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.
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 “antagonistēs” 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.
[i] National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific
