Monday, October 6, 2014

What If...! Part 1 Revised

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  October 6, 2014


What if…?!

What if…!  I was not true to myself?  What if…!  I did not believe in what I knew or heard?  What if…!  I was wrong?  What if…!  I was never told the untold story?  What if…!  I was hard of hearing?  What if…!  I was blind?  What if…! I was left for dead?

This story has gone on far too long…

This story is my story!  This story is not a Fairytale; this story is my life’s story…  It has taken a fairy to tell a fairy’s tale; it has taken a fairy to tell this fable of tales.  These fables are the fables of the “Big Fat Liars,” and not of those with “True and Factual Statements.”  The “Big Fat Lies” exist within those for whom do not carry and divulge the truth where the truth lies on their backsides, hence, their backsides are not seen when they stand there facing the mirror.  Well… Unless you have a three-way mirror.

When we carry the truth in our right hand and our “Big Fat Lies” in our left hand; we can smite down thine enemies with the sword of righteousness and carry our shield on our left forearm and hand to protect our bodies from the “Big Fat Liars.”  We can shield ourselves from those who spout “Big Fat Lies” which they carry upon their shoulders and interpret as “True and Factual Statements;” the burden of the “Big Fat Lie” seeks out the truth, death and imprisonment.   When we stand before each other and look upon each other’s faces where the stories of our lives are concealed we fail to reveal our sacred belongings, such as our “True and Factual Statements” which we guard most sacred; the most sacred of places are kept in the deepest of darkest places, such as our hearts.  As we stand upon our two feet facing forward into the mirror, our reflection should bare our true nature; although, we alone view the image of our outer skin where the hide is left for the animals to peel apart.  We are taught, our skin is merely seven layers deep; subsequently, as we peer into the mirror do we examine the reality of the images which peer back at us?  As the dermatologist and doctors examine our skin where the layers hold stories of where we have been and stories of lives we have piloted, we are advised as to the truth which cancer reveals; the cancer can appear as a “Big Fat Lie!”
People emerge and develop upon this planet we call Earth.  As we grow we develop with two cheeks upon their faces and two cheek upon their backsides; as my mother always advised me, “Remember, son, you only have four cheeks; when do you run out?!”  We are taught as children to turn the other cheek; we may be taught by our parents or our Sunday School Teacher.  As the Holy Bible reads:

Matthew 5:39, states:

King James Version:

But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.

New American Standard Bible:

"But I say to you, do not resist an evil person; but whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn the other to him also.

We bear our cheeks as a coin bares two sides; consequently, when we turn our cheeks or our backsides from side-to-side we see two sides of a coin.  In the comics Two-Face is described as a man with two faces.  As we read within the pages of the illustration, Two-Face reveals a two-head coin from his vest pocket.  He tosses the coin with deliberation to make the mandated decisions as to who lives or dies.  Are these the decisions we are making as citizens, law enforcement, military or politicians; or are we manufacturing “Big Fat Lies” opposed to “True and Factual Statements?”  As I stand on my feet which I consider the pillars of my form behind and forefront of my “True and Factual Statements;” I come to find those who are supposed to be Of-the-Law to hide behind the “Big Fat Lies” which have exuded from their mouths or actions.  They are not the only ones which disappear behind the “Big Fat Lies;” we have our families, our friends, our spouses and our partners.  Where are those “True and Factual Statements” we seek from our families, our friends, our spouses, our partners, our law enforcement, our military and governments?  These lies are within the individuals for whom are to protect and serve; we are to revere them where they are to keep us from harm’s way.  These individuals are those for whom we are inclined to confide and place our trust.  These individuals are those who cannot willfully or wantonly express a truthful statement, they bare the mark of a “Big Fat Lie!”  Are we naive, or are they in the right?  To what depth must we uncover the “Big Fat Lie?”

Within the span of my life which I have carried to the forefront of my being, I would turn the other cheek and take the lesser road traveled; the road I traveled branched countless times just as the lines have appeared upon my face.  I believe in a Non-Violent Moment, just as Martin Luther King, Jr. moved a nation in protest against racism; consequently, the reasoning behind my mother saying, “Remember, son, you only have four cheeks; when do you run out?”  During my childhood, my adolescence and my young adult life, I would normally back way from the fight to understand the violent behaviour of the aggressor and their ignorance; I would take time to uncover and reveal the pragmatic nature of the onslaught and invasion of characteristic attacks to examine the truth and decipher the hostility of animalistic nature.  I would unearth a way to understand the ignorance and lack of questioning of those who would take a man or child for granted.  Do we take the time for others?  We as humans by nature are born with conscious thought.  As mankind, we are to inspect and investigate, observe and survey, test and question, research and analyze the information which sets before us just as we inspect and investigate the layers upon the hide we unveil in the mirror.  If mankind is to explore the unknown, thenceforth, the steps we take are the strides we pace as mankind challenges their enemy; as Gene Roddenberry said, “Boldly go where no man has gone before.”  Our human curiosity even as children is to get to know other children or persons, to know our parents, our friends, our allies and our enemies.

When we grow from birth into children who play on a ground which is layered in sand and graphite which can be made in to mirrors and from children into adolescence and from adolescence into young adults and from young adults into adults; we have learned to build upon each other where traits and mannerisms branch off from our families, our friends, our relationships and our associations.  We construct our thoughts, our similarities, our differences, our beliefs, our ideas and our philosophies from those who surround us just as trees sprout, grow and give life to other trees which meld from maple to ash, oak to cedar, and dogwood to magnolia providing us shade where playgrounds are established to aid us in the melding of friends, allies and enemies allowing us to branch off from one another into our own personality traits and individualities.  As personalities grow and flourish upon the fields where we play, we throw our fists, we scratch each other’s faces, we forge through the fight, we mature and separate and construct new friends, enemies and allies to cultivate new foundations and leave the foolishness behind!  Territories are formed and boundaries erected which encompass a parameter which can either pushed forward or backward into battle leaving damages behind, hence forth, allowing for growth and leadership.  As alliances are forged, we charge off into battle; allies become foes and foes become allies.  Boundaries are destroyed and territories are fenced off, comrades are honored and entombed, enemies laid to rest upon the ground which was conquered and memorials are instituted for those who have remained behind to fertilize the ground which we play games upon.  We gather at the line and encourage Red Rover to come on over by voicing the call at the top of our lungs, “Red Rover, Red Rover; come on over!”  We rush ahead with thought in mind as to who holds the weakest link; we break the line with all our speed and might hoping not to be tangled in the tie where our hands are bound by the grasping of our paws to ensure no man or child shall break our line.

The lines are strong, built armor strength, are feet are grounded, planted firm, one foot in front of the other; we look at each other from side-to-side knowing that the enemy is on his or her way.  We hold on tight where no man or child shall across; the enemy is near he is my friend but he is my ally.  Do I allow him or her to cross the line?  If he or she crosses the line my numbers will decrease; if he or she fails to break our line my numbers will increase.  Do I allow he or she to increase my numbers on the battle line where I have forced my enemy to draw their sword against their party who we know will soon topple or do I allow them to break my line permitting them to reduce our numbers and allocating a new one on your enemies battle ground?  These are the decisions children make to launch new relationships, collaborate and join forces because we are eager to develop into men and women who will bind new friendships and relationships to ensure our foundations are secure and protected.  We are guarded individuals and we are weak; consequently, we construct a foundation to embody a persona to ensure our barriers are concrete and our inner beings are stable so others do not deconstruct them and our core’s powerful to challenge the foe which is confronting us.  As we are maturing to adulthood our lifestyles are changing, are physiques are developing and are hormones are evolving just as our mindsets are stabilizing to embrace the qualities of the characteristics we wish to empower and bring forward into our own evolution of who we are.  Each man and each woman have their own foundation which they have built their existence upon where we share our knowledge, our classes, our commonalities, our environments and our beliefs together; subsequently, as animals we prey upon another to find a weakness we can maul over to ensure the reminisce is tattered and torn and the carcass has been devoured leaving the hide in shreds which will decay upon the grounds we have dominated.

Consequently, when do we stand against those who have taken us for granted?  Is it left for one individual to stand erect and turn the other cheek; or, to fight against those who have sought out vengeance and revenge to play a game to either stay clean and sober or to lay face down and be sold into enslavement to produce pornography or be sexually assaulted by an entire community?  When you only have four cheeks on the carcass which God hath provided to each man, woman and child; when you do run out?!  We can turn our cheeks “x” amount of times before our intolerance seeks out our aggressive nature.  To remain calm inside the injustice is to grab hold of the mighty pen and combat the hostile and violent nature of terrorism!  The silent enemy is an enemy of electronic harassment and mind control!  Here I stand, alone… naked, befuddled and bewondered whether I am in the entitlement or if all others are in control of my destiny.  I can only bare four cheeks; and then, I run out!  I have a front-side and a backside, nonetheless, from my front-side I can see the truth within your eyes which are shrouded by the lines upon your face; whereas, from the backside I can detect the “Big Fat Lies!”

I can no longer stand upon my pillars which are based upon a platform allowing those to, lack of better words, “Walk all over me;” I must stand here upon the battlefield where wars are waged and bodies are lost to protest against the injustice, the violence, the hostility, the brain-washing, the terrorism, the conspiracy, and the isolation which has resulted in the last two years, since Easter’s arrival in 2012.  I must stand forefront of the war and face my confronters, no longer lay upon my backside or belly or stand upon all fours as animals; I must call upon my strength as I stand before them and spout out to them “Mother Fucker!  These are not Mother Fucking Games; these games we play are the games we will be playing from now through eternity!”

Furthermore, when we examine our lives from our friends’, our families’, our allies’ and our foes’ viewpoints, they will appear as mirrors to “Who we truly are.”  Within these type of mirrors, we should examine and weigh the value and significance of these kind of mirrors; these mirrors come with consequences, whereas these mirrors reveal their own “True and Factual Statements” and “Big Fat Lies.”  The mirrors which stand upon their own pillars and buttress hold opinions as we hold opinions; with honesty and forthrightness our mirrors which we place in front of the mirrors as to who they are, they are merely reflections or shadows of who we are.  We may not realize everything about ourselves, although, if we truly examine everything from our life history to our friends and relationships; then we should have a better understanding as to “Who we truly are.”  Why should we rely on a Clair Savant to tell us as to “Who we truly are;” why don’t we just examine the fluidity of our lives?  These stories which we tell each other are the stories which we remember; do we remember the “True and Factual Statements” or do we remember the “Big Fat Lies?”  In reality, we can remember both; although, what do tell each other…?  Or, better yet, what do we tell ourselves?

Our lies our similar to the scars and tattoos we adorn upon our bodies and our faces; they cannot be easily concealed due to the lies present themselves and the embarrassment for which they were created.  With our skin only seven layers deep compared to the hide which other animal tear from a carcass which was left upon the terrain where wolves and coyotes scavenge the area, how do our scars truly heal?  Do they heal from the outside to the inside; or, inward to outward?  As we shield ourselves from our scars where others may have left them, we pick up our pens to convey our disgust to our society, our government, our friends, our families, our allies, our military and our law enforcement which their reflections are not about a “True and Factual Statement,” but, about a “Big Fat Lie!”

Do we see the truth as we peer in the mirror?  Probably…, not!  Some take the time to paint their faces and some stand there making faces.  How do you paint your face?  How do you make faces?  Is it with makeup, lotion or maybe a razor?  Is it by crossing your eyes, is it sticking your tongue out, is it putting fingers in your nostrils, is it by pulling on your ears, is it by pulling on the slants of your eyes or is a combination of all of these; how do you make your faces?  Truthfully, some stand and some sit; the image we should be adorning upon ourselves is the truth otherwise makeup which we utilize to adorn our faces hides the truth and creates the lie!  Underneath the “Big Fat Lie” can bare a clown, since that clown cannot face the circus for which it has created.  The mask should be placed upon our faces to present ourselves to another as we exit the safety of our own homes, these are not just the masks we wear at Halloween.  If the truth cannot be bared upon or faces, subsequently why should we leave our houses and our safe places?  Are we frightful of the truth, are we unyielding, or are we children just trying to play a game called, “Everybody Plays the Man as a Fool”?

What if…, the truth resides in one individual who’ll stand, nonetheless, not sit for the injustice which was wrongfully propelled him upon his backside or upon all fours; better yet, be turned upon his head?  Those may ask, “Who would trust such an injustice upon one’s backside?”  To answer, “Only those who would not pillar and falter and look another in the eye and say, ‘I am the wrongful man; or, I am the wrongful woman.  I am the one who tore at your carcass and fed upon the meat of your hide; whether, it be face down on a mattress or on a public bathroom tiled floor.”  “We are the ones who have left you in disgrace; we are the ones from whom the Angels came looking for.”  For, he is the one we discarded and through away.  He is not the one who hung himself upon the tree; he is the one we all have been waiting for!

