the old psychiatrist and the old mystic discuss dreams, religion and life

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Nature lover and activist amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, of Key West, a generation above me, I’m 72, recently wrote to me about a very rough situation in Key West:

Sloan: We all have pent up feelings –sometimes intense hostile feelings bottled up===REPRESSED —I have always thought the Eimers tragedy had something to do with that element of our instinctual natures..
He (the victim ) got into the cross hairs of someones repressed hostility and once it spewed out –the rest –or some of the rest —in them(police) an outlet was triggered –and Eimers —got the result of conscious and unconscious wrath–bottled up and aged to a white hot intensity…. EVERYTHING IS MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT SEEMS—-that is what I deal with helped by a medical background. literary, philosophical , political it all comes into play—–Dostoevsky maybe had more to do with this case as far as insight than many other factors —(he and other creative insightful great authors..)—-my take —-this is a metaphorical case and will echo down the corridors of time and history.
—isn’t ISIS tribal and religious frenzy based on the core of deep instinctual human nature—-who would behead if that didn’t have heretical hatred—of an intense degree.—-sociology/ theology enters into this—as well.
Religion instead of understanding fosters antagonism— I will stick with atheism—freedom of thought.———have an illuminating day
–Jerry

[Here is a link to an article I published today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com about the Charles Eimers case: In memory of Charles Eimers, murdered by Key West police on Thanksgiving Day, 2013, because they thought he was homeless ]

I replied to Jerry:

Maybe God is an atheist? :-) Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.

Jerry wrote:

Sloan; Donna [Jerry’s wife also my dear friend] read this over my shoulder —should we put my answer as a letter to the editor —your decision also—- as it was sent to you. ??

GOD IS AN ATHEIST—OF COURSE WHICH OF THE THOUSANDS—OF MYTHS COULD THE DEITY SUPPORT—you hit he bulls eye again SLOAN
sincerely, Jerry

I replied:

I hope you will collect our entire email exchange, starting with your “we all have pent up feelings” and streamline it into a story, such as, “I wrote to a friend, he replied, my wife and I amened with ” …

I for sure will use it in tomorrow’s post – it’s outrageous :-).

A couple of hours later, I wrote to Jerry:

Hmmm, a nap dream a bit ago left me feeling maybe I should be a bit more reverent, since I know for a fact that angels and God are no myth, even though I cannot prove it. Myths/religions get started somehow, and I do not ascribe it entirely to imagination or fantasy or hoping there is something beyond living and dying and that’s the end and the sum of it. I see God in all religions known to me, some of those religions more familiar to me than others. But there seems to be a bit of slippage, or a lot, depending on members of religions’ thinking and behavior. And there seems to be a bit, or a lot, of members of religions making God in their own image. I have said, and written, many times that claiming to be an atheist admits God’s existence, because if there was no God, the issue would not arise. Even so, I had fun in our discussion today. Talking about God with religious/Bible scholars/experts tends to be a bit tiresome for me. I just proved that again, in yet another round of correspondence with one. For all I know, that might be what the nap dream was about; not discussing such matters with him.

Jerry replied:

SLOAN: as I have maintained your dreams are very fertile,
and worthwhile and relevant. —- cheers Jerry

I replied today:

A dream before dawn today left it pretty clear that today I should publish this email correspondence between us, or else, seemed to be the tone. The correspondence with the local religious/Bible scholar/expert continued to be heaps of fun. I kept telling him that he and I are on two entirely different trajectories. He kept saying I am lost and in need of his help, and I am leading other people astray. I kept telling him to get his own website and preach whatever he thinks needs to be preached; I have all I can say grace over trying to stay in Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek’s good graces. And, I told him, they made it perfectly clear to me I am not to engage him, but I must be a glutton for misery sometimes responding to the email blasts he sends out. If he reads my post today, he will see your and my correspondence leads it off, proving whatever he wants it to prove.

In his last missive, he said he didn’t believe I had ever read the Gospels, even though I quote Jesus in the Gospels to him ongoing :-). The Puritan Presbyterian private high school I attended in Chattanooga, McCallie School, required all of its students to take a course in the Old Testament and a course in the New Testament, as part of the college prep curriculum. We had to attend chapel services twice a day during the week, once on Saturday and once on Sunday, and we had to attend church on Sunday. The founder of the school preached to us most days. He maintained that he was one of the “elect” and Nikita Kruschev was the Anti-Christ, and that, as we were a semi-military school and wore military-ish uniforms and drilled week days with M1s we knew how to field strip, we would be on the front line of defense in the coming Armageddon.

I lost count of the revivals the school and student groups and individual students led. And of how many times people, including me, got saved. Finally, I quit participating. I was fed up with the pomp and circumstance. Not that I ever stopped believing God existed, or Jesus was the son of God. I just got fed up with religion. Much later, I came to a different view of Jesus, which I express often in my writings. I read the Gospels and Acts quite a few times, with a different eye than before. I told the religious expert that he and I are both sons of God, and all people on this planet are children of God, and God loves us all the same, and when he leaves this life, he will see things differently, as, I suspect, will I and everyone else.

Meanwhile, here I am, in Key West, which pretends to be paradise :), conversing with a psychiatrist, which reminds me of my all-time favorite movie, again: “Man Facing Southeast”, about a psychiatrist and a fellow claiming to be a space man having themselves a really interesting adventure together :-)

Rantes and the psychatrist

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: 2 books I would recommend to you : “WHAT DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK”, by Richard P. Feