WARNING: MATURE CONTENT: VIOLENCE/RAPE/ABUSE, SEVERE PHYSICAL SEXUAL TRAUMA, SEVERE TRIGGER WARNING, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY 18+

I have always believed in God, 1996 I accepted Christ as my savior, but in 2023 when I truly found Elohim, had known my search was over. I knew a few names, without my brother I could not pronounce, excepting those he already told me, had he been by my side, we could have averted so much of what I call brutality, same goes for my mother, so we get what we get.

People had pointed me in the right direction Baal, Baphomet, but that would take kicking in every door with a force no one wants, having piped up and wanting to be Head of Office of Public Executioner… none such exists and I would not want to see one created, so Fascist and not in style, are we not civilized?

Spiritually, I am not, civilized that is, or I had not always been so, doing 90 days for something to eat, my new friend Leonard only did 90 days for murder, then he stole my X account, he flies the wrong flag. I had just been learning about Chakras, energies, meditations, when I was advised about their flag(s):

They say the meanings are as written in 1977, such nice and peaceful, magical, natural and serene people.

It changed from the original, I guess they felt they were not all about sex and had no spirit, I concur.

This is reportedly a ‘battle flag’ to include trans people, transitioners, boys, girls and people of color brown and black as well as AIDS victims.

I personally do not see anything but mentally ill, confused and violent people, let me tell you a story;

See, I never seen them except one way and for good reason. My mom had ‘rented’ a room to a couple of gay guys, not on paper- a verbal agreement, I don’t know where she found them, my dad had left, she needed money, she had a soft spot for those on the fringe or downtrodden. One was the ‘guy’ the other his ‘wife’ and he was pre-op(?) they both had AIDS.
Mom was a church leader after all and believed heavily in the teachings of Christ, accept and love all people, she instilled this in all of us, her children and we believed as she had.
They moved in, in time, they had taken over my sister’s room -because it was pretty, then I heard they kind of took over our home. Walking around indecently in front of my siblings, exposing themselves at times, especially at night in front of my sister and little brother, they were 10, 14 and the other brother was 16. I did not like what I heard was happening, they were very sick and drug addicted, spending their days getting methadone and doing little else. I was working and mostly staying with a friend, being told by my brother how the two made them sick, painting their nails in the living room, literal shit under their finger nails, they told me the whole house smelled like shit. When I had learned they had no rent to pay, I was angered. This had not gone on too long, I sent word via my brother they need to leave or I will make them under no uncertain terms. Everyone knew I was a scosche psychotic, doing things that would send most to the hospital yet walking away, mosh pits were a frequent site among us, fighting, sparring, training, weight-lifting, playing with dangerous toys, weapons, motorcycles, those types. That in time would take a lot of beatings from all directions to tame, including death, jail, broken skull, and eventually the loss of my wife, but back then legendary. I would not know until over 30 years later about the Mars/Pluto rulership, my afflictions, and how they are multiplied by conjunctions, squares, opposites, I had said before, I would have benefited from such guidance. I sent this message with my brother to the squatters; ‘If they did not have rent for my mom to leave or I would evict them.’ He said he couldn’t say that, I then said if you can not say that tell them ‘I will remove them by force.’ Either way, he said both, there was some questioning, discussion, yelling, he reported to me, either way, he had made it clear I was returning to help my mom and they shouldn’t be there when I did. Apparently, everyone back home, mom included had turned against them having had enough.

They left.

I returned home with intentions to help her keep the house. This had not been my intention, but there were threats so I had to. One day they get in touch with her, something about money owed and she decided to meet them, we never actually talked with mom again.

We began to get concerned after a few hours, called around, nothing, eventually we called the police.

Police arrived at our house, we had been asked a few questions, about our mom, then asked to speak outside or away from the younger kids.

It was then I was told she had been raped and beaten, her car stolen, left for dead, she was unable to talk, she was taken to the hospital, that’s all we knew.

I was on fire, I punched some holes in the walls, devastating news for us, without our father, poised to lose our family home.

They had no leads, not enough evidence taken, no witness, no trace. A BOLO was released for her car, but it had been several hours already, she had no ID when she was found, half naked, clothes torn, wandering from behind a shopping center, unable to talk sensibly, bruised and bloodied, the person who called in ‘the disturbance’ suggested she was drunk or on drugs and the cops believed it.

Her head had been so severely beaten, she had concussion, it was so bad, she had suffered seizures, between the physical and emotional trauma her brain was literally broken.

I swore homosexuals were my enemy, period.

Mom was not tall, 5’1″ or so, she was not muscular or energetic as she had been when younger, a messenger and delivery driver with our family station wagon, as I have told you, back in the late 70’s, she had done a lot of computer work in her 40’s, she had three strong sons and a daughter to do her lifting, she was 47 or 48 at the time, no one knew what she was working on, she communicated more than I do, clacking away at her computer all day in her office, it was mid 1990’s, she had already done groundbreaking work in upgrading warehouses, creating UPC and bar code labels during the 1980’s, we knew she was writing, we knew she could program, we were not interested in it really, being rebellious as we were due to dad, my older brother, was into it, went to school for it, joined the Air Force, made a career of it, she had better influence on him, good for him. She was very pretty when she was young, beautiful as she aged, she had been through much by her late 30’s, the 1980’s were hard on her, suffering a miscarriage, dad’s abuse, learning real estate, having my sister, us boys who were more than a handful, she looked like it, I wonder these days if she were ruled by Saturn with the Capricorn Ascendant, progressed possibly, she still looked like herself, but had become somewhat strained and tired in her appearance, that is the best I can describe. Her mind was brilliant, she was a Trivial Pursuit board game master, a Jeopardy genius, we often said she should try out, she answered all the questions, even while reading the newspaper, book or watching something else in the other room, something like a 150 IQ, she had published works, as I said led the church and ministered to people. That is until Jim Bakker ripped us off tens of thousands of dollars, he broke her faith in God, she would say Religion was the peoples’ work, people were not capable of God’s Love or Grace and therefore believed neither was she any longer. Between that event and the rising cost of living in New York for all the taxes is why we moved to Florida, she was done with all the bullshit. Florida was to be the ‘fix-all’, the greatest thing. It was not, they do not like Yankees there, at least not back then, maybe they didn’t like my dad, the economy sucked, he could never achieve the upper management positions he had enjoyed up North and had to take labor work and employment agency gigs, at 5’4″-5″ or so he was not good at it, she would remind us all we were into their savings. They did okay back in the 70’s, bought their own home, it was huge, early 1900’s central Long Island, during the 60’s, they purchased another home late 70’s, rented the first and sold it later, that financed her PTL and Heritage USA dealings, then the other house early 90’s, so they had a nest egg so to say, she was smart, I always respected that and she could manage a home, to say Task Master was an understatement, however like myself she forgot very little, oh my God, when she got started with her stories; it was always who she knew and why, their interactions, they story to date, the state of things at the time, then she would finally get to what was on her mind, it was all relevant, to set precedence, a lot like myself, but she was awesome at it, I am merely a hack. I can not express enough how great she was and not for the simple fact that our parents are like Gods to us as we grow, she was truly phenomenal.

What they had done to her… she had to learn to talk again, to walk again, to do everything again, at first we had to take care of her, feed her, help her drink, she lost the use of her arm, the right one if I recall correctly, four teen kids, we had no access to money, no means to get around, and there would be no justice.

You can not understand.

Maybe if you have been in a similar situation, you could, caring for a parent at a young age is hard. I was late teens, had my own problems, after years of fighting with school, getting in trouble, I quit. I had many regrets by this time, I too lost faith in community and humanity, I was still kind and helpful in the light, but within, my darkness, well it began to grow.

She would get better, at least she could wipe her own ass and feed herself, a great testament to my sister and she would be able to talk somewhat, it was a long year. Eventually she was functional, but the time lost we were now on our way to foreclosure. We had to face facts, she managed to get her belongings to storage in preparation and made friends she could trust, we lost the house, we all went in different directions, doing what we could to get by. She had taken what was left of her savings and bought a car, staying with her friends. Shit America would rather help a murderer or colored person get on their feet than any of us, we were completely on our own.

I get a call one night, from Police, she was found in a grocery store parking lot, half hanging out of her car, she was accused of DUI, unable to talk, unable to move, passed out. They were wrong of course, she had had the big one, a Grand Mal Seizure, they took her to the hospital, confirmed she was paralyzed and in a coma, a result of the beating and rape from the nearly two dozen years earlier. I was the oldest, I spoke with the doctors, police, I had to make decisions for her, set up social security, she only got a little better in the hospital as she was now completely half paralyzed down her right side, unable to do anything, unable to speak again.

She lived on for a decade that way, as she were half paralyzed, she regained some speech ability, but it was hard to bear to hear and harder to accept what became of her, I was able to set her up for her nursing home stay and care, I had to get along and try to do my own thing, I visited when I could.

In time she had been re-arrested for that DUI over a decade old, some judge clearing books posted a warrant for a paralyzed, mostly unable to communicate little old lady, aged beyond her 60 years, in nursing care, on medications who could barely wipe her own ass. She needed assistance to get out of bed, dressed, placed in her wheelchair and rolled out to the recreation day room every morning, she could manage the wheelchair from there with one arm/hand and her one good foot, she still mustered a smile, she watched people come and go, she watched TV, she watched traffic from the entrance covered patio, she was a prisoner, stripped of her dignity, her belongings, her freedom, her joy, her very own mind. A victim.

She would be victimized again, the police took her from the nursing home, cuffed her to her good arm tightly to the wheelchair, claiming she resisted arrest and needed forceful restraint, denied her meds and spent the weekend in jail.

Those hand cuffs and restraints caused a clot, she would see the asinine judge Monday morning, she was dismissed of her charges, permitted to return to the nursing home, they didn’t even provide her transportation.

Her arm was heavily bruised, black and blue and severely swollen when she returned, the next morning they found her on the floor, completely blue, they did all the measures they could, my siblings were called, they arrived, she died later that day.

I love my mom. I miss her very much.

They determined the bruising in her arm created blood clots, clots went to her head and she stroked to death.

I hate homosexuals… I hate perverts, I hate sick people, I hate opiate addicts, I hate criminals.

I hate men beating women, I hate women’s’ rights violations, I hate in this way and have hated in this way for a couple decades and have a very difficult time when face to face with these people.

I hate injustice, I hate the system, I struggled daily for decades to comprehend this the rest of my life.

When I turn on my television, I have to see their Goddamn flag, LGBTQ+ whatever programming and I have no option to turn it off, fuck Xfinity and NBC and Paramount for this, I used to watch Amazon programs, I liked them quite a lot, I did not mind ‘alphabet’ characters at all, but when things turned to be promoting everything this lifestyle, this perversion included and represented I became quite ill, it occurred to me, we as a society not only accepted this, we allowed it to become mainstream, this is not good, it disgusted me, I was considering taking my movie script to Amazon… no, nope, not ever, I logged out and never returned.

None of this accounts for what happened to my wife before we met, her rebellious excursion into New York City to escape her father’s abuse…

It took me years to not want to hurt these people, you can not understand. I myself understood they are not all the same, they are not all criminals, no matter, I struggled with this every day and still do at times. Everyone has a differing spin on what is good and bad, all I see is Godless monsters, I do not want forgiving, only understanding.

So when I see their Goddamn flag, understand this, you may as well be calling me out to fight and go to war. Battle flag- LMFAO, we then the rest happened, the Biden Administration, the White House Lawn party, New York, Trans Strippers in classrooms, trans men in woman’s sports, you declare war? When I learned it was God’s Rainbow inverted, the Chakras inverted, I was to take it only one way, the work of Lucifer, you had become Un-Godly and Evil to me, this meant War and I would use the darkest depths of my Soul to wage my own Spiritual War against all Foes Foreign and Domestic, my reach would become Limitless the closer I got to God. Know your Enemy, you want ‘woke’? I am wide awake all the way to the darkest parts of my soul… you have awakened me, my judgement and you want to see Magic? Well so be it.

Keep waving your battle flag and demand your bullshit rights, but know I want you all jailed for what you did to her, for my government hosting parties on the lawn of the White House, do not wonder how much of this was possible, me finding Elohim, learning of Holy War and siding with God, up to and including taking back the White House. I can not stand the smell of shit. I can not stand the flag. I have hatred that can never be alleviated or reconciled, so much so that a quarter century has passed and I can not stand to hear that disgusting voice you all impersonate, it makes me violent, my own Long Island voice at times makes me angry, it is a non stop fire and it can not be extinguished.

I curse you with that, I curse every one of you for decades of pain, you made me put on The Full Armor of God, now you know.

Do not even consider what all the rest has done to me personally, the Lawfare, the Treason, the breaking of Oath of Office and so many of you in Media who champion this behavior, toss in a poisonous mandated vaccination, then Understand I feel everything and everyone, it works both ways, I affect your Minds now and this is the fuel, now you Comprehend why no monies, no titles, no lands, without regret or apology, not a word, not from the government, not from police, not from the doctors, scientists, politicians, justice system, not from any of you, there is no consolation and I have made it into a raging fire in my mind, this attack on me the last couple years, my endless searching, unknowing, when I found out what you all did to me, I can not stop until everything is in order, according to God’s Will and I will not rest, I only get stronger, be grateful I have a life, so it is not on 24-7 burning a hole in your minds and do not wonder why I am as I am, or why I just want to be left alone, when you violated this, I popped up again, maybe the vaccine made me this way, maybe it was all of you, I will not stop, I learn and I conquer from within yourselves, with God Almighty you can not stop me, you can not stop all I empower, you the corrupt by the hand of Lucifer are my Enemies. Praise God!

Thank God!
Praise God!
Serve God!
Bless God!