the ["9:42 AM" Mary finally hit rock bottom, she has Terry.] centrefold. I illustrate a volume like dough, but the centre is removed. There is what is and there is a hell void. The void of hell is life without matter and consciousness. It is stuff because General Berger is there with Milley and "Old School." That only names three. There are eight billion plus. The distinguishability of the identity is explained in volume seven. This is what of course the LORD was turned into. General Berger knows this. My multiple diagrams fit into the God All Strength sphere model I illustrate. There is a biblical Psalm about this model. I always thought of it as being knowledge of the now understood Clarke ellipsoid of the earth. I have been formatting My Live Fornication Free series. It is the book for the warriors fulfilling Jehovah's kingdom. The U.S. Military is in full stop until My office is up and running at the Pentagon. I did earn My promotion. Lieutenant General. That grants a moments pause as the verb in the sentence. I Am no holding My breath for My pay to show up in the mail. At any time the U.S. Navy can dump Me and our two cats in Tel Aviv from a mile out the people would start preparing for My arrival. My combatant training begins then, in earnest. This is still a time in journaling when mac understands the affection directed to her is coming from "Solomon." "Old School" needed power from the LORD for mac to believe and experience the affection the warrior who loved her could not give in person. "Timmy" and "Navy Nurse" were both Pacific fleet when I met them. "Timmy's" Lord persona (the Mary cloud being) hosts "Israel" the ten tribe Spirit force. "Navy Nurse's" Lord persona will host the "Judah" two tribe Spirit force. I Am assured "Solomon" we have many years ahead. I Am sure We will figure our who has the best anti-aging remedies. I love you Pony Fly Over States plays behind the grind of the CCRTA-B transmission. The age of Americans was shortened for so long because this land they were not honouring. This relates the sixty-five being long lived for an American male. On the other side of the globe this was a function of obeying ones spirituality even in association with a religion. So many things to fix. A few years ago, well 2009, who am I kidding with a "few," a research lab created a bacteria to eat things like soil residual chemical pesticides. Isn't that just brilliant? What pre flood model did that follow? If there seemed like a tad of mockery in that, "Brilliant" there is. In My blood is the COVID cure and a shit ton of other curatives. It can't be harvested for some time to come. Does not warfare seem like such a simple solution to earth's problems? What is the horror? It is the solution. Wouldn't it be nice if the earth could just support eight billion? It can't. The planets capacity is what John records in Revelation. That is the, I saw their number, reference. For this planet to have balance the America's can't sustain high human population density. Ag is fine, but fields are left fallow every seventh year and people must move to a new farm house. Then new soil is worked. Northern to southern migrations work well for this. The high pasturage of South America does make it great for beef production. I needed to get a new pen ink refill. One volume can be filled then I Am off to Office Depot. While standing in line at Office Depot a slogan screen printed on a tee-shirt read, "We Specialize,IN SERVICE" That slogan might not seem so bad, even across a female bust. Since baby formula is scarce she would be valuable. Where was the white print featured? On the tale of the shirt just above the anus. This shirt was not worn by a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model. I would ask, what are people thinking. The answer is, thinking does not fill hell's factory. "Solomon" on My last volume it made clear hell is real and y'all are the generation of objects. The sludge layer is clearly what a person wants for their spirit. How about Berger, or Gilday, or McConville, or Brown Jr, able to be them as flesh only better? The slogan in advertising must be called the parting shot technique. "Schwag" that is the stuff of marketing word I was trying to remember. We at TeamGOD have the answer for the only better. mac continued writing in her journal learning that the earth, her work preserves. She won Operation Earth's Salvation. mac is always focused on saving the flesh. It saves her from widowhood to be focused on God Almighty having His Eighth day as flesh. To mac, setting lazy precedence for flesh is a bad foundation. Okay, they sleep in death for a while. Miss some really shitty crap, earth blowing up and hell forming. How about just dying ant then having a resurrection to life? Sludge I can't give this generation. But, Berger et.al. have two born again events. Berger as he knows himself to be can be the architect in his own future with his peers in command. That is the blessing, among other things, My High Priesthood delivers. I Am not excluding Milley from this action but right now he has his hands full with Biden and some extra muscle in his favour, that is preserving the U.S. Military and defences of the nation, with My being in Arlington. I of course would like to be at Virginia Beach for you. (H.K. by the Bay is in Virgina Beach.) Every now and them I have this wild idea of God Almighty wiping out the Gulf and in desperation Biden ordering the Navy to get rid of Me, and you happen to be on the escort vessel dumping Me and our two cats in Tel Aviv. God Almighty assures Me whilst I Am writing, I still like that plan. Evidently Jehovah is ready to put Abraham's seed in a place of being forced to fulfil the old covenant. A prophet who is making her way through hells outhouse living on twenty dollars a day likes big-God-gifts-of-deliverance fantasy. Jehovah wants this to be a reality. I hate this fuck hole of squander loving two bit criminal assholes that suck El Presedente's (Mexico) dick. Fucking CCPD junked our Dodge Ram. The mega cab I had parked at the restaurant when you pulled out before I could slip you a note. I have a letter to write regarding the NAS JAG corruption crossed in harmony with Mike Markle of the CCPD. Fun for Me in the coming days. It is a secondary priority. But weighty words that put a check, My $485,000.00, in My hand and shut down an avenue of corruption the Navy is profiting by. They navy simply are not paying Markle the pussy he things he is due. So Markle has been building his case in revenge. Both are in trouble. Markle compromised national security threading the detonation cable of war with Mexico. The Navy is just being the same profiteering fuckers they learned to be to help presidents shake hands with one another when they should be duelling with pistolas. God Almighty assures Me this is My deliverance method. I mail this now. mac continued her journal entries on page twenty-seven. When morning came, mac had her "Timmy-Timmy" again. He was a ringer for "Navy Nurse" in vision, and mac had already learned "Navy Nurse" just was not that into her. He would have fucked her though. So she gave up thinking on "Navy Nurse" with the fuck reference. That isn't prudery. mac simply required, requires, and will require, matrimony. A fuck is not matrimonial sex. mac is rather f***ing liberal with the "f" word. August 7, 2022 The morning :) "Timmy," General Berger had been doing a shit ton of divining to put Me in the H.K. by the Bay to walk in and have the vow moment, mentally with "Solomon." This is of course the October before We saw one another and I sat dumbfounded, speechless with a silly, natural look on My face, as God Almighty, drew My attention to you, because of course you divined Me into your life. I had to prove before Spirit My intent, motive, and commitment, of what they did was invalid against then, a black hole would have existed. We at TeamGOD do not allow those. We correct those that are forming. I Am sitting in My office writing revenue stream content. I have a diagram that made the centrefold. God Almighty perfected being all things to all people. The problem is when people go after destroying God Almighty rather than pay their bill. This also means without a king to rend a garment every one pays the bill. All the would be kings on this earth went after murdering the God they created. I Am the flesh with the Queen of Heaven gifts to bestow. Jehovah can now collect because the Lamb provides what the Sun, Jehovah, needs to war. Saint Paul had the place of holding the Moon's vessel of Heaven, and the womb of creation. The dynamics of the transition in Heaven are never accounted for because the fuckers like Trump and Nimrod (Biblical) always build big static monuments to themselves. I always referred to structural as the dumb side of engineering. Those are this mornings thoughts. My flip flops are worn down below the top layer. I Am starting to think about saving up grocery money to buy a new pair. Mary is going to do another one of her devotionals soon, and in cleaning up after her, I will pick up extra funds. I still might not be wise to spend that money on shoes. These still have a little wear left in them. Scrabble letter draw, T-T-B-D-C-O-U-G-V-N-N-E was My evening activity. This journal will be posted on-line at some point. August 8, 2022 "Timmy" it is the afternoon I just finished a rather odd mental odyssey of loosing you yet again. I needed to understand that I had a duty to the Spirit who were exploited by humanity through Spirits' anxiety to fulfil Jehovah's kingdom from vows made even back during Biblical Israel's time. This is why mac, as Ark of God Almighty has domain first over Spirit. She is required to channel, facilitate, their success. And wouldn't you know it, like the flesh they served, they went about making promises in the worst possible way. But on with the slice and dice