Dreams Come True

Lately I have been having dreams that have been coming true either the next day or shortly thereafter. Usually the dreams come true the next day, but the lone exception was a dream about a dual-bladed military transport helicopter crash that as of the posting of this entry I have not seen happen yet. I did see a news report on June 21st about a drone helicopter crash in Libya, but the copter in that crash bore no resemblance to the one in my dream. Nicolle pointed this out immediately, and said on this one I was reaching. As of today the dual-bladed copter crash has not happened as far as I can tell.

Someone has asked me to post an accounting of the first of these dreams. This is strictly an accounting. I do attribute these dreams to being a gift from the Holy Spirit; however I offer no interpretation. Make your own interpretation. If there is anyone who believes I'm making this up.. fine. Move along then. This is my blog, not yours. You can call me delusional, crazy, or whacked out. I don't care. I've been called much worse by certain people recently, and frankly, nothing anyone can say about me will ever hurt me again. That goes for Nicolle, too... the next person to call her hurtful names, accuse her of being crazy, lie about her, or hurt her in any way should fear the Hand of God. We've had enough lies spoken about us and treachery done to us to last us the rest of our lives.

Anyway, here's that dream:

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"For the record have a soft spot in my heart for veterans, and I befriended a couple of vets here in the hotel where I live, by the name of Cliff and Ed. Good guys.

In the dream, Cliff approached me and handed me what looked like a dollar bill. He said, "Do you know what that is?" I didn't have my glasses on at the time so I had a hard time seeing it. I put my glasses on and squinted and I was able to see what he handed me.

"That's a silver certificate," I said.

"Right!" said Cliff, and took it back from me. At that point the dream ended,

I woke up, told NIcolle about the dream, and opened my Bible randomly and started reading. I happened to open it to Matthew where I read about Judas Iscariot betraying Jesus for 30 pieces of silver. I thought this quite a coincidence, but wait until you hear what happened next.

The next day Ed called and asked me to come down, so I went. When I got there Ed asked to borrow twenty bucks, and handed me 1937 solid silver coin to hold as collateral. The talk then turned to the silver content of the coin, and then Ed and Cliff both began to talk about silver certificates.

I was floored."

Miracles, not Coincidences

Long time readers of this blog know I have been having an undeniable string of coincidences happening in my life of late. You can look back through some of my earlier entries to read about those, but the evens of the past 24 hours have been absolutely unbelievable. As usual, lots of what I see revolves around specific numbers, particularly my birthday (9/11), the Trinity and 666. These numbers keep jumping out at me no matter where I go.

Last night a friend took Nicolle and I to Wal-mart to buy groceries. The total of the bill was 111.66. Not sure what to make of that combination but if you flip it, it is 99.111. That's my birthday in the center of that there. Also, last night Nicolle bought a wallet, which was no big deal at the time.

Fast forward to church today. After the service, we're poking around in the gift shop and lo and behold.. they have wallets for sale. They also have crucifixes, and one of them was a crucifix on a silver chain that Nicolle tried on.

Then I got to looking at one of the wallets, and noticed it was inscribed with Isaiah 40. (By the way, I'm age 40) So I pop open my KJV and start reading. "The workman molds an image, the goldsmith overspreads it with gold, and the silversmith casts silver chains." Isaiah 40:19

So I bought the wallet, which was $15. Then I rolled Nicolle out to the corner to wait for the Paratransit bus, and when we got to the corner she pointed to something. "Look at the stickers on that car,"

I looked. Both the inspection and registration sickers had 9-11 on them.

Tonight I got a fortune cookie that read "You will bring sunshine into someone's life". My daughter is named Sunshine.

So if you're all still skeptical of what you've read here, put this in your pipe and smoke it: Wile I was typing this, the television was on King of the Hill. On the show Bobby Hill was with Hank. Buying a wallet. That just happened to be $15.

I swear on my life I'm not making any of this up.

Part 3: In Text We Trust

In the next few days, I will be transcribing text messages sent to Nicolle and I during the week of March 19th thru March 27th. These messages will be verbatim. If anyone has any doubts about the authenticity of what I put up, they are more than welcome to come visit me and view them for themselves. Last time I checked I had around 109.

Strangely enough, it seems some of the messages Nicolle's mom sent to Nicolle appeared to be sent from an iPhone. It's clear that there was a large degree of manipulation of Linda by Chanelle, up to and including Chanelle taking Linda's SIM card and putting it in her iPhone and typing messages for her. Also, Linda probably didn't know this at the time but the police escort Chanelle and/or Carla "provided" her were cops working outside their jurisdiction, making the whole thing illegal and undocumented. This is a big no-no in police procedure. This doesn't excuse what Nicolle's mom did, but I don't believe she knew it was outside the law.

But Chanelle did.

Part 2: Mothers, Daughters and, Oh Yeah.. Fathers, Too

I'm trying to decide just how much my ex, Brenda, had to do with what happened to us on March 19th. What is interesting to me is that I know she exchanged numbers with Denny Bucci in the parking lot of the place we normally go to pick up Ilona. When I asked her about this via email, she said something to the effect of "I don't have time for all this drama."

One of the facts I've not mentioned before is that Ilona was in the car with Nicolle when the accident happened. Ilona broke her back in two places and had to have rods inserted. After I found out about the accident and was on the way to the hospital, I called Brenda and she told me that I wasn't welcome there. I told her I was coming anyway, and when I got there I was met by three security guards who asked me if I'd been drinking. I told them "NO, I HAVEN'T BEEN DRINKING, MY DAUGHTER IS IN THIS HOSPITAL, AND I WANT TO SEE HER NOW. PLEASE." I'm certain this was something Brenda put them up to.

If you're still not convinced Brenda would be above something like this, consider this excerpt from an email she sent to Nicolle while she was in Methodist after the accident:

"I really have not been in contact with Tim and I really don't want to be. Ever. He told me he was kicked out of your hospital, and I just had to laugh about it. I'm sorry! I am cruel, but I can't help it. I wish he would leave us alone."

Incidentally I was kicked out of the hospital because someone from Nicolle's family, who was able to afford a room on the premises, told security that I tried to climb into bed with Nicolle while she was in CCU. I was sleeping on a couch in the lobby at the time, because, well.. our car had been totaled and I had no way to get home. And, no... I never tried to climb in bed with Nicolle in CCU. What I did do is lean over and kiss her forehead. I couldn't kiss her lips because of the tubes coming out of her mouth.

Still, I'm not sure about Brenda's involvement. Ilona loves her mother, and even if I thought Brenda was involved with the "throw Tim in jail" plot, I wouldn't pursue anything against her because it would take Ilona away from her mother. But, at this point I just don't know.

Nothing but Facts Here

For those who don't know, Nicolle was in a car accident last November which resulted in massive trauma to her body. She nearly died. She told me tonight the man who saved her life, at Methodist hospital in Dallas, was Dr. John Jay.

Maybe you should Google the name John Jay sometime and see what comes up.

At some other point I'll tell you more about the events surrounding our lives of late.

Sic semper tyrannis.

Conspiracy Theory: On Fault Lines, the Chinese Threat and US Government Cooperation

A personal blog is a place for entertaining one's self. Thanks to the United States Constitution, I have the right to entertain any idea I want, in public, no matter how ludacris, delusional or paranoid it may sound. In that vein, today's topic is wild conspiracy theories. Let it be known that my theory is my personal opinion, is based on some pretty heavy research of fact, rumors and a game of connect-the-dots. If you are reading this, dear reader, all I ask is for you to briefly drop any barriers to such theories and entertain the possibility that I could be correct.

The United States is in turmoil. We have never been more divided, distracted and at each other's throats than we are today. We are over a trillion dollars in debt to the Chinese, a country which has also been buying up gold, silver and copper at an unprecedented rate for the last ten years or so.

When I worked for the ISD (Instrumentation Services Division) arm of the Army Corps of Engineers, one of the projects we dealt with was searching for underground tunnels in Korea. Apparently the North Koreans, supported by China, are masters of underground tunneling, and our job was to use seismic equipment and ground penetrating radar to search the South Korean border area for such tunnels. I personally did not go on these assignments, but many people I worked with did and I had a basic understanding of what they were doing. The Chinese are masters of civil engineering and have been for thousands of years. Ever heard of the Great Wall of China? Yeah, like that.

Now, the Chinese military knows that a nuclear assault or even a conventional military attack on the US would likely fail, or at the very least result in MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction). But what if the Chinese had the idea to attack fault lines by tunneling underground, undetected, into another countries, setting conventional and/or nuclear explosives into place at certain points on fault lines? Seismic equipment has evolved to the point of being able to analyze faults and determine exactly where to place such explosives.

Say they wanted to test such a theory? Why not start with a local neighbor, such as Japan. The Japanese are no slouches at civil engineering either, and their tsunami walls were designed to withstand any conceivable siesmic threat. The earthquake that hit them was so fierce that it produced waves several feet higher than any tsunami the Japanese scientists could even concieve. Something like that reeks of scientific calculation to me.

Now, there have been rumors of Chinese troops in Mexico for years, in two particular places: south of Laredo, Texas and in Baja California. Now Mexico still has plenty of socialist elements, as well as drug cartels, so the idea that the Mexican government would allow something like this to exist in their country is not unheard of.

Now if the Chinese were to tunnel north of these two places, they would wind up on two very dangerous fault lines: the San Andreas fault line in California, and the New Madrid fault line in the central US. Explosive detonations and critical points on these lines would wreak havoc in the United States, but more importantly would devastate nuclear missile silos in these areas, rendering the missiles unlaunchable.

If such a plan were put into place before the US knew of it, They would have us by the balls. US government authorities and military leaders would be split about what to do. Some would say initiate world war and let the best country win, but others within our government would think the best idea would be to do the Chinese bidding, allow them into our country to do whatever they want. This would explain the railroad tracks and empty interment camps that either already exist or are under construction, all of which are under the control of FEMA. Martial law would surely be declared and anyone who resisted would be placed there.

Anyone with a brain can tell that US media appears to already be censored and nonsensical wars are being waged in the Middle East, and that points to one thing: distraction. Further extrapolation of that idea means that at least part of our government is involved and is going along with the master plan.

Hopefully I'm just another conspiracy theory nut and all of what I've said here is crap.

But may God help us all if I am even partially correct.

Coincidence

We've been at this hotel since March 23rd. During the first few weeks of turmoil here, while trying to fill some of Nicolle's medication, directory assistance routed my call to what they determined to be the closest CVS pharmacy, which turned out to be nowhere near me. The address was 10666 E. Northwest Highway, Dallas TX, which is nowhere near me. Turns out the nearest CVS to me is at 10003 Marsh Ln, Dallas TX.

10666
10003

The number of the beast and the number of the Trinity.

By the way the number to this hotel, which I did not know until at least a week after we moved here, just happens to be 214-904-9666.

What an amazing coincidence.

I'm in rm 255.

Crazy. Or not.

I was walking to the Valero little while ago to get Nicolle peanut butter and bread, which the Shell near me did not have. I pray when I walk quite a bit these days, and during this walk I prayed for focus, and asked God to send me an angel. As I got close to the Valero a girl appeared out of the darkness, and as I passed her she said, "Do I know you?" I assured her she did not, but noted at the time that she looked like an old friend of mine. She explained that she was homeless, from Joplin, MO, and needed $8 to get a hotel room for herself and her kids. I agreed, and she walked with me up to the store.

After I got my items, I gave her the money told her she looked like someone I knew and she said, "What's her name?"

"Sherra", I replied.

"That's crazy!" she said. "My name is Shelby."

And as I left I could have sworn I heard someone in the distance yell, "GILLIGAN!"

Tsk. I look more like the Skipper than anything.

