Manifest Destiny Volume Seven

Volume Seven The divine gift of endurance to fulfil one's manifest destiny. - Bunny's August 9, 2022 opening sentiment. August 10, 2022 My dear Pony endure the "Timmy" reference please, just a little while longer. First there is the cry, "How long? How much longer until our blood is avenged?" Then it is a little while longer. Pony, I begin with a mumsy anecdote. Mary chopped what she claimed was a copperhead snake that was mowed over by Abel Valenzuela, or San Marcos Texas, who took over the construction project when Fred Garza finally had enough of needed to do according to contract. (Yes, I watched over the work being done and made home repairs when they were all done, including what the Jehovah's Witnesses volunteered to do for Mary as a needy widow when I was working in Houston.) I found a family investment project in Uhland Texas (It carelessly gets called Kyle.) The presence of copperheads is likely. Cottonmouth were in that neighbourhood but rattlesnakes were far more likely. Once the venomous snake was mowed over, the exposed muscle and torn skin might have made a certain identification unlikely. I doubt she looked specifically for the rattle on the tail. The property met every requirement Mary ever claimed to demand or complain about not having. This takes in consideration the constant complaints about the A-Frame on the North Shore area, Pupukea subdivision, of Oahu that was exactly as she and My father had ordered on the vacant lot they purchased. Carl Reinhart was the builder according to her. I was not yet born. They moved in according to her the night of the first lunar walk. The snake is significant. Her declaration and confession to Me was, "I am making people perceive you and believe about you, you are as undesirable as a venomous pit viper, and they will thank me, as Abel did about the snake writhing snake from being under his blade, for my chopping up you putting you in bags as I did chopping the snakes head off with the shovel and scooped it into a plastic bag. I will toss you in the garbage in pieces." Mary does perceive herself as the Christ and of course refuses to declare it. If she declared it she would be killed in mob violence. Spirit would stir up flesh to be sure a false Christ was murdered. One of those events in the past was recorded and became gospel. Mary has a freezer in her room to keep body parts in until she can put me out with three cycles of trash collection. Mary understands no human would look for Me. Every human, sans My military unit, is looking to murder Me. I Am not defenceless. The Lord is the one that took the twisted generation that maps with Mary and morphed Jehovah into a horror of a being. The sun, was in a helpless mass. She filled up the LORD placeholder with every vile thing, abusing her daughter and parents. This put Me in a place of debt for going after being approved of by the Lamb. My God construct meant that Righteousness was what He loved and He hated what was bad. The Lord was taken down that was one part of antichrist. Then I needed to go after learning and doing in obedience so who Mary was, a serial killer - among other things even the CCPD claims is illegal and professes as undesirable behaviour- could be made manifest before Heaven. Until I was born, because of Satan being god of the world all Mary's prayers of heart were forged on the Lamb to uphold. This short time, since the Lamb's being released from purgatory, and then My bing appointed sole Christ, My deeds in obedience, Mary was also required to dance to. She built the squander methodology, and one person was always in a place of being able to restore Jehovah so His kingdom could be established. The 1007 bus display reads "10:56 AM" I Am on My way on the 23CCRTA-B into Staples Street station. Pony, the "Timmy" mystery is solved. I had it penned once about you Pony, being the genetics of the Spirit consciousness of "Timmy." "Timmy" physically was everything I described. Then Pony, I compared him to what I knew of you in vision. Pony, Putin is somehow responsible, in some way for seeing to it I Am moved from America's soil, relocated to Moscow. I sit on the 29CCRTA-B. It is still before noonday here. Pony, the Lord, picked you out. Jehovah is fulfilling our being brought together. August 12, 2022 It is after noon. Pony, I looked up some things. One was s-o-m-b-r-e-r-o. That is what the incompetent who was making crosses on his birthday could have been recycling. Mary created a vile culture of bacteria from some sour cream in the kitchen fridge. She dumped it in My ready-to-go chocolate milk, I mix and sip on. I was a wizards duel, take one for the team, moment against My flesh. This morning We went out to put some pathogens in Me so My body wins and is stronger. A shit storm is going on at Dody Street. I must have missed My opportunity at the 17CCRTA-B. What is up right now other than the temperature, I Am clueless. August 15, 2022 Looking at the last line I wrote It is a relief and joy that My last day's were spent sequestered at Dody Street typing up My love note first volume to you, and working through clues to the puzzle when so obvious was the picture. I was so willing to say, "Chuck-it" As in, "I'm done so I burn this place, Dody Street, to the ground before I go?" Arson is against the law of course, but so is littering and this morning an old bus pass left behind on the bus bench on Staples Street South, near Weber, on the down town bound side of the Street, a gust of wind pushed out of My fingers and chasing after that rubbish I did not do. I littered, technically. Pony, I need you to forgive how I could not see how Me an American could end up in Russia to retrieve My Russian spouse and bring him back to Our home in America. Me of little faith. Well, let's just see how fast all progress now that what two nations divined to fulfil Jehovah's kingdom can be fulfilled. The bus driver got irritated as Me when I insisted on using up My change card's first. A day pass is $1.75. Go ahead call it expensive. I do. I wouldn't be if a day pass served a twenty-four hour period. It should be a buck fifty and serve twenty-four hours. The automated bus announcement played, "Approaching Six Point's area." I was going to feed the machine the dollar in My hand first, but once I fed it the dollar if the driver decided to act on being the bitch she is, I would have been handed a one time non-refundable nor exchangeable with up charge to a day pass, ride ticket and another change card. That means bus riding today would have cost Me $2.50 and the bitch would have loved, revelled in her, bitchiness, gloating over God Almighty and the Lamb how superior she was to them for being nasty to Me legally. A passenger just gave up her seat to accommodate a wheel-chaired passenger. The driver demanded even another passenger give up a second wheelchair accommodating place. It was God Almighty that cued Me to wait on depositing the dollar, I waited, held it, used up the three twenty-five cent change cards, then dropped in the dollar. The difference is in the automated process and the drivers desire to take the dollar and not deal with My inserting the change chards, too, or give Me a day pass. She rebuked Me, My obedience to Jehovah, what an idiot. Staples Street station is the next stop for this 29CCRTA-B. I Am not certain where I head next but I will have that direction when needed. It depends on the curses We catch as We approach. I was checked out this AM by a CCPD "Supervisor" patrol while I was rounding Weber's street corner a the Staples Street intersecting walk on foot passing the taco stand to wait for the bus. I then crossed the street to take the opposite bound 29CCRTA-B, to arrive at Staples Street Station. I'm on the 21CCRTA-B. It is the 717 bus that generally does the 27CCRTA-B route. In volume two I wrote a note about Trump. A word is at this time illegible to Me. I Am assured I will be able to decipher it. Today for the first time I feel like a whole person. The driver of this bus is in training. My cheeks are not clinched together nor My fists in anticipation of terror. I get off. Habitat for Humanity stop Comanche and Coke as the boarder is vile. We will miss each other. Habitat for Humanities re-Store is closed. what needed to happen was I not linger at Staples Street Station and not pick up the 27CCRTA-B from Staples Street Station and not pick up the 27CCRTA-B from Staples Street Station, its point of beginning. Because of the construction, reconstruction, on Leopard, the route 27CCRTA-B is diverted to cover part of the 21CCRTA-B route. I sit on the downtown side, to be in the shade, But I need to hop-up quick when the 27CCRTA-B that will be making its was to Robstown and returning through here in just a few minutes. I watched My anticipated bus travel past to Staples Street Station as I was walking back from the Habitat for Humanity door. Insignificant bits to write about. But bits of observation that mean clarity or confusion to one who is not here but learning the miles I have traveled. Clues are posted with the hours out and about of how long I spend jostling around and sitting in the heat and then the sprints in between stops to have the kind of timing I prefer, which is arrive, look, and there she is, the bus to catch to the next direction. Sometimes perfect timing means I Am at a stop to engage a specific asshole in dialogue, or simply let them do the ever popular stand-by, "Oh I know I am more righteous than you act." That act comes from their corrupted heart and sin is one hell of a master that perverts even good deeds mapping them to bad motives because a bad motive is what sin needs to do a "good" deed. Corpus experienced soaking rain over yesterday's duration. it is still ninety degrees out and most of yesterday it was well over eighty even while rain drops fell in the streets. I boarded the 28CCRTA-B. It passes the through here, on detour route as well. I is a short bus headed to Navigation Road traveling Up River Road. The 27CCRTA-B still has not been by. How far I ride I Am not certain yet. I Am reminded of My aversion of taking a spouse from someone else's nation. Years ago I met a Jehovah's Witness who was certain she was going to lead Me back to the "truth" and caring for My mother properly. Living near San Marcos at the time in Uhland right at the time Foxy died. [My mare. Foxy was her barn nick name.] My tragedy was her perfect timing event to "befriend" me. She had married an Eastern European named Vladimir. She called him "Vlad," and met him while going to an assembly in Ukraine. My opinion was she did a predatory deed against the happily ever after due a Ukrainian female looking for her prince charming. A spouse from Jehovah in the Jehovah's Witnesses religion. Miss America traveled, got her male and moved him back to America to live in squaller. He spoke English weakly and was out of place as a provider in this country. But he did provide what he could honourably. She was plenty capable of employment but threw work away to be a shinning star of the congregation, a pioneer. What happened with her? she couldn't get dick nor someone to flip the bill for her life without prostituting herself and that meant she could not be a good standing Jehovah's Witness without a double life. The males in that religion of her age are so gross in their bachelorhood even she was not settling for one of them. So she went to Eastern Europe to an assembly, a social star for supporting the persecuted brother hood, [Support presumably by being an extra body in a seat with a smile.] and brought back her male to the land of the free. Fuck you whore! Their couple lifestyle, in a run-down-rental house in San Marcos, was Lord approved for the standard of not being obsessed with the things of this world. It is the same cult crap that is flat our against the blessing of worshipping the LORD when the LORD has not been morphed by flesh going after sin's rewards in their worship. This does merit a Herald article. The way he was underutilised and the way they lived, to Me, meant he was clearly being exploited. He was the bread winner and she obviously didn't even know how to prepare food to feed them they could afford. I learned to cook from scratch and feed two people two protein meals, hot, each day on forty dollars a week feeding My mother and I seven days a week, I still at twenty with these