Fight, Round One, First Minute

 
I rise early into this day; it is a day of events and decisions; and if I am understanding what I have learned the United States of American will have a bloody nose before the sun sets on California.
 
It is my guess the bloody nose will come in response to America's killing some 17 innocent Afghanis, including children, in the apparently failed attempt to kill al-Qaida's alleged number two man.
 
If you want to see why George W. Bush and all who follow him go to eternal damnation, take a look at the AP photo of the Afghani man named Shah Zaman and two of his daughters looking at the rubble of their home where three of his children lie dead.  Put yourself in that picture, put your children in that rubble.
 
I realize I appear to stand alone in this matter of collateral damage, but I in fact stand with God on this.
 
The whole business, the whole great crime, the whole military and spiritual stupidity of America's response to 9/11 is contained collateral damage.  It was not necessary, and it is still not necessary.  Given freedom of speech and press I would show you why and how; and do not fool yourself, this blog is not freedom of speech and press.
 
The approaching bloody nose on the deceitful face of the United States of America may be the last event I can document in advance before the Alaska Disaster takes place; this is because I am again at a point where I must abandon a home to save myself from being tortured to death by my American neighbors.
 
I have extended here for two weeks ending Tuesday because the co-renter who tortures me so much has been away ill since the beginning of December, and he is apparently due to come back Wednesday or Thursday.
 
It is interesting to me that he became so deathly ill, afflicted with some liver crisis, within a day or two after he had put my heart into irregular beating for about 30 minutes with his torture.
 
(The Americans now have learned how to do that, put my heart into irregular beating; perhaps the American who finally kills me in that way will get a prize.)
 
This home has been unusual in that a person in a neighboring household (that has tortured me so much since the day I moved in) fell and hit his head and died; and then this co-renter was near death during much of December, and in fact he may not be out of the woods yet.
 
This close-in space war response to the torture of me is is very unusual; usually there is a ricochet effect in which Americans further removed suffer for the torture of me by close-in Americans.  The dead from this ricochet effect number in the thousands, but close-in dead are only rarely seen in 33 years of torture.
 
There is in regard to this a peculiar situation here that I must mention, although it probably has the weight of collateral damage or less.
 
That is that the man who died next door is damned, I mean at this moment he is in Hell and will be in Hell forevermore, and while the co-renter here could still in theory save his soul by asking my forgiveness he is hardly likely to do so, and he will go to Hell, too.
 
I realize Americans think they are in some special sinless zone in their enslavement, torture, and projected and planned torture-murder of me.  There you have it again, that silly ability of the American people to lie to themselves.  Thou Shalt Not Kill, and torture is murder.
 
Damnation is the wage of this sin; tens of thousands of telepath torturers now dead are damned, tens of thousands yet alive will be damned unless they confess and ask my forgiveness.  That is, only my forgiveness and my forgiveness alone, not some priest's, not some minister's, not some shrink's, and not some mirror's no matter how intently they look into it.
 
Americans think they are playing for funzies when they torture me, but in fact they are playing for eternal keepies.
 
So back to my immediate problem, what I must find if I am not to be tortured to death is a place I can live either out of range of American torture or in a community, American or foreign, where that torture does not exist and will not be allowed to enter.
 
This means I know today what I cannot do, but I do not yet know what I can do.
 
I cannot live in an apartment, because Americans will torture me through the walls.  I cannot live in a house within earshot of neighbors, because neighboring Americans will torture me if I do.  Likely I cannot even live in an isolated house because government pigs will set up a torture pattern, getting paid for what most Americans are more than happy to do for free.
 
The one place I can still find peace when I am among Americans is in my car and on the road, but if I stay in a motel Americans will likely torture me through the walls, and the police love to mess with me in that on-the-road environment.
 
So, as I pack up my things, reducing them to an amount that will fit into my little car, I review possibilities of places to go.  I look locally to Central California; I look to Hollywood to write my movie; I look to as far North as Seattle and as far east as Nebraska, and then further eastward to Florida and the East Coast states; I look to South America; I look to China; I look to Europe; I look to God to figure this out for me..
 
A couple years ago, when I was making good money taking care of senior horses, I was able to live on my Social Security and bank my paycheck; and one day I was driving along and God suggested I buy gold with my extra money, which I did, so now while I write these words I am making money because the price of gold is going up.
 
God is a pretty good investment advisor.
 
So, while in the past when the Americans have done their most favorite thing and made me homeless I have entered into utter destitution, this time I have enough money to search for a place where I can live and work in peace and freedom.
 
Seek and you shall find, my old pal Jesus told me; life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, says the Declaration of Independence..
 
So, the adventure I am scheduled to enter in a few days is to stay alive until I find a place to live where I will not be tortured to death by my neighbors.
 
Hope springs eternal, and like the Greek philosopher Diogenes walking around Athens with a lamp in the daylight looking for an honest man, I keep expecting to find a community of good Americans.
 
Therein lies the reason God made me the only audible mental telepath in human history, to demonstrate just exactly what the American people are; just as the nonchalant killing of innocents in Afghanistan being reported in the news today demonstrates just exactly what the American people are..
 
I do not know how big a seam in this work there will be between my leaving this home and finding another; I like producing this work so I will be back at it as soon as possible; but you already know the basics of this story whether I am reporting it or not.
 
God is going to save this world from the human being, and if I am not online to click off the smaller signs along the Road to Hell, you will be able to read the big writing on the wall.
 
While the OK/Tex fires may be difficult to see as signs even though this work documented them before they began, when the Alaska Disaster takes place that will be a big Road to Hell sign flashing Doom's Day!  Doom's Day!  Turn Back!  Turn Back!
 
Likely you will also be able to read the events of The Pyramid Gin, since they will involve the close time-juxtaposition of three events, then four events, then five events, and by then The Pyramid Gin should be eerie enough for even Republican Americans Fascists to know God is going to wring their necks.
 
The government and media will try to hide Pyramid Gin news, but I do not think they will be able to.
 
There is a little sidebar of interest in the placing of Arnold Schwartzenegger with Dick Cheney at the second level of The Pyramid Gin maneuver, because in one of his movies, Total Recall, the point of contention was the Pyramid Mine on Mars, which exploded.
 
Hmmm?  Now that I totally recall, Mount Augustine, the volcano that will bring you the Alaska Disaster, is shaped like a pyramid.  God sure does work in poetic ways.
 
So to restate the stated, I am currently scheduled to lose this connection to you in a few days; and I have much to tell you during that time; then we will likely come to a seam in this work, wide or narrow I do not yet know.
 
Meanwhile, back at space war, expect to see the United States of America get that bloody nose today.