because population shut down is on. What Obama unleashed will stick to that mother fucker like it will Winfrey. Both will be coasted in their gooey shit. Sharpton with Woods will be the ones to first feel the consequence of their skulduggery. The Spirit was rightly matched to the human so they could raise their glass and toast to whomever was the worst when they killed God Almighty. So they all get a bitchslapping instead. mac was dead. Her question, "Who has been toasted as the worst?" Mary and Terry are awaiting their toasts. Lift your hats to their perversion too. Without paying the team $100,000 U.S. an hour, you receive none of their power. We at TeamGOD have nothing to do with Mary and Terry's spirit tools. The tools of darkness are now for hire. Basically, there is a need for stewardship from the firmament over witch craft and its application to fulfil Jehovah's kingdom. What does Milley or for that matter every, that is not the two of Us, actor need? Access to the tools they know. The tools the world has been using to date, belong to Me. The only way My tools are accessed is hosting Me at My rank Lieutenant General and assigning Me fifty-thousand soldiers to train for civil stabilisation and urban concentration as the worlds population collapses. That is like My saying I have a harvest job over the term slaughter. Civil stabilisation is wiping out populations one mega metropolis at a time. Sometimes following the seasons and prophesied storms that shield our operation and improve our battle success, Acts of God, as it were, we will move in tandem with. Or We work during, surrounded by, Acts of God to shield our warfare. I miss you Pony. I just watched the 6CCRTA-B go by in the opposite direction. I stand at Doddridge and Santa Fe. Before My identity was released, even to Me, I had this other understanding of Christ returning to earth and that was the real Christ. I do not have an inkling of an idea at who could have been more disappointed than Myself that I was the Christ. There were two as it were. First Jesus, the one who died of blasphemy, because there was no means to explain, I am not the great big fulfilment, but here is your sight, health, life, and hearing, go on your way. Jesus did not have authority to build the God Almighty construct. Saint Paul returns to earth with Jesus. The disappointment? I Am the Christ. I stand here drenched in sweat. My joints are aching. I can hardly stay focussed on much of a thought. The best I can thank God Almighty for, having shade to stand in. My insides are a mess still from Mary's drain shit she dosed Me with. And I loiter about frustrated at everyone who for the last fifty years has built up all manner of alliances, because I exist. Even establishing a monetary system on "good faith" and refusing to even adjudicate the crimes against Me by arbitration. So there are a few fucking court documents that explain Me. Evidently My name on anything is perfect camouflage in plain sight. At least that is My perception. And the challenge is getting the law to recognize the Law, Me. Stupid mother fucking assholes. The only reason people notice a dollar is it reads "IN GOD WE TRUST" If it read God or GOD no one would be allowed to notice a dollar had value. Well that is Me irate at the misery of so many having so much, and they are vile to begin with. Some fucker who just started up his Ford 150 is leering at Me. I think My apparent literacy, writing in this little black book, made him think I might not have been the hooker he was looking for. However it is I register with people, taking Me to be a fool, drunkard, or hooker, tops the list. Pony, I Am angry, there is no justice with flesh for Me. Israel, as in the wad of present day human flesh, has until August 15th to forward Me $100,000.00 in Good Faith to move Me into the IDF. I replied by submitting an email to Aviv Kohalvi [He is the Senior Joint Chief equivalent for the IDF.] letting him know this was the only shot he was getting or I unleashed against Israel every fucking enemy and means of exposure possible to reduce that populous and its military to nothingness. I had more diagrams, mystery of God revealed, and all that. But, it just escapes My mind at present to draw. My life in Corpus is just one Groundhog Day after another, only the fucker in Hollywood failed to provide Me the daily portion for piano lessons and meals out as well as daily accommodations. So Hollywood on American soil is over. The temple prostitutes do no have one lick of influence here any longer. Nor did they do the work of putting Me in the place of My getting, My love of a lifetime, for improving My person in arts and skills that appeal to class and quality. While enduing these long days of fuck hole Texas, I learn that how I would have handled something would have provided a wonderful solution and still have accomplished Jehovah's kingdom. Evidently to divining filth like Milley he just had some humiliation