Do not let those play you for the “Fool;” he already has a job!  We have yet to know what is going to happen in the future; nevertheless, what I can tell you is that I am here.   I am the one you have all been waiting for!  We are playing these games of “True and Factual Statements” and “Big Fat Lies;” because these are the games we play from now through eternity!

Oh, my fucking God!  These words are used so frequently without hesitation or regard; are these the words which you can hoist in front of another person and confront them to say, “Oh, my fucking God?”  Or, do you stand there and call an Officer-of-the-Law a “Mother Fucker”?  The term “mother fucker” is reserved for those who stand before you and want to appear as animals inside the animal kingdom!  Because, if you do not know who is a part of the Animal Kingdom, then we should reexamine the content of our Biology courses; whereas, “WE ALL” are a part of the Animal Kingdom no matter how great or small or no matter from the time here on earth to the time we spend in space.  Make your amends now about your “Big Fat Lies;” start telling a “True and Factual Statement.”  These “True and Factual Statements” can be the difference as to who stays behind and as to who goes!  The animals you might be leaving behind are the family members who says, “Oh, my fucking God!”

Am I kidding you?  No Answer.  What if…, I’m not?

You may be thinking, “you gotta be kidding me;” whereas, “I’m not fucking kidding you!”  Now, you are thinking “you gotta be fucking kidding me;” I’m not fucking kidding you!  Two-thousand years have come; where do you stand?  On all fours or do you lay upon your backside; in Hawaii, there are those who stand upon two feet.  At the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific[i], men and women are buried upright.  I at times lay upon my backside due to I am in bedroom furniture with no lights illuminating over my head and the covers drawn above my feet and to my shoulder with Scrabble and Binxy by my side ensuring my safe keeping and our warmth; I have journeyed through the Valley of the Shadows of Death.  I am here; I am the one you have all been waiting for!  And, this is not a “Practical Joke”!
  
So, what if…! 

So, what if…, I was not true to myself?  Would I lose the embodiment of myself or would I lose my integrity?  As USNdaddy, as I have been since the year two-thousand, I value my ideals and self-respect; you don’t spend almost two decades inside the United States Navy and Navy Reserves without gaining some form of self-identification and some form of respect from others.  Inside the military, our identification comes upon a piece of paper with a plastic covering and picture of whom we are supposed to be.  The Identification Cards contain a service number, an expiration date, a United States Government Seal banishing a Noble Eagle with its wings spread graciously outward and its beak turned over its right shoulder with the left eye peering upon its service member, a crest of arms signifying the branch of service we either Enlisted upon or became Commissioned; above all, our signature which emblemizes as to “Who we truly are.”

Today’s military identification cards are called, Common Access Cards (CAC); these cards have been modified over the last decade, however, these CACs remain similar in nature.  These card are made of a hard plastic material which bears a photo or a mirror of “Who we are” along with a microchip which contains a historical detail of our military record.  These cards which we carry portray the individuals as to who we are; knowing this, why would we want to become anyone else?  We strive as children to grow and idolize our parents, mentors and leaders to become the person who we are to be.  We seek out these teachers, coaches and trainers to formulate our potential as citizens within a society of ignorance and stupidity to uniquely stand forefront of those whom are blinded by the parents, mentors and leaders which we cherished so fondly.  Asking yourself…, why does the Noble Eagle spread his or her wings and peers over his or her right shoulder; because his or her wings are spread to embrace the society which is shared from hand-to-hand such as our One dollar bill?  The eye which looks upon our peers within a society of people who hide behind a “Big Fat Lie” are shielding their eyes toward the truth.  The value of the truth in imprinted upon our currency and our currency is a reflection of our labors where we have forged a nation and alliances through communication and an earnest grasp of the hand to exchange a greeting where mankind can flourish upon a terrain where all animals roam.

Consequently, is my integrity someone else’s value which can be passed on from hand-to-hand or can be shared with ignorance, stupidity and disregard for an individual’s will and testament to he or she “truly” is.  Is my name of no value, is my fathers’ family’s name of no value to those who would take it without thought and consideration to an outcome of endangerment to the individual and ideals which one may stand erect where his buttresses are firmly grounded and his pillars stabilize his torso which holds his arms to his sides and his neck tall so his head and face gain the attention which is deserved?  Can one’s individuality and behaviour be so coerced by those who take no regard for a human being which laid beneath those who have laid upon him cold and lifeless and shared with others to solicit him into enslavement or to retain him behind a set of blackened steel cold bars.  The body which was left upon a grounded mattress covered in grey woven cotton was buried beneath the heat of a passionate frenzy of uncontrollable desire by two men. 

The identity of the man was so easily distributed upon a piece of plastic which holds a face for others to identify an individual which bears the brandishing of a Noble Eagle within a society and community which sought greed, hunger and vengeance.  The identification was divided amongst a community for a denomination where a man’s identity could be used for profit and gain.

When a man only wants to seek out justice for the injustice for a community, society, law enforcement, US military and US Government for its wrong doings; how do you embrace the character of the man?  Do you embrace it by placing it on to a database to wrongfully imprison the innocent and naive?  How many times does the character of a man need to be destroyed and preyed upon?  When a community begins to learn of an individual, especially a gifted individual where do they halt in their actions and start questioning  “The very important questions?”  These individuals are to be Of-the-Law; only to reveal they shield themselves behind their dishonesty and belief in the man who truly plays them for the “Fool.”  When our law enforcement starts playing a game with the man who plays all mankind as the “Fool” by saying, “Gotta be kidding me;” he can elicit their confidence through an exchange in communication and persuasion, just as Satan did when he gained Eve’s confidence to collapse her canines over a piece of fruit which will generate cause for deception.  Now, what if…, John Joseph Gibbons bought, retained and conspired with the law enforcement by inviting them to the largest personal White Party event within the community inside his residence with John Hamilton, a Rancho Mirage Police Officer, and Jeff Moffatt in the year of two-thousand and twelve?

Or, what if…, all this harassment was started by an individual calling 9-1-1 to report two individuals in possession of a ball of methamphetamine or because he called 9-1-1 on different occasions where he the heard insertion of a key into a lock and the tumbler dropping its plugs followed by the turning of a lock.  As USNdaddy, I thought and believed I was doing the right thing by what I was told and heard.  I truly did  not know what was truly happening to me ever since the initial day I was smothered to death; my life was changing drastically.  Some may want to say I was on a methamphetamine high, or high from an inhalant; I want it stated that I was not on a narcotic or inhalant “high” during these days in question, I was quite self-aware.  I did not sleep well the evening prior to my initial arrest and the pressure in my head was beyond normal.  I know what I did and what had occurred that evening prior to White Party weekend; what I did not know or expect was to be played as the “Fool” on the following morning by two individual who spoke of a “Big Fat Lie” and for whom I placed my trust.  I find I place my trust too easily in those for whom we should trust and lay our confidence only to find those for whom we should place our trust are “truly” un-loyal to their uniform and badge numbers; nonetheless, they are loyal to their methamphetamine whether it be to their friends or their dealers.

What comes at the cost of one man’s life in addition to two additional attempts at suicide, one in the spring and one in the summer of the year twenty-thirteen linking six arrests within a two year span of time by your “so-called” beloved law enforcement to build a Programmable Computer creating The Pandora Effect, so “Everybody can Play the Man as a Fool.”  With one man’s life and ideals comes a great price of truth, honor and integrity ever so strengthening the man’s veracity and gallantry to push forward and suppress the depression and anxiety which is masturbated by the creation of our friends, families, community and law enforcement.  The names which we wear upon are breast are to be a symbol of who we are.  In a time before combat and a rise to power, I can remember the times when our superior officers scrutinized their personnel for not adorning our badges which carried our names and decorations.  Our names are to signify as to “Who we truly are;” these names were provided to us from birth and to last us from now to the time when sleep is ever after.

With our names comes are character, with are character comes our behaviour, and with our character and behaviour our identity can be derived.  We look towards our friends, parents, mentors and leaders to establish, create and build our characteristic within our individualities; from our parents, mentors, leaders and role models we learn and facilitate our behavioral personalities.  Our behavioral personalities can define our individuality from our friends, parents, mentors and leaders which are fearful of “True and Factual Statements;” the truth lies beneath the “Big Fat Lie,” and within the “Big Fat Lie” originates the “True and Factual Statement.”  What if…, the “True and Factual Statement” was never told within our storybook and the storybook was worn upon the pages from the earth for which we stood?  As we turn the pages of our storybooks, we read and learn about the characters and behaviors of other individuals so we can either identify or self-identify with either the hero, the villain, the protagonist, the antagonist or a foil.