Relevance

CNN television all day has been talking about nothing more than a man named Weiner's weiner. In other apparently less important news, 5 more Americans died in Iraq, Japan confirmed that all 3 Fukushima Daiichi nuclear reactors melted down, and the US and Pakistan try to decide what to say after another US strike into Pakistan, as it will affect what China will do. Thank you, CNN, for focusing on what matters.

Get this one right, America. Everything depends on it.

God and Country

In case you hadn't noticed, we are a country in crisis. In these times we face threats not only external, but internal as well.

Ironically enough the Art of War teaches that if you take the time to get to know your enemy well enough, their strengths and weaknesses will be apparent. This observation is done so that you can attack your enemy when they are at their weakest point. Misdirection is also a valuable tool, because it causes confusion, thereby affecting your enemy's ability to respond in a timely fashion, giving you yet another advantage when attacking.

But what if you are not sure who the real enemy is? I would say this is the most dangerous scenario one could face when fighting a war.

I don't pretend to know exactly who is up to what, but I have a damn good idea. And I know which side I am on. I recommend a keen mind balanced with a good heart, yin and yang. I believe in what this country was and will be again. I refuse to let my descendants grow up in a world of darkness, authoritarianism, chaos or disharmony. I can't do much, but I can do my part. And I will lay down my life to do it. Will you?

It's time to choose.

Broken Soldier

Two nights ago, while I was out smoking a cigarette, a man in an SUV rolled by. He saw me, stopped, pointed at me and said, "You look familiar, are you a Marine?"

I walked over to him, and said "No, I am not a Marine, are you?"

We talked for a bit, he told me about being a Marine, being communications specialist in Kabul, and picking up something there the US government calls "agent yellow". He showed me the blisters on his fingers.

Now you can Wiki agent yellow and read all about it, but it is officially listed as a "fictional chemical weapon". It is also listed as being in the possession of the entities: "military, paramilitary, and terrorist organizations".

The man was disoriented, clearly tired, and hungry. I told him my wife and I have been having a hard time ourselves, but all I could offer him was a little food, some advil, a cigarette, and a place to sleep. He didn't trust me, or anyone, it appeared. It took forever to get him to trust me just that I only wanted to help him and not harm him. I told him about Homeward Bound, a local Dallas organization that helps soldiers returning home to readjust to society. He eventually let me go upstairs and retried a small piece of meat and a potato for him, and some Advil. He at first agreed to take me up on my offer to let him sleep in my room (he was clearly very, very tired), and got as far as my floor before saying he would be right back and disappearing.

He said his name was Kevin. I don't know who he was, but I do believe he was a broken soldier, and needed to eat and sleep. I did what I could for him. It was all he would accept before he disappeared for him. I will pray for him, and would ask you to do the same.

Maybe one day I will see him again. I hope he's okay. At this time I don't know.

Feeling a Bit Unsafe

This entry was originally posted on my Facebook account on 5/19. Later that day I removed it from there and placed it here because frankly there are a lot of people on my FB friends list who:

(a) have no idea what has been happening in my life since mid-March of this year and would not understand, and furthermore don't believe this sort of thing ever happens to anyone anyway,
(b) will think I'm begging for money,
(c) will ask questions publically that I'd rather answer privately,
(d) will think I'm making it up, and/or
(e) will think I'm batshit crazy.

Not necessarily in that order. ;)

I also would like to disassociate what I write here with my actual identity for the time being, and if you are a follower of this blog, or intend to follow it, the reason for this will become clear as I continue to write here. If you already know who I am, feel free to link to or tell others about this blog but please keep my identity to yourself for now. Some of what I say here is... well lets just call it sensitive information. Hi, have we met? Nope.

Anyway, here's that FB entry:

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Last night I discovered why my laptop has been acting funny. At some point someone was able to modify many of my local security policies that allowed almost any other computer on the network (here, a hotel-wide wifi network) remote access of almost my entire machine. Now, local security policies are changed through administrator rights, with the user almost certainly having physical access to my machine. And as if that isn't freaky enough, listen to this. I worked into the night and around 4AM finally got my policies redone and ICP locked down, and reconnected to the network. Approximately 5 minutes later, the telephone in my room rang once time and stopped. The trace log I set up shows he's been trying everything under the sun to get back in, INCLUDING an attempt to kill and modify the trace log itself. Not to mention this person knew what room I'm in, and clearly wanted me to know he knew. Folks, I have balls he size of apples but I don't feel safe here anymore. If anyone is interested in helping us get out of this place ASAP, I'd appreciate anything anyone can offer, including getting me in touch with someone looking to sublet an apartment, rent a room in a house, and/or assist with moving. Even old friends with an automobile willing to give a few rides would be appreciated beyond words. Msg me privately, I am unwilling to give out my cell phone number publicly. Thank you and my God bless every single one of you.

How I Found My Soul

I grew up in the deep South. My mother's side of the family recognized only two religions: Baptist and not-Baptist. I was forced to attend church a few times as a young boy and hated every second of it. This dislike grew into a dislike of religion in general. At one point in my teens a good friend of mine convinced me to attend a service at his church, and I agreed. I knew no one. At some point he and I began quietly giggling over something, I don't remember at this point, but it was something innocent and we were not being disrespectful in any way. A man behind us stood up, and as he glared at us shouted, "You disgust me!" and stormed out of the building. Everyone around us looked at us as if we had loudly announced our intention to begin eating small children. Humiliated, I left as soon as I could. never to return.. not just to that church, but to any church. I haven't gone near a formal place of worship of any kind since 1987.

That was nearly 25 years ago. During that time I have been on my own search for universal truth. I listened with a completely open mind and without judgement to all spiritual beliefs, myths, ethos, theories, ideas and speculation. I was willing to accept any belief system proposed provided it passed two tests: The belief has be be fully reconcilable with known scientific law, and there needed to be observable supporting proof available. Fairly simple rules one would think.. but in 25 years nothing I heard was able to satisfy those two logical requirements to my satisfaction.

However, like a true agnostic, I continued to keep an open mind, and applied this test not only to theistic beliefs but to atheistic beliefs as well. To this day I still consider atheism to be illogical, because to be atheist requires just as much of a leap of faith as a theist. There may not be emperical evidence that a god exists, but there is also none to the contrary.

For two and a half decades I had been on this spiritual quest, without finding what I was looking for. How surprised I was, then, when what I had been trying to find, proof... found me instead.

In future entries I will be recoding my personal accounting of this event, and the seven weeks surrounding it, in as much detail as I can remember. It is a story so unbelievable that even I sometimes have a hard time believing it all. But it's true, it's my story, and I'm willing to share it here.

Stay tuned.

Sign of the Times

levontaun: I happen to believe that part stays with a person
levontaun: the fetish part anyway
chickpea981: only if it's a fetish
chickpea981: not if it was just an experimental phase
levontaun: Yes.
levontaun: Linux enabled
chickpea981: meaning?
levontaun: eek, wrong window!
levontaun: Nerdery caught red handed
chickpea981: well I hope you didn't just tell someone abotu your leather fetish

Party? Partaay.

Last night I was walking in with a twelve pack when a woman passing by said, "looks like someone is having a party!"

"Just a small party", I replied.

"A small party is better than no party at all!"

Words to live by.

It's not what you think

A few minutes ago I unthinkingly held the door open for a gay man that I know for a fact has a crush on me. Now I keep half expecting to come back to my desk and find flowers on it.

Delicious

I once saw a praying mantis eat a grasshopper's head. This does not make me feel any better about the natural course of the universe.

Harlot

If you are in the drive-through line at the cleaners, and you offer to pay for the clothes of they guy behind you just because he's young and driving a sports car... you're not bold, you're a slut.

Just don't

If you use the term "blogosphere", someone should hold you down and beat you with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel.

My concern is limited

My mother keeps telling me to get burial insurance or else they'll bury me in a plywood box. I always tell her that that would be a terrible waste of plywood.

If people are going to remember me, it probably won't be because my rotting corpse is surrounded by beautiful mahogony.