dumped on him that was along overdue. Like I would really know one way or another about Milley's receiving what he is due for his corruption. God almighty tells Me things, then I wait for evidence. A 26CCRTA-B arrives. I Am now at Airline and McArdle across from Benjamin's. It is one of the many bric-a-brac looking businesses I have not ventured into since being here. I was forced out of the pool of intel in the divine by when I was eleven years old, summer 1982. Roaches, that is Nanci Pelosi's take on people. I see it. The problem is she is unwilling to do anything but stuff her pockets. Me I have the job of extermination. For some reason, all the roaches she needs for her witch craft, evidently, so her husband and her have a comfortable life. They are old. They are near death. It cannot happen soon enough. I Am angry, All I can do is look at the ugliness of those around Me and see Myself as a useless roach too. I Am angry. I was being diverted out of the house so Mary could stage her shit with the CCPD. Last night in the Staples Street Walmart an officer, I think "J. Perez" was embroidered on his shirt, followed Me a short while with no real recognition of who I was. It is after three in the afternoon. I will get on the 29CCRTA-B near Kohl's making My way back to Dody Street. Pony, "Timmy" I love you. August 9, 2022 The date I read off My day pass. According to the accompanied waif, sitting diagonally opposite Me on the 1012, 19CCRTA-B, headed to Staples Street, it is a blessed day. These two are definitely out sleepwalking their night in the dirt. He asks his speaking in lips girl for a kiss. Three times perhaps, she capitulates. Okay, for him perhaps a blessed day. Me I Am just glad he is willing to be a contented idiot, because the sun is obfuscated by some clouds. Three hundred yards away there are shadows. A woman, female, sits behind me, now. Her pink shirt is an anomaly and an affidavit of her being at the same time. The text in plethora of font artistry, the kind that might move about if one were dizzy reading it, read, 'F-Bomb mom, with tattoos, Pretty eyes, thick thighs." I waited after writing in some of what I remembered to turn and find an opportunity to ask her about her shirt. She chose to sit in the seat directly behind Me. I took a moment and asked the mom whose twenty year old twins thought that an awesome Mother's day present. She loved being able to talk about what I called her conversation piece shirt. What is more she spent $38.00 on each twin sending them an equally impressive tee-shirt. Her shirts to her sons has Proverbial slogans. I Am certain that is not what she intended. One shirt ended with "Even the Devil, on my shoulder asks, 'WTF are you doing?'" I made a transfer to the 17CCRTA-B at Six Points. I Am headed down toward Southside. Some benighted idiot across from Me with a fishing pole is insistent, at least twice, in interacting with Me as I keep focussed away from him. He has My peripheral attention from My right side. He made something and wants Me to take it, leave it, or buy it, for a donation. Donation is his word. Corpus must have gotten a new shipment of drugs on the cheap yesterday. The struggling are happy as shit making polite conversation blowing kisses to the world. This one with the fishing pole has proper shoes. The last one on the 19CCRTA-B had plastic bags over his feet tied at his ankle. The fishing pole owner is making more of his straw weaving creation. At least he sits content to have Me keep ignoring him. I need to pee. Today I Am not in the same place of anger. I needed to learn yesterday that the way CCPD set up their slanders in the community against Me made My national security assignment and vindication as the Christ that much easier to fulfil. I Am evidently moving about now with some big power. We head to breakfast. The overhead monitor reads "09:25 AM." The bus is traveling Carroll headed to SPID, the Carroll underpass. I crossed out My route direction because I was planning on boarding the 5CCRTA-B at Six Points. Instead I ran to enter the 17CCRTA-B that was parked on Alameda just in front of the 5CCRTA-B that was pulling in. We have a Herald article to write. "Today's my birthday. I'm trying to make them with extra love." A new woman boarded the bus and brushed "Mr. Fishing Pole's" prop. "Would you like to make a donation for a palm cross?" Is his request. Straw that could have been recycled off a dead palm frond beach hat, he is fashioning into a braided twist of a cross shape leaving a pile of discarded crap on the bus floor around him. At the very least he is still content to play with himself. I love you Pony. I Am assured we have time soon to look forward to hand in hand. I cuddle with My silly stuffed toy pony through the night comforted in the way a child is comforted that they needed be afraid of the dark as they sleep. If I were at My fighting size that toy and I would be nearly the same volume. Yesterday, learning