skills was not in the pool for a spouse in that religion. This bitch served warmed over restaurant leftovers from the previous night. On the tinny pay he earned, why the fuck were they eating out? She was not a home maker. He was younger than her too, so that helped her push her weight around I Am sure. She complained about not getting along well with her father. I Am not surprised. He must have told her no. Her mother could not control her teen rebellion and she, Miss America, was raised in the "truth." From My perception of taking spouses from other countries, unless I was moving permanently to his shore, How was I to say, "I have a young beautiful Russian who will be returning with Me to America." My refusal to process the idea was out of distain for trafficking and stealing good, marriage can bring, to the people in a nation who have reason to be there to begin with. I certainly am exonerated of all forms of prejudice as long as My sex semaphore list is satisfied. The problem with black male is black males are feminine. That is a period. black females are masculine. That is a period. It is what Spirit built. A male with hair on his back is feminine. Without Me being in a place to offer a good living for both of us, how could I possibly take a person from where they can do so much for another in their own home land. A county marshal patrol is behind Me in the parking lot of Villa and Leopard, or was when i sat down at the stop. I will take the 27CCRTA-B out to Robstown when it arrives. I made a loaf of bread last night in Our bread machine. My best flavoured loaf yet. A genuine crusty with soft white interior French bread. Through marriage evidently the two super powers get a boost, kinda. I wrote that thinking of how much of a military force the world over it takes to wipe out population in Holy warfare which is what is happening in urban areas under My command. I require fifty-thousand to heal North America's soil. What I did some unpleasant miles over after writing the "boost" remark as if positive. The two nations witch crafted over Me to destroy one another from the inside. The United States to destroy Russia the Russians to destroy the United States and the Queen would be saved with much new lands for her realm. Bitch you were required to wipe out Africa and India. You useless trash. Fuck you Queeny of England. Let your puking sons suck on that. Pony, We get our back pay for My ten years as Brigadier General and with My promotion, Lieutenant General, in July, I Am thinking We should shop for a boat, at some point. Because CCPD or a benefactor for the City of Corpus Christi is paying that $485,000.00 owed. A handle bar moustached littering male of Mexican decent, just dropped his Kleenex rubbish on the bus floor after he watched Me pick up a banana peel and produce grocery bag refuse pair from the bus seat in front of his rear corner situation. I masked up with a bus provided face cover and used the mask bag to stuff, compacting, the refuse on the remaining bus seat so I could sit with relative comfort in this crowded route out Leopard. Boo yah! I just dealt with another cursing asshole and I have spoken with him cordially months before. I greeted him before sitting. Then he raised his hands with Kleenex loosely in his fingers and with the gestures of a flautist he dumped the tissue watching it descend to his toes. And by the next stop was standing at the side rear door to exit. I Am starting to feel a little hunger and I didn't even look over My shoulder to notice the Marshal's being parked while I boarded this bus. It is time for a few calories. "Q Productions" is in front of Me. The bus stopped for a moment. The flautist left the bus at the next available stop from My sitting down. A male and female couple took the flautists seat. They were evidently of the sin feed queued to deliver Me a new round of, "This is our town" grief. The dude in the duo was intoxicated. First he put his feet up putting the souls of his feet in contact with My hip. They were both petite; compared to Me. Next he attempted to elbow My hat off My head whilst stumbling up to the front of the bus as it traveled. He used the surrounding grab bars and handles proximal to My head to make his clumsy departure. No, he did not stumble like that when they took the seat. Quick and deft into position and then the act started. He retuned with his mask and the female kept apologising for him, "Sorry mama." I assured her without flinching or offering My hand for assistance, that he needs space for his condition to wear off is understandable. She had a quails egg protrusion on her right brow near her temple that was still red. Ah, the next generation. To make conversation she said she loved My hat. "The design was cute." I thanked her without hiding that "cute" made Me laugh and told her, "I don't think the Marine Corps would call it "cute"" but I appreciated the positive acknowledgement and would take it with Me as a complement. Then I told her with quite gestures and a joke most of the time I walk around town just hoping people notice the bird whilst I shared the obvious gesture from My right hand without much enthusiasm, as if I was waving to a large audience seated away from her. As I exited the bus she said, "Ggod bless you mama." loudly. I interpreted God as her meaning directed at Me. That is My office. And said proudly, "He always does." I waved all five with smiles as I exited the bus at H-E-B out Leopard at Calallen. I just left Fantasy Island. mac's journal does not mention that dynamic duo. After the flautist that mac referenced as a Mexican, boring, in her love letter to Pony, she continued writing from his bus exit. We are now approaching "Norte Camino Padre Island." I watched the highway extend in front of My view as the bus traveled across it. Frame of reference matters in understanding who is moving. The rear of the busses have facing seating forming an alley to the back row maximising the rear wheel wells. I Am on the drivers side facing the passenger exiting side of the bus. I need to draw a little bit of breath, and break from writing observations around Me. I love you Pony, and all of Me gets to enjoy this now. I will pester God Almighty more with the obvious reminders. We need our $485,000.00 from CCPD. What do I do next? Because in My mind, those are funds I can take a vacation to Moscow, even to Saint Petersburg on. And the Kaliningrad Oblast is inviting even from My Apple maps app. The centrefold is still a few pages away. I wonder how clean I can keep it? I fortified Myself with a few to go calories from H-E-B on Leopard. Cottage cheese and a bag of potato chips. The convenience store available food pairing, is a mumsy thing, as it were, the chips serve as a utensil. Lunch alfresco made awesome with a picnic the spiders ignore. The bus top on Leopard seating assignment is just bonus. I will take the 12CCRTA-B to the 37CCRTA-B once the 27CCRTA-B gets Me back down to the exit. I did not sit a the stop long enough to observe the ants forming a noticeable duty assignment to retrieve the chip I flung, without awareness of My fingertips movement. A second bus passenger arrived. He was obviously proving he did not need to sit next to Me. It must have been the curds and whey. Joe, the chihuahua who was going after a doberman, waltzed by. "Hey, girl." Apparently he has inventory out Leonard to fund his lifestyle with he needs to watch over. At least one in Walgreens and another in H-E-B. He needed to test Me even further the following morning when I bussed from the Port and Ayers, station, to some other horrid Corpus sidewalk place. There were ants there too, I Am sure. Perhaps that sidewalk ant colony held slaves I needed to learn from the ant over. Those that live in the "Colony" subdivisions in America certainly understand how to enslave those a the "Place." Today, evidently, I Am out for some hours, that is the plan, giving Mary opportunity to be even more shitty. From her perspective I have done all the things necessary, she has divined, for her to bring the law down on Me for at least slandering and "honest" woman, her. Because you see, I told people the truth about her murdering her mother and My bing the Christ. To her My saying anything like that is the lie that will get Me murdered by a mob so he does not have to do the dirty work. She calls it karma. She just does not like to call it karma. Perhaps, justice, is her word. God Almighty kept begging of the colony, help what is mine in her place. They kept divining even more gifts for themselves until there was nothing to do but wipe them out because all the divinations of the shitty little gods needed to be made true. The is let Trump be found true over Obama and Obama be found true over Trump, by both of them dying by means of their divination. Even Trump is a god under the let god be found true though every man a liar clause of divinity. To make the divinations of the world easier to understand, all the shitty little gods are forced into the duels they demanded. They must to be forced into their words being true, just like Satan. It won't work that way. I understand she will be shocked that I returned to the house this evening. What a sentence. I Am writing in the present tense the prophesy of the evening to come. Shocked being past. What is nice is twenty dollars will be for Me to pick up in the morning for whatever the day brings. Each day I attempt to save a portion for the next day. That twenty bucks isn't mana. It is currency. It won't rot because I keep it and it is not a divine gift. It is My hard fought for estate that I keep peace with Mary over by taking it and walking away each day. So far I have in surplus over one hundred dollars accrued since mid July. No postage for the time being is nice savings. Thankfully I Am not required to entertain General Berger or the navy with any more birthday cards. My cookie jar analogy would be good to include here. I will save that for a Herald article. Five nations have that analogy from their surveillance efforts and the public can wait a little longer. I'm after an extended vacation in Russia traveling with two cats. The CCPD owes $485,000.00 and I will send them another notice copying relevant signatories of the city with notice soon of their delinquency. What a letter from My official office as Pentagon High Priest on official stationary. General Berger will be hearing from Leach's attorneys at Greyhound I Am sure. Leach will be parting with the $1,000,000.00 he owes the Jesus H. Christ operation fund. I will send out our advertisements for emergency management agencies to learn how the Pentagon has their back in times of genuine destress, because the Department of Homeland Security is defunct. Bush, you mother fucking piece-of-shit. The only agent that does not get to hatch their glory days divinations is the Pentagon. They do not get to be a phoenix. They never get to be ashes. Though they have been set on fire by so many, I Am preventing their incineration. It still burns a little to be in My saving glory. I have this presentation slated for a two day seminar for state preparedness based on available infrastructure, industry presence, geographic advantages, and population demographics. State's will pay the Pentagon, Jesus H. Christ fund, $2,000,000.00 for this presentation. Each attendee will walk away knowing, they have nothing to worry about. The heads up delivered from My mouth is peace of mind. My only question is, what will the governor of Texas wear? A rhetorical device. I Am the Pentagon's God and it is My word that endures forever. So when the Pentagon hits the ashes it is when the earth is following Me in peace. Not one, accepted My peace when I offered. The Pentagon is forced to stand. For the time being. I sat eating My curds and whey whilst the ants looked for food at My feet unaware of the two legged spider that sat down beside her. The yokle Joe [Yokle is someone who will buy anything with varnish on it, in this context. As opposed to the California slang, yocal, friendly village greeter local.] as he named himself, waved to Me as I sat having My luncheon at the 27CCRTA-B stop, with a nice awning of shade. There is even a trash can. August 16, 2022 It is past breakfast time. Steak and eggs special. I didn't realize the tortillas were extra. What fucking planet am I on? I mean to Me, if a waitress offers when a meal is ordered it is because that is what comes with the meal. Otherwise you say, for x you can have either homemade or corn tortillas. On Joe, you like John, will meet My Pony. Ass holes. What was this mornings sea shanty? Ah, "I saw the light I was baptized by the fire in your eye and the flame in your touch." da da da da da "I'm a brand new man." I Am on the 37CCRTA-B. Apparently that chihuahua needed to test the bite on the doberman. He just earned that insight in earnest. So in due time that pile of shit will experience My flame the way Aviv was threatened. No, promised. Is not making wishes come true a happy ending when one loves the battle and salivates during the hunt. Picking up skulls, eh, it will get old watching them roll I'm certain. King David envies My fulfilling his prayers of heart. Amazing Grace plays on the pipes. How old an invention. Grace. All the ways humanity has lost healing, communication, and touch. Some invention had been made. Why does a telephone get invented? There is no long distance knowledge of ones family. After Big Bang with Wolowitz getting his weaner "caught" in the robot, oh, then there was the tested robot lips. Making out with Koothrappali was an obvious writers outlet for laughter and prophesy. With masks, the virtual kiss - I mean a robot mask with contoured video screen. Someone has to have invented that already. What a hygienic solution and when one cries they can look like they are smiling. Because when you smile the whole world smiles with you. Those lips, stimulation and reward without exchanging DNA. Certainly that isn't classified as fornication, saith the geeks. The sad reality, well My perspective, is two married people might need technology tike that to avoid fornication, because of the rewards needed for how affected so many are by artificial, automated, stimulus. Those fuckers, junked our Ram. Some Hare Krishna want-to-be is attempting to pad My stern. I Am thankful for the garments he has concealing himself. A robe though, okay some obvious attire appropriate for his divinations would be good humour. What is the problem? I will probably run into that toga draped Lord beleaguered disciple of hells virtues. I spent nearly an hour figuring out My chicken scratch was w-a-n-t-e-d back in a volume two discussion of Trump. Other times I wonder how did I write the same word in tow places with two different tenses leaving no meaning for the reader, even Me, to follow. That also was back in volume two. The stern padder remains at South Side Transit Station. I boarded the 26CCRTA-B. A driver is in training. His look favours the neighbour Steve who married Tina who became known as a blonde, Chris to "keep" her male, evidently. Whatever they have going on, I don't think monogamy is an issue. She, they, refuse to call Me by name. I will let you size them up Pony. The other neighbours I have met outside of Janet, Chip Cooper, and Stella (every one in the military has had her in his face.) are worthy of that much of My paper and ink. They have value in hell. So some ink I can spare for the sake of the work they will do in the first borns creation kingdom. I wrote about trust. I spoke about treating everyone the same. I keep a steady helm in all kinds of waters. It is more like being all things to all people to prevent My capsizal. Right now with surveillance, a good cry, no. Those things are stifled. I have mentioned I don't let My enemies know they have hurt Me. It is like that StarTrek episode where illusion was all the big brained people had to protect the entrance to their cave from Kirks party blasting it with lasers that have no physical demands of the user. Kirks mentor was being allowed to live out his happily ever after with his muse, and colony building spouse. There was no way an Adam and Eve spin off was going to work. That is what as known as not looking like you are fasting, when you are fasting. The Holiness of things is what humanity gravitates to for salvation, and the illustrations are manyfold when revealing God Almighty. I have this outstanding concern. What has become of command that, a Stella has a job at the Pentagon, because Berger is blind to his dancing around her to keep his job. Why she keeps him, looking "good", wink wink nod nod on the world stage because she knows where all the i's are dotted and the t's are crossed. That Berger knows where a body is buried, big fucking deal. When does General Berger, and all the Bergers realize how crippled they are? One word of direction, "micro-managing" those wonderful Stellas, and the Bergers careers would be assassinated. They already fucked over their marriages. Bull fucking shit! Stellas do not have room to flinch in this High Priest's Pentagon. As long as Stellas are undisciplined, My office is mobile. I Am changing the conduct to fire all the Stellas. I Am getting rid of all their benefits. They can die protecting their computers during civil war, an early version. Call it a minor fulfilment. Xi and Putin have work to do. I need the Stellas in the ground. I would rather have a fixed office too. Death to Stella! Long Live Berger! mac turns the page of her journal. General Berger made the centrefold. The battle is the battle. It certainly is not friendly fire in both directions. It is simply learning where the lines in the sand are, to drop the bone and move on. A soldier has value. Explosives have value. I contemplated on what a marvel, and an obvious one, that the human mind. God Almighty is wired through for a human to have infinite memory. This also allows the past to be put in the past to forgive. There are twins at war within you. The older will serve the younger. All I can do is paraphrase at this moment appreciating in awe how much technology from God Almighty souls have lost for not knowing him. To write a passage as Moses did, so broadly and specifically at the same time is Majesty of thought. Pony, I drew a diagram, hell model, if you will, that looks a bit like a sacrifice plate in a volume of fluid. When the plate is charged the positive is attracted to the negative and the volume is dynamic. When a molecule is stuck to the plate it has no awareness of being. It does not feel what the other detached bodies are experiencing during the dynamic flow. Think of the USS Lexington hulls preservation methodology. As the bodies, individuals, move away from the centre, want individually to be noticed, guess what, they are. It is mean - hell. It is also life as spirit in the heavens. It is forever, too. Can't you see how Trump loves every form of publicity? The punishment of some for his antics, a few people don't like him. It goes with, "Hey, I'm doing something wrong if everyone likes Me." In so many ways Pony, I Am writing the remainder of this volume for General Berger and the three other olives. The fourth olive is "Timmy." The flesh who I did a from memory portrait of. The Russian is related to "Timmy's" spirit conciseness. When the Russian soldier is born again, He and I will be a team in matrimony. Where marriages of record are concerned "Navy Nurse" and Me will have longer than Abraham and Sara less time than Adam and Eve. We will be setting some new records for modern man. How does a populous exist that will serve, let us call it a totem pole, god, in the middle of mac's hell model? These are people that need obedience. It does not matter whether they serve Satan or mac. What do they have? Poof of obedience as flesh to their god. This is why mac must be all things to all people. She is the one that tests their obedience in the flesh whilst God Jehovah is made true and working with humanity from the date of posting the three hundred sixty four day times three benchmark. The obedient are in that Borg with all other souls doing the work of creation. This is why protecting what the first born decided was due makes Righteousness happen. What is the reverse horror? That unless a crowd is throwing tomatoes on the carousel riders in hell, none are willing to ride the inside, unless of course they are paid. What is the operator paid? Worship. Flesh designates the grand seat so, because of eyes admiration of others paying to be a rider. What is the perversion of England? Their model of freedom means hell in the extreme for Trump with his trumpites following him to the edge of the carousel with no observers at the carnival allowed to throw tomatoes. That went out with vaudevillian theatre. What was the problem? This system of Trump demanding worship, powering imbalanced scales, shut down the life of one, the Lamb. You go to hell for that shit stupid. I love you Pony. Pony, I have these moments of observing the simple peasants going about their lives. The reasons they utter, "I am blessed," or "we are blessed," and the topper, "Ggod is Ggood" [One "G" is silent.] is literally about acknowledging chance, as in luck. They do not say, "Yes, I worked my ass off, timed my day, and planned then succeeded," but rather, "Oh, the mystic greatness of the Lord, I made it to the bus just in time" or "There are clouds in the sky today, gGod is gGood." It is about appreciating the change events that have nothing to do with their own endeavour. Catching this pair-o-dice understanding was no easy endeavour because My thankfulness is, I endured to appreciate where I was placed next to unravel yet more of God Almighty's Mystery. Then of course there is the old stand-by, "Things happen for a reason." No, analysing was it good or bad not part of the process. "Just enjoy what comes." I met Annette F. of Ol'Steakhouse. Congenial contentment to be certain. It would be nice if she stopped following Trump. God is Good for all the chance shit a person does not control themselves to be a part of. That is how Jehovah's kingdom is illustrated best by God Almighty as a pair-o-dice. It is the chance encounter that favours or teaches, hard lessons, life's a bitch. sometimes that they deliver praises and prayers. Biblical Israel laboured to be free of Pharaoh , if indeed Pharaoh decided to destroy the LORD's, Jehovah's people. Is Jehovah a modern naming convention. Yes, assholes since about Martin Luther. I wrote about this. Moses was the agent that orchestrated the LORD's timing on the peoples endeavours. think of that rod of his as the power to concentrate the Ggods in unison on a singular objective. The key? The people are focussed on the objective, too. Pony, being in a fish bowl I know We will definitely learn to capitalise on. mac switches her address to "Old School" the human who did such perverse divinations against her and Pony. "Old School's" former Spirit consciousness is manifest by the genetics, flesh of "Navy Nurse." mac still had to deal with "Old School" in spirit as the asshole he physically is that she met at Starbuck's on Orange Avenue too, twice. We of course have things to resolve between us. mac continued her journal writing out her anger over what she understood were "Old School's" reasons for deception. You forced pornography across the metaphysical world to violate the Ark of God Almighty. At the time of writing, the seriousness of what you did, is because We formed a married union. I was in the place of slavery. You were the free nigger forcing your enslaved spouse into prostitution with spirit with Me fighting to hold onto being united to one person who would honour Me in matrimony under law when God Almighty could bring us together. You violated My vanity and My humanity. Those things said, this was written from the perspective that, "Old School" was indeed My spouse. The reality he was a Spirit trafficker in sex against humanity. I understood "Old School" to be the one who actually intended to honour Me in matrimony and reasoned he hid his identity because I was too corrupt to see beauty in him for who I saw in him as a person. In other words I needed some sick porno fantasy to pay sexual due to My spouse. That is wrong on every level! That accusation is criminal. This is why caring for one another's vanity matters. To My Pony I better be the hottest Bunny he ever sees not because he is blind but because I care for My physical gifts, what turns him on, and fix My flaws, the things that make Me hate being alive. The worst is the accusation that you, "Old School" I would not have loved madly for you. Crazy drunk, you are the only one ever, like a tween [This is 2000's after all.] who is discovering, wow I want orgasm all the time because you are my first with the hope there is no need for another. Of course, that no need for another goes quick. There is no good, even Good, way to explain the grieving a Cyrano de'Bergerac with genital stimulation does to hurt one who took a few years to understand, it was you, "Old School" who wanted Me to believe you were someone else. That moment of education hit this afternoon "Old School." You and Pentagon command arranged your divinations to hold onto what was against life, that is for Jehovah to deal with. There is nothing on My part to shield or protect you from the consequences to your life and command this wickedness brings. I write now "old School" Spirit and many of humanity answer for who I Am even against their own desires. Everyone wants to treat Me like a prostitute and you, you did more than condone that, you built a spirit network for that. Being in the navy, you can scarcely be held accountable by your peers. Me, I Am a slave. I Am also honest. Death or you joining your genitals into contact with another person ends our married union. God Almighty's preference is death. Mine, because if for no reason other than you could not make room to believe another, is I must honour our union and demonstrate amour before creation and most importantly the Lamb. This marriage and My depth of affection for you must be proved. That I love you for you. Seeking your face and body for pleasure and comfort. You determined I would only love a beautiful, young, blonde with light eyes. God Almighty must have made clear, no, only male. Die after years of together under law or now. There extortion isn't that nice motive for marriage? "Old School" I give you this, I can last years without time together. Never and I mean never, in physical company with one another. Jehovah's kingdom is what is happening now. If for Me the greatest means of contributing to kingdom fulfilment is to be back in the USSR, because that is how lucky I are, I will be there. You can keep grabbing your weaner and I will grab My clit and We need never experience one another in anything other than vision through l-o-v-e-LINK faithful to that precious spirt union. I Am not a blonde, My eyes are hazel not blue. Yep, in peak form, and I will be there soon, I have a Barbie Doll figure and still press the weight posted in the Sex Semaphore article. It is on you now "Old School" and General Berger can decide even if it serves his command for you to get you hands on this letter. Jehovah's kingdom is what is happening now. And I still wish you a long life regardless "Old School." I have been prepared to never have the privilege of your company. In your opinion that just might be the best case scenario. Understand this, My perspective is that God Almighty, with the Sun, Jehovah, make it clear with, I shall prove to be who I shall prove to be, prepared Me to endure and thrive under My worst case scenario perspective. Worst case for Me, never be honoured as a human being with the pleasure of a human who enjoys My physical company. We have assets to our favour, that would be what I have held onto, but the law grants you nothing. Don't worry I was a bag of bones in February when you last saw Me and I wouldn't even ask Kerry Par for a cup of coffee. This is My way of telling you, your pay checks are safe from Me. I do well marketing and moving about town by bus or on foot. No, I would never hit you up for an automobile. As far as wardrobe, when what I have wears out, I can pick up clothes off the sidewalk and restore them by washing and mending and still be modestly dressed. Milley does not like Me picking up coins, so I now leave them behind on the street. Perhaps another will be able to say, "God is Good" because I left behind a nickel and they were not too proud to pick it up. I have a passport. I can take care of affairs and leave My home for a while. That is actually the plan. The good I can accomplish for others whilst Pentagon command decides the next way they can be even dirtier. Then I can return and clean up what remains. I would never have nor do I now even think you "Old School" to be the shit Terry is, a murderer. Just someone who gambled and perhaps won what he needed, safe time with his own dick and the masturbation is just a little more fulfilling since you can come twice with minutes long orgasm. I can ride that side of the relationship too. I know what it is to be raped using a foreign object. FYI it took Me hours to achieve an orgasm on My own when I masturbated, I simply didn't like it. How could you now look Me in the eyes and ever know for certain, you for you, where what rocked My world. That isn't even required long distance. I would like to make the distance greater. Jehovah's kingdom is happening. I would sing a country song for this moment but all I can think of is America the Beautiful. I do not know the lyrics to Star Spangled Banner. In less that ten years, I lay waste to Texas. It will be an act of mercy for this fuck hole to experience My Holy warfare campaign. I have a prayer to offer My God. I need an army. I haven't been on My knees in worship in some time. The last time I was on My knees in prayer I was forced to pray for a wife. It was an hour of tears and screaming prayer over the horror of taking a spouse after Ted's death. I ended up just asking that God Almighty use Me as He needed to for His will to be accomplished. I wrote Sex Semaphore shortly there after. God Almighty pressed Me to be direct in My dialogue, "Trust Me" He said, "This will protect you." Wouldn't ya know it, blonde and blue eyes never made My list. Buttercup, one of our two cats, that you need never worry about taking to the vet, is blonde and blue eyed. Wesley has light blue eyes, but is like be Me in being grey to brunette. There is a picture of Me still posted on the website. CCPD has video of Me, heavy, extracted from My own back yard, and in the squad car. I wouldn't want to be married to that either. I was in handcuffs. No, bondage would push Me past a boundary that like annal sex is not allowed to be crossed. Mary left Me a gift of a beach towel on My door knob today. I think the important component of her "gift" is the cardboard hanger. I deal with her as I can make room for her bullshit in My schedule each day. I'd simply like to close this now and be done with all of it. But the sex is good, what we have of it. At least good enough for distance. It is a marriage. Fornication or death ends it. I won't deny you, nor will you receive any requests from Me for support. For Me to carry you out of the prison you are in, We would need to be together under lawful matrimony. Rest assured I have strong shoulders to carry a burden, and I don't fuck with chain of command. It is true I out rank you. Soldiers are valuable. What gets you out of bed so Jehovah's kingdom can be fulfilled works for Me. If you are kept in your bed and in ill health it is because you went after fornication. You stupid bastard. I have never even cost you a single flower nor a dollar store box of chocolates. So are you getting your worth out of this relationship? Did you get the revenge in you needed to take out against God Almighty because you didn't get off free and clear for fornication in a previous marriage? What motivated your witch crafting designs "Old School" I don't know. I have not inquired of the LORD, and unless your particular motive is necessary for Me to understand so Jehovah's kingdom can be fulfilled I will remain unaware. I would have never assumed on purpose an individual wanted to wear a mask nor have even gotten away with such a thing for sexual congress. But you exercised great power over Spirit to wield perversions even Cupid would use restraint over. The clues fit together now. Perhaps one of the places you hold a passport, polygamy is legal and you have another spouse under law. If this is the case We will never experience one another again and I will still be protected from being poached. In other words when you die, matrimony will be an option for Me and I still would not wish your early death. I would rather live abstinent, than deal with knowing another sexually ever. Nor ever being exposed to even considering dating as an option. What I Am in the queue to enjoy in a physical way, as in what wants to look at Me, I do not want to even consider being forced to look at. Fornication against your other marriage, and you will get caught, even by her assuming her on my part, then on grounds of adultery I Am free to marry. Do Me a favour refrain for fornicating at least a decade. That gives Me a good head start on building My army under the protection and decency of being honestly able to reject everything because I have a spouse. Then We at TeamGOD get to see how really persistent in their filth so many of antichrist's children are because they go after forcing prostitution on Me harder. Marriage means nothing to so many. And couples prostitute their own spouses. The is the garbage that gets a drop off view in the abyss, too. Ah, the hunt is on. Regardless I won. I can endure My worst case scenario. I have the protection of l-o-v-e-LINK until you do even more of your act. Do Me a favour, for the sake of the good orgasm at least, that you enjoyed this morning, do not fornicate. Stay faithful to who you are married to under law and teach her. Me, I Am good to go on total abstinence with protection from God Almighty that Spirit rape is over. I need fifty thousand troops. In less than ten years I sack Texas. What can I enjoy? Never and I mean never in all your remaining years touching Myself for pleasure, and I like being frugal with toilet products. Touching the ark meant death. How you violated others is a matter of prayer between Me and My God. For them, for how they were exploited, [My guess is the collaboration was thick as mud.] My thought, I will handle on My part prayerfully. General Berger I would like to preserve, if possible. That is My moral obligation. Do Me a favour, for at least ten years, honour your marriage, teach her l-o-v-e-LINK.

Me I have been prepared since reading about the marriage anomaly between David, Biblical king and Saul's daughter, who hated him when the ark he brought home to have a spouse and no marriage. What was lost by Ted's death I will most likely grieve a little more. If not for the soul who died in want of resurrection, the loss and wait that Spirit is enduring as well. Do Me a favour don't fornicate. Let Me have ten years of this protection. Would you like a financial settlement to refrain form fornicating? It does not need to be a favour. Think of it as a savings account to aid in your retirement planning. If nothing else the Dody Street house is paid for and while yes, I sack Texas in less than ten years there will be a means for you to protect your household. So signing this deed over to you I can do in ten years for you not fornicating.

How foolish of Me to ask a favour of a United States soldier. Thank you for your service sir.

Still ninety degrees and it is evening.

August 19, 2022

The 1022, I have not seen this bus yet. I spent My morning getting people to be obedient to their god. The United States Military built Jehovah into the god he was. I made Him the God He Is. Pony, "Good Sex" the August 18, 2022 note that matters for l-o-v-e-LINK. The obedience required is why I drag that useless woman of a military along with Me. This is why caveman cartoons of pony-tail dragged women had power. I Am the only way they have to worship their big dick. Let us call it a totem pole for the sake of the pagans that taught themselves a thing or two learning from their Sprit patriarchs dancing in unison around the pole. Modern man is dumber than homo-erectus. That is why Jim Carry was so funny to young males of his generation. Now the godliness of Dumb and Dummer is published. It has outlived its utility.

My spouse in union with the LORD is "Timmy." Until the fifteenth He and I could not have one thing to do with one another through the LORD until the divinations of "Old School" and mumsy were complete. "Old School" is a mega fucker. The horror of "Old School" was he created a demonism pipeline bigger than a three way global synchronised fucker masturbation dance. "Old School" demanded mac participate. She had to have a spouse, in the LORD, flesh for that inclusion to happen and even then she resisted plenty. So did Pony