A hero[i] is described as:

1. In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his bold exploits, and favored by the gods.
2. A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life: soldiers and nurses who were heroes in an unpopular war.
3. A person noted for special achievement in a particular field: the heroes of medicine.  See Synonyms at celebrity.*
4. The principal male character in novel, poem, or dramatic presentation.

A villain[ii] is described as:

A villain is the proverbial bad guy or evil character in a piece of literature.  Villains are an essential part of any fictional work, historical narratives, literature and films. The literary villain is the character whose negative actions spell doom for the other characters. A good literary villain can increase the excitement and dramatic appeal of the story. Contrary to the popular fairy tale portrayal of villains as evil looking creatures, good literary villains are in reality very human, which makes them believable. Otherwise they run the risk of becoming caricatures.

A protagonist is described as:

A protagonist is the central character or leading figure in poetry, narrative, novel or any other story. A protagonist is sometimes called a “hero” by the audience or readers. The word originally came from the Greek language and in Greek drama which refers to the person who led the chorus. Later on, the word started being used as a term for the first actor in order of performance.

Iago in Othello could be identified as the protagonist of the novel because he played a central role in all the controversies of the play. The question here would be that, even though he was a central character, was he really the lead character too? Such a kind of indistinctness generally results in completely different interpretations of whether the said character is a protagonist or not.

A antagonist[iii] is described as:

In literature, an antagonist is a character or a group of characters which stand in opposition to the protagonist or the main character. The term antagonist comes from Greek word “antagonistÄ“s” that means opponent, competitor or rival.

It is common to refer to an antagonist as a villain (the bad guy) against whom a hero (the good guy) fights in order to relieve himself or others.  In some cases, an antagonist may exist within the protagonist that causes an inner conflict or a moral conflict inside his mind. This inner conflict is a major theme of many literary works e.g. Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe, Hamlet by William Shakespeare, and A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce etc. Generally, an antagonist appears as a foil to the main character embodying qualities that are in contrast with the qualities of the main character.

A foil[iv] is described as:

In literature, a foil is a character that shows qualities that are in contrast with the qualities of another character with the objective to highlight the traits of the other character. The term foil, though generally being applied for a contrasting character, may also be used for any comparison that is drawn to portray a difference between two things.

What we observe in literature very often is that a foil is a secondary character who contrasts with the major character to enhance the importance of the major character. The etymology of the term foil testifies the aforementioned assertion as the word “foil” is taken from the practice of backing gems with foil (tool) so that they shine more brightly.

What if…, the story and not the fable did not contain either of these characters; would we be able to identify with these individuals or do we carry about our lives as if nothing ever happened?  Now imagine the one you have all been waiting for had to take matters within the grasps of his own hands to prove his innocence and suicide; can you stand before him and spout out a “Big Fat Lie,” or do you stand before him and tell a “True and Factual Statement?”  Can you self-actualize the actions which have occurred; can you recognize and distinguish between the “Big Fat Liars” and those who tell the truth?  Where do I stand, and what if…, I was not true to myself; would this would place me amongst the “Big Fat Liars!?”  As I’ve mentioned, it has taken me over a half-of-a-century to become the individual I am today, to tomorrow, to the day-before-yesterday, to the day-after-yesterday from now and into the future and from the future into eternity.  Where does your character lie; underneath the “Big Fat Lies” you were lead to believe because of one insignificant incident which stemmed from one larger to one greater incident, or is it the belief in one’s self? 

What if…!  I did not believe in what I knew or heard to be a “True and Factual Statement?”  Am I still in the wrong, or is the wrongful blinded by lust, greed and vengeance or are they just seeking revenge?  Never mistake me!  I am just a man and a kind man; nonetheless, I enjoy life and I enjoy having lovers, partners, spouses, friends and family, conversely living in isolation can be exclusionary.  From the time I was smothered in November of two-thousand and eleven, my life has been ever revolving…a Circus, more or less.  From being filmed unknowing by those when I was in John Gibbons’ home while on a date, to being sexually assaulted while lying face down and cold on a mattress, to hearing the music of the Tree People which sounded as if it came down through the ages of time coinciding with the Angels as they came down to see who I “truly” am, to being revived upon the mattress which I had laid like a corpse in a mortuary except the vision you would see is my naked backside, and  having those which laid upon my backside never saying a word as to what had happened. After awakening,  these individuals will give birth to a game in psychology which I will have to learn and conquer.

When I awakened without the knowledge of  what had truly happened; all I could remember is how John Gibbons and I started playing a game of sexual exploration.  What I remember of that evening is we both started out as Noble Eagles to our sexual exploration, to reviving from the mattress and making my way to the Master bathroom, to start having what I now know are psychic visions and Clairaudience.  The remainder portion of the story will be continued “Inside RedSagittarian’s Home.”  My Clairaudience, also known as clear audio/hearing, allows me to hear the sounds of the Angels along with frequencies which are carried upon electricity.  As we know, our bodies are made up of atoms, protons, neutrons, electrons and ions.  The following pieces speak on these matters:

Dr. Robert O. Becker, pioneering researcher and author of the book:

The Body Electric and Cross Currents, has established that energy system within our bodies consists of two forces, magnetism and electricity, with the electricity component consisting of low-frequency direct-current (DC) electric field.  This electromagnetic energy system is affected by the earth's natural electromagnetic environment, which is normally relatively quiet, with minor rhythmic variations, but which experiences great increase in an electromagnetic charged environment.[v]

How Stuff Works, speaks upon the electricity in the human brain:

Everything we do is controlled and enabled by electrical signals running through our bodies.  As we learned in intro physics, everything is made up of atoms, and atoms are made up of protons, neutrons and electrons.  Protons have a positive charge, neutrons have a neutral charge, and electrons have a negative charge. When these charges are out of balance, an atom becomes either positively or negatively charged.  The switch between one type of charge and the other allows electrons to flow from one atom to another.  This flow of electrons, or a negative charge, is what we call electricity.  Since our bodies are huge masses of atoms, we can generate electricity.[vi]

Subsequently, to say that one is not Clairaudient, is to make an invalid judgment upon an individual.  Saying one is not gifted is to show your ignorance.  “Who Are We” to judge others based upon their behaviour, beliefs, habits, culture, religion, talents and gifts?  Clairaudience is not just a table game where we sit down and charge a client and have them shuffle a deck of Tarot cards and read their fortune from a deck of cards.  Clairaudience is not from being on a methamphetamine, marijuana or any other narcotic or prescription high; Clairaudience is a gift from God himself.  Some natural order event has happened within our lives which may have caused us to become Clairaudient or gifted in some other fashion.  Do not let others judge or fool you for their own blindsided ignorance; stand before them, face them and confront the mal-justice.  As I stand before you now and spout out to you “Oh, my fucking God, Mother Fucker!,” do you react or do lay down upon your belly or backside and take the pounding from one who may only want to open your mother fucking hole… anus?

My “True and Factual Statements” are to build a resolve to the night I was smothered to suffocation; to structure the events of the evening activities.  To be given the gift of Clairaudience was to bring the guilty to justice.  John Hamilton kept saying, “He built me, and that Clairaudience is not a gift.”  I begin to wonder if he truly knew who he was; from what I remember, my parents built me, gave me birth, fed and clothed me where I grew in the image of our Holy Father.  Am I a science experiment?  How would I know this what he said if it were not for my Clairaudience?  He and Michael also stated, “You are not supposed to be able to hear these kind of things, such as Angels, electromagnetic and radio frequencies which can travel and bounce along which can be received microwave frequencies;” knowing our brains and bodies are made up of electricity, then I question if they graduated High School.  Do we not learn these things in High School Biology? 

I grew up learning to live with “Big Fat Lies,” probably just as most of us have; but, when do you grow up and mature enough to stop telling the “Big Fat Lies” and evoke a “True and Factual Statement?”  Our community, law enforcement and military have hidden behind these “Big Fat Lies” for their own purposes.  Where their ignorance and immaturity lies is when they have taken the sides of a handful of individuals who enjoy playing a game.  When it comes to the Kingdom of Heaven, I have learned we continue to play games; however, the Kingdom of Heaven is not playing a game when it comes to wrongful actions, especially when it comes to one who holds the Key to the doorways into the Kingdom of Heaven.  To have our law enforcement participate in an Act of Terrorism, revenge, deformation of character, wrongful incarceration because they wanted to play and toy with USNdaddy’s psychic visions, Clairaudience, Clairsentiences and knowledge of making a solid psychic connection to play a game inside the community and rob him of any form of denomination which would keep him off the Unemployment Line and poverty level.


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