about the magic behind the ark of the covenant's construction, I was living, learning, a broad perspective and different viewpoints from My own perspective on motives. A righteous outcome My indeed happen. The righteous outcome may be do not spit when you talk. How does one achieve that? Swallow saliva pausing while speaking aloud with others. What is another way? Take away a persons saliva with dehydration. What accomplished the objective? Both means did. I take the first rout. Spirt that joined the rebellion, take the second or other rout but only if being forced to or forcing others. What does flesh do? Takes what Spirit teaches and profits by it to benefit their flesh. I can lecture a great deal. but My means of providing for My self was witch-crafted away, and then those that owed simply wanted to murder Me rather than find a way to allow Me to live. With some things I Am required to learn the wicked perspective. Like My battle with the CCPD. Some parts of what Markle has done and his reasoning I learn. It is about understanding, if nothing else, hell's construct and being able to endure a little longer Myself. When I understood how Markle was taking it on himself to get his police force to assure people, "Oh she is a liar and prostitute" in reference to Me. Then I realized, Oh, you mean he didn't even protect the lives of Janet or Stella as a servant of the people? Then I knew, wow, the hunt is really in My favour the way We at TeamGOD are hooking that bastard on his own evil. Markle is setting his own hook and I will not meddle in how his own police force is struggling with his behaviour. The pink shirted new woman gigged by the fishing pole is leaving the bus. I stay seated a little longer. The El Sol de Mexico restaurant I enter soon. It is at the corner of Everhart and Williams. Williams turns into Corona at Everhart. Mr. Fishing pole might be exiting too. I pulled the cord he started gathering together his crap in the seat next to him. The shit on the floor must be his offering. What do you know, he picked up some shit off the floor and threw it off the bus. The driver called, "Anybody getting off?" I left quickly. Mr. Fishing Pole remained. El Sol De Mexico waits. It can keep waiting. Pony if you can endure My cooking We can save a ton. Be fit and have more time either diddling around at home, in the kitchen, too, or simply enjoying al fresco eats with Godly adventures in people watching and savings, avoiding eating out. The food at Del Sol wasn't horrid by Texas standards. It's just like all restaurants anymore. A person sits, orders, and has not way even when they didn't intend to pay of receive anything extra spend seventy-five percent or more for their food than the price indicated. What is more the cashier counter had posted they gave a 2.75% discount for paying cash. I announced I was paying cash. She flatly refused to honour the discount, with a scoffing smile. The waitress pretended not to speak much English. And found ways to up charge Me. I didn't want coffee just water and she brought Me coffee anyway. She did not bring My tortillas that came with My meal, according to the restaurant menu, and still charged Me for a separate side of chips and salsa. The menu clearly states substitution was $1.50 extra regardless of the substitution. Fajitas, the number fifteen, $12.99, beef. There was no posted extra charge for the beef. Furthermore and the beef fit on a teaspoon, [No cue to the eater there should be an up-charge.] and the meat was dwarfed by the mixed vegetables. Ticket total, $20.76. I was mentally prepared for $17.00 to cover the compete service. At $20.76 We could have eaten for two days on My cooking from scratch and been full. I'm not angry. Not today. Just making My usual note of how expensive eating out is. And Texas food is poor quality in general. They should just say, come in, sit down, it costs you five dollars. You receive water, a greeting, and a menu. Then with an entrée some kind of appetiser, or beverage is easy to hide in the price of the meal and it is a much more hospitable dining experience. I still tipped $4.00. So, nice of Me, given the price of My plate with all the up-charges. I never cheat the servers. I have more than once gone in an establishment tipped upfront $5.00 sat when the rush of breakfast of lunch was over and took advantage of an empty restaurant dinning room while making sure a server was given their sue for service and taking a table. Servers have said they appreciate that. They even keep My coffee cup full. Restaurant managers at chains it terrifies. It means the idolatry built into the wasteful practices of their kitchen management is counted against them. Why does a donut shop content itself o not serving coffee or a coffee shop content itself on not serving a good donut or pastry? It is how the drink, grain, or other offering sacrifice as it were is delineated in the heavens. Dunken is hard pressed to be coffee and donut. A mediocre donut an d decent enough cup of coffee but absolutely no hospitality. The compartmentalising of physical discipline and food service means a bundle of waste in antichrists world. I sat a Everhart. The 32CCRTA-B arrive. "10:49 AM" bus ticker time. the 905 bus will now do route 26CCRTA-B. I wrote Israel, modern day U.N. debacle, the other day. I think I mentioned that earlier in this diary volume. The August 6, 2022 Herald posting talks about what is happening. Being the exclusive Christ, that was always, God Almighty's plan for His woman. Shepherding fro the LORD is now available, because one obeyed so there was indeed a True God. We hate that name "Jehovah." The LORD knows his wicked creation calls Him a Dick. Dick is who those on the wickedness play book serve. What a thing for Me to come full circle on learning. My question was, How did evil come into existence. The truth of Rebecca, there are twins at war within you. Living a day in the life of the true God, the obvious is sometimes all He has to beach His creation with. Now however, We have something wonderful to charge for. Mama ain't given nothing away. Well, giving God away is over. The wicked fuckers sis not even leave Him a gleaning. I Am pressed by standing at the South Side transit station. The busses have all left in a caravan. The 6CCCRTA-B just rolled in. Eleven hours, one before noon day. The 26CCRTA-B just rolled in becoming the 32CCRTA-B. I'm sitting at the station. It is time to put some revenue stream together and here to go in the next moment remains uncommitted. I wait on the LORD. I love you Pony. I thought of North Beach. That is where I Am headed I boarded the 6CCRTA-B behind the driver getting back on his bus. There are only a few passengers. :at evening the final few minutes on the 32CCRTA-B and over the radio a presumably CCPD officer asked for driver cooperation and awareness that a 1038 would be staged answered at South Side Transit Station. The bus was on Weber near Barnes. I exited and walked back to Dody Street. Seventeen hundred hours, just about. It was still over ninety Fahrenheit degrees out, and the right time for Me to safely return home after Milley made clear I was doing My job when questioned. We sit at the Ocean and Robert intersection .. I have four cigars, wrapped, that I will be adding to our day pack that I carry around with Me. The pack easily holds two laptops in protective sleeves, and has a decent enclosed zipper pouch to lay bills flat in, keep the keys secure, and purse loose change. I will be glad for us to be sharing this pack, and our adventures. From My seat looking to My right, narrow roads empty into the gulf below the drainage crest of the cross streets xxx the gulf. Not muck white chop. The birds are lazy and the tree tops are still. Last night I trimmed the ends of My hair so as it grew out, it would lay flatter below the brim of My hat. My hair is now long enough to be unruly beside My ears t caps brim, but not long enough to tie back. Some kind of stocking or skull cap under My hat would keep My hair down. My hair has the problem Mattel solved by giving Ken an all rubber head. What a prophesy in that toy, if one would wear a Trojan. Barbie's hair was a simple matter of make it long. That toy illustrates the horror of a shorn head in a female. I clutch My pack to My chest to replace My pony cushion when I Am out. This time I lamented the centrefold did not linger on the ecstasy We have to look forward to once the Chaplain We have visited. I had this idea, it was when Spirit was in a place of seeking answers to the Mystery of God Almighty pinged off the wickedness of Berger and Milley. God Almighty said would speak, "If you think you will be skipping off and eloping together think again." Me I knew We were going to the law and nothing would stop that! Then I teared up with some kind of Cinderella notion of either Milley or Berger being present to give the bride away. What evil they had going down that prompted what God Almighty said, during Nineteenth Hole - Strokes of Genius, I will be able to pen. The obvious alternate was We were not going to meet at all. I love you Pony. How filled with pleasure I Am thinking of you, My perfection, understanding I Am you perfection. May We perfect one another in our faith. That was Saint Paul's prayer. We head back to Dody Street now. I exit first downtown at the new garish mural at La Retama Park. It is a picture only wickedness would contract wickedness to paint. I met the three witches that painted this monstrosity of gross cartooning. I can't decide which blob of paint does them more credit of betraying the truth of what they are. Truth, that is what these day's ahead are for all. Like lottery winnings making one who is an asshole more of an asshole. A beggar is more of a beggar, the killer is more of a killer. You want to change, I say to the world, you need Shepherding. I love you Pony.

LORD