Author:
Carroll Scherber
Created:
December 02, 2017
Revised: April 03, 2020
Revised: April 03, 2020
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Memoir 5 ~ Sit Quietly
Monday, April 24, 2017
Crime Stoppers
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: April 24, 2017
Don’t single yourself out, USNpiggy tells John Walsh from Crime Stoppers! You don’t have that may Washington’s in your wallet, USNpiggy tells him! You’ve taken too much from who I am, USNpiggy says to the Crime Stopper! You have given it to others, the piggy tells him!
Read the follow stories:
Pseudonym
http://scrabblebinxy.blogspot.com/2017/02/pseudonym.html
Betrayal
http://scrabblebinxy.blogspot.com/2017/02/betrayal.html
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Betrayal
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: February 18, 2017
Revised: April 03, 2020
Revised: April 03, 2020
There's nothing like betrayal.
Here's the story behind that one.
My friends and family received a phone call 5 years ago come this April 2017 from these mother fucking police officers from Rancho Mirage, California, and the Palm Desert Sheriff's Department. They told them, I was an undercover police officer, an addict, and they should never say anything to who I am and as to what they were told. If they should ever tell me they would find out through the murder's family, John Joseph Gibbons, and they would murder who they were.
Betrayal is a big word. I am gradually finding out what was said. When I pushed my sister in August of 2014, she spilled the beans; but not in full extent.
My family and my friends are now pissed because I am going to walk away from who they are. It is up to them to come back to who I am.
I think I'll post this on Blogger.
Oh! Here's what I didn't tell you, there were at least 50 friends and/or family members, which they called that April.
Read this story:
Pseudonym
http://scrabblebinxy.blogspot.com/2017/02/pseudonym.html
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Memoir 4 ~ Hatred
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: February 15, 2017
THIS IS AN INCOMPLETE WORK
I am trying to manage my anger.
For, if the anger is not anger;
The anger is rage.
For, if the rage is not rage;
The rage will not rage
against the night.
Friday, February 10, 2017
Vengeance
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: February 10, 2017
Revised: August 08, 2017
Revised: September 17, 2017
Revised: August 08, 2017
Revised: September 17, 2017
Revised on September 17, 2017: A name for the words: our mutual friend.
Should I be vengeful toward this individual?
Here is his letter from February 23, 2015 to who I am. A friend told this man was to contact me. He thought he would like who I was. He was told certain things about who I am
from this friend. These things were
about my psychic gifts. This man’s
frequency came up to mine so I could communicate with him on a psychic level. This man has been listening to who I am since
wrote him back three months after he initially wrote. I apologized in the letter.
This man has said nothing to me, either by letter or by psychic
conversation. He seeks now to only play
me as a fool; i.e., the posting on the Pandora Effect (Every man plays this man
for a fool). He is to be a religious man
where he now plays God and Jesus Christ for a fool.
I’ve been waiting to talk to him where I’ve been railroaded not only by
my own angel but by John Joseph Gibbons, Redsagittarian, his deceased twin
brother and his grandfather. They were a
part of Satan’s family; reasons to be explained at a later time period.
He is to be good looking and well endowed; but, does not make a man.
His letter reads:
Dear USNdaddy, Thank you so much for writing
back to me on Facebook. I do not know where to start again and again telling
you everything you needed to know about me and the relationship we are about to
establish. There are times and season for everything we do under sun. A time to
be in grief and a time to have smiles all over one's face. A time to be a
sinner and a time to be a born again Christian. In everything, there is a time
of death. Death ends every human activity in this planet earth. But, as a
Christian, I strongly believe in a LIFE after death.Resurrection of the dead is
certain and sure. Because Christ have died for us all, and we owe each other
love and care just as Christ loved us before our birth and will continue to
love us till eternity.However,I have learn throughout the period of my celibacy
that life worth living when shared with the right person.As I said up there,
everything in this life happened for a reason. Ever since I celebrated my
birthday, I have seen the reason why I should get acquainted to someone so special,
adorable and desirable as you are. I score you 100 percent perfect be
discussing life with. Carroll, I'm not ready to jump into marriage, I found you
very interesting and I want to use this opportunity to relate to you few things
you needed to know before we proceed on here. Marriage is not a bed of roses,
it is a just a word of affection but a sacrifice.Before I go on, I would love
to ask you this question: DO YOU KNOW THE MYSTERY BEHIND MARRIAGE? if yes, I
would like you to give me the answer in your next mail. But if NO, I will write
back to you and tell you the answer to my question.
Next is LOVE:I used to hate this word ever
since (my Ex) dealt with me. When you talk about LOVE, I would like you to
consider the type which Jesus Christ have on us all and because that, he went
and died on the cross of Calvary because of the love he have us.Next to it is
the type I had on (my Ex)my last date when we both were dating together before
i left him because of the way he cheated on me with some other friend of his, (my
Ex) who betrayed and stabbed me at the back just as Brutus did to Caesar or
Judas did to Jesus. As you can see love kills, it hurts yet love is a
sacrifice. The true test of love is not seen when both parties are still in
love, but when one partner hurts the other. I want to continue my life with
with a man God truly wants to be my partner and soul mate, but honestly i found
love in you. I tried to show them this sacrifice yet (my Ex)betrayed me
bitterly ever since then i have stare clear and wanting God to Bless me with my
right match. This was what killed my joy, rendered me homeless since a few
years ago till now, I do not have a place I call my home yet I'm alive.
Lastly, you are the man I just met online
here, we don't know much about each other. Yet we are having that passion to
know more and the only way we can make that happen is tru effective
communication. As a Soldier on tour here, I'm afraid of people online. I have
been bitten by (my Ex), I live in a place which is surrounded by my enemies.
The Al Qaeda and Taliban are the enemies of the world. These groups do not have
the fear of God Almighty in them. The made killings of the innocent their daily
activities. We are living in Afghanistan today just to bring peace just as
Christ brought peace to the Apostles on the day of Pentecost. As someone being
surrounded by enemies. Even those we are fighting for do not recognize our
effort hence they go about killing the US armies,.. Oh what a wicked world are
we living in? If you are interested in me, there are things needed to be share
when I'm with you. There things needed to be shared on emails,yet there things
needed to talk on Facebook page. I want you to understand that we live
different lifestyles and that's what mark difference in us.I'm a soldier who
have served in different parts of the world. I have full army experience and I
want you to understand that the reality of a man is not seen writing piece of
mails here on the Facebook rather, it is proven when from the inner-self. I
want you to take me as your brother who is serving in a land where he has no
father, sister or brother. We friends here are our enemies. We do not have
permanent house to live in, we transfer from base to base and all these bases
and camps are built in middle of a forest. I want you to understand that it is
my duty and right to protect the lives of US and Afghan citizen and the world
at large.This is a sacrifice I chose to make and with God everything is going
to be alright soon. I will stop here till I hear from you. Thank you and God bless you.
Always Your friend in the army,
Name withheld.
Here letter which I sent to him:
Thank you for your letter. I am terribly sorry for the late
response. I hear from your family. They are upset about the late response. There was nothing I could do. I am played as a fool by the kingdom of
heaven as I mentioned in my email. I
battle every day for life, peace and quiet.
I will attempt to explain. If you
have questions, please let me know as I go along.
My life is not easy. My life is quite difficult. I sit and write all day long to the point
others get upset when they have to listen to me all day long. You are not the only listener. Feel comfort in that.
I receive a lot of messages all day long for
my Holy Testament. I need help battling
the daily needs in my life. I have got
my doctor to look at my psychosis as PTSD.
When your ear is always tuned to the Kingdom of Heaven your social life
becomes absent.
I went to Palm Springs for Jury Duty on the
29th of May. Had to sleep on a concrete
bus stop bench. I was dismissed due to
PTSD through my doctor. Stayed with a
friend for who I used to house sit for.
He and I have become friends. He
has done a lot financially for me. I
will repay when that day come. The
estranged thing is I met him through an acquaintance at a bar. He moved me from a shelter to his home. He and I still remain friends even when I
currently live in another shelter for veterans.
You mention life after death. I have been reincarnated as Amun, our Holy
Father. I never knew until more
recently. I now believe in reincarnation. It is difficult to understand without further
explanation. I have died thrice in my
life. One I most currently found out
about; at 4 years of age due to a train wreck.
No pun intended. My father most
recently told me. I ran into a train at
Beverly Central Park which is now the Beverly Shopping Center. The second time I have written about; due to
being smothered to death and that was not because of auto-erotic suffocation. LOL. The third was because of overdose which I
also wrote about, Suffering Through the Darkness of Depression.
There is life after death. We remember as to who we played these games
in life. We play these games in the
afterlife. The games we play are
different but we play games. I am a part
of the game players. Read, Monkey in
Outer Spaces.
Tell a joke from time-to-time. Keep the kingdom happy. That is how I play these games with them.
You write of celibacy. I believe in celibacy even though I was not
celibate with my long term relationship.
It was a relationship I did not initially want. I forced himself into a relationship. I told him a head of time I preferred my
men. I could not fulfill an intimacy
relationship. He worked evenings and I
work days. This was the wedge in the
relationship. I catered to everything
this man asked. He was tired all the
time from work. I found it difficult to
have him do anything for me when I needed it done.
I enjoy a celibate relationship. And, at times I enjoy a third or fourth party
when consensual by both parties. I told
this to my short term relationship which lead to murder on the first date;
which is something I did not recognize after it happened.
The roses which I have laid upon came in
thorns. I have bad relationships and
found a friend in one. I thought my last
relationship was one I was ready to settle down with. He had more secrets than knew of. He told me he was seeing someone but not
whom. I did not know their relationship
was I share your house you share mine.
I don’t care to hide secrets but I have had
a few of my own. I may not talk freely;
I talk openly.
The mystery behind marriage; yes. I is due to taxes and celibacy. The churches wanted celibacy where the
government wanted to collect for taxes.
So, by marriage the government would offer a tax break. AS to the marriage in the Kingdom of Heaven,
I know as how the game is played. We
have had several discussions regarding marriage in the Kingdom of Heaven.
You talk about love. Love is grace. Love is to be eternal. Love is promiscuity. Which means, love bounces like a jump rope
which hits the ground. It hurts. The rope ties you together and binds you from
end to the other.
I was never ready to settle down with
another until the last one. I did not
know who he truly was. He was not
forthcoming in a relationship. I opened
my heart to this man and he befell me. I
will not open my heart to him again as I did the first time.
As our Holy Father I am to love all. The love is different. The love is grace.
My heart aches for each soul; For, many have
been destroyed. Some due to hate and
some due to get even. I have made this
mistake as others have made these mistakes.
We are beating ourselves over the head because families believe officers
are above the law. And, a prophecy
within my visions have told of a man who is to marry an
Officer-of-the-Law. The families have
battled for this position as they have with other bits of information.
I do not give my love easily. My heart opened to this man
unexpectedly. Our sexual appetites were
the same however I could not meet his aggressive behavior. When I get playful I prefer a little
aggressiveness. I think we all do when
we use. I am gentle soul; however, I
have been tormented by events which have happened within the last 4 years, the
day I died in 2011. I have to maintain
peace throughout my soul and the kingdom of heaven. For, they feel when I am angry or I am in
love. They feel the compassion between
Jesus Christ and myself. I know when he
is near; For, my eyes tear.
You talk about Brutus and Caesar and how the
pain truly feels when one stabs you through the heart. Or, how Judas pointed a finger toward
Jesus. This is a story we are still working
on. We have not completed this story as
of yet. Part of this story is within my
blog; Being True to One’s Self.
The stories are about homosexuality and the
Kingdom of Heaven. There are more than
one story. I have been given the
privilege to tell different individual stories.
I write some of these stories within my blog.
I don’t do social media like everyone else
does. I post what I need to promote
Scrabble and Binxy. I am trying to gain
interest in my blog. I eventually need a
website. I do understand as to what you
write about. People and students get in
trouble for various things as maintaining privacy when you are in a foreign
country. I myself have to be careful. I do disclose a lot. I would rather sit and have a personal
conversation rather than blast through social media. Everyone is subject to criticism.
Let’s talk about military service. I served 16 years inside the US Navy and
Reserve. I got out due to reasons I have
written about within my blog; Blog 008_Daddy Departure from Las Vegas.
I understand obligation to duty and
country. The enemy fights for beliefs,
for land, for country and for wealth.
Sometimes our beliefs outweigh our intelligence, our movement for peace
and power. We fight to defend our
home. We fight to defend others. We fight to protect our beliefs. Our beliefs get misguided as a missile gets
misguided when it doesn’t have a pilot.
The pilot needs to knowledgeable, steady and honest.
Religion is a touchy subject when people
don’t have a full grasp as to what men and women are fighting for. We fight for different pieces. Religion has become our downfall in societies
and in families where it has risen us up spiritually. How we choose to pray is a belief we choose
to share. How we share should not be
through war. It should be through
questions and answers; For, each religion was given a different ear.
Enemies of the world are enemies of each
other. Your neighbor may be your enemy
as your neighbor may be your friend.
Your neighbor may be your friend however he does not share the same
belief. I may be likely to kill you as
he would kill is neighbor.
We kill without thought, without
consciousness and without guilt. We kill
to protect and defend who we are. We may
not even know as to who we are however we protect those who know who we are.
Kill the innocent! Kill the innocent!
Kill the ignorant! Kill the ignorant!
We kill!
We kill! We kill!
We kill without thought for others.
Friends here are our enemies, you say. Enemies are our friends. The things I learn and write are about
battles which have been wages for land, religion and wealth. I am learning about men who waged war for or
against Christianity. The stories are
interesting and worth my time. The
families killed millions of people where God had sentenced them to
damnation. These stories are not easy to
get especially when there are those who will override our stories. These stories go down in history along with
my Testament.
True and effective communication comes from
listening. Listening to one
another. When one does not talk he may
be thinking or sitting in defense.
Listening comes from listening all
conversations past and present.
Listening from the non-verbal communication. Listening comes from asking questions. Listening comes from the observance of
behavior when one is not in conversation.
You talk as a military member by taking a
brother who is serving in a land where he has no father, sister or brother. I understand.
I found it hard to connect with camaraderie when there are those we will
not connect with you. We worked together
on weekend when we came together. We
deployed where families were left behind and friendships should have been
forged. Being homosexual in the military
heterosexuals find it hard to bond to homosexuals. The bond is different.
I thought I heard you ask something about
the angels. The angels which I play with
are children in nature. I would say
childlike but childlike does not fit the description. They children. There are adults and there are children. I am learning about the family of Amun. They were children when they died as many
children have. So, the nature of the
child is a child. The angel may be 300
billion years old however they are still a child who grows.
I live my life as an angel and as a
man. I defend who I am against those who
do not understand. I am an angel. I am a man.
Please live with me or live as friend. I receive a lot of attention from the Kingdom
of Heaven. Some may handle it and some
may not. I do not know if Anthony told
you as to what had happened. I believe
he did; For, he mentioned something about feeling better after I had been with
him. I know he saw things he could not
explain as I saw my family pass behind him.
People say I hesitate between words. It is because I am writing. Some have to spoke as I am writing them and
some I read after I write them. Some are
sentence or paragraph in length and some are a speeches such as Who Am I.
Before I answer the next question you have I
want you to know I am not embarrassed to be the man I am. I do things because I want to enjoy
things. I do things to share with others. I do things to pleasure myself. I do things to pleasure others. I want somebody who is going to share the
moment with me and not sit away from pleasure himself as I sit and wait for you
recognize I am in the room. My
Ex-partner did this all the time. So, I
found Air Force man with 10 as he stood by and watched. Pissed me off! He said he would join and never did.
You are asking how I know how to use these
things. I will answer through friends
and I learned to do it myself. The
internet provides a lot of answers. It
beats an ignorant or unknowledgeable friend or family member. The last time was in 2013.
Time for my questions.
1.
When do you come home; back to Chicago?
We say you were homeless; where did you stay? Friends, family, shelter or Anthony. I never expected to live in shelter however
this is my second.
Where do you live in Chicago? I am familiar with the Lake Shore Drive
area. I stayed in a couple hotels in
1996 prior to a family reunion in Iowa.
A Best Western and then the Four Seasons. I worked for the Four Seasons so I got a
complimentary hotel stay.
2. Where
did you find me online?
3. Do
you have a permanent house to live in or are you share with a friend?
4. Did
you reactivate for housing due to your separation with (his Ex)?
5. When
is your Birthday? Did you have one
recently? I thought I heard somebody
say, Happy Birthday!
I am not hear to pass judgment as an
individual. I am here to listen, guide
and pass a new message. I want to grow
to know you. Letters aid me however
face-to-face communication works best. I
get a better judge of character.
When I sit here and listen to all these
people pass lies all day long I grow weary in man. I need a man how is going to forthright,
honest and patient. My patience grows
weary day-to-day. Not for mankind but
also for the Kingdom of Heaven. We are
going to destroy ourselves as we have destroyed ourselves in the Kingdom of
Heaven. There are things I am not ready
to reveal. I need to gain your trust;
For, the things I do and see will create enemies and death. For the things I hear create allies and foes.
God has traded places. We are here.
I am in reincarnation. I never
expected it. They have been showing me
since day one.
The things I say and do. I have to be careful of.
Bless you.
PS
The name on my blog site is my given
name. Through legal guardianship I took
my stepfather’s name.
Should I be vengeful that his has not written or spoke with who I
am. That my angel spoke with him verses
I?
Not sure what I should say. He
still haunts who I am due to these psychic connections. I do my best to address him. He plays us for a fool.
Shall Satan get a hold of him or should he come to who I am?
I still wait for him to come to who I am. I have done no wrong.
The tyrannies of these trials have been laborsome and unfulfilling. This murder investigation has been
ongoing. They have been trying to prove what
has been done. The Police’s and Sheriff’s
Stations have not been wanted to investigate.
I’ve been pushing the murders and rapists on a psychic level which most
may not understand.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Pseudonym
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: February 8, 2017
Revised: May 23, 2017
Revised: May 23, 2017
I hate having to put people in their places.
The purpose for my last posting was to educate the Rancho
Mirage Police Department and the Palm Desert Sheriff’s Station within the
California boundaries. There are many
who did not know how to research who I am.
There are many friends who also fall within.
The FBI within the Palm Sheriff’s Station, the Rancho Mirage
Police Department and the Palm Desert Sheriff’s Station wanted to play me for a
fool. They knew who I was. They were given my name at the time of
homicide. They were given my given
name. So… I chose to write under my
given name. These things piss my family
off, especially, my mother. My mother’s
hatred toward my father is exponential.
It’s a different story.
So, I’ve had to teach those how to use Google’s
Blogger. How to research the
simplicities of hyperlinks.
Some may follow me by email or read from Google’s
Blogger. From email they would not
utilize the hyperlink, which was supplied.
So, a small tutorial had to be in place.
A pseudonym by definition with Merriam Webster means:
a fictitious name; especially
: pen name
However, in this case I chose to write under my given name
verses the name my step-father gave to who I am.[1]
Where is the difficulty in that?
This is what the Rancho Mirage Police Department and the
Palm Desert Sheriff’s Station couldn’t figure out. So, here is what they did. They stole information from my home, which
proved my existence; i.e., my birth certificate, electronic data and
photographs.
Scrabble hollers, Unbecoming of a Police Officer!
There again is their Mission Statement:
Mission Statement: California Sheriff’s Department
In partnership with the public, we serve to protect the public
by the suppression and prevention of crime, and the reduction of criminal
recidivism; and,
Perform all mandates of the Office of Sheriff as
provided in the U.S. Constitution and laws of the State of California,
including the
investigation and enforcement of violations of federal and state laws and local
ordinances in a fair and reasonable manner; and,
Serve the superior and municipal
courts by providing court security, service of civil process, and execution of
lawful orders of the court; and,
Maintain the county jails and prisoners committed
therein as prescribed by law in a fair and humane manner.[2]
How are serving and protecting when they steal and don’t
investigate?
Friday, January 6, 2017
I Don't Get It!
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: January 06, 2017
Revised: January 12, 2016
Revised: January 12, 2016
Revised: Paragraph before last, last sentence.
ADULT LANGUAGE
I don't get it! I don't fucking get it!
How hard is it to find out who I am? I've left so many clues.
All these Hyperlinks do what they are supposed to. Do Facebook not render my information or do I need to teach those how to use Facebook?
Here are some simple instructions:
- Click on the Facebook Hyperlink on the far right side of this blog posting.
- Click on the "About" tab.
- Scroll downward until you locate: "Details About You"
Can you piece it together? Some ignorant mother fuckers (e.g. Rancho Mirage Police Department, Palm Desert Sheriff's Station, friends, and/or others who may read my blog) can't seem to piece it together. Some think they have to play me for a fool about who I am when in reality, it was John Joseph Gibbons, Redsagittarian, they were to play for a fool. He was my murderer along with Michael Richardson who held his foot down upon my backside as they played with who I am. I laid there smothered to death where Sue Trevino (Watch Station Caption Captain), Paul Anderson and John William Hamilton stood and played with each other as they held a video camera to the event of my death.
Details about the whys behind Michael Ingram, Michael Williams and now, Michael Richardson will be told at a later date. The Riverside County Sheriff's Station is still investigating along with the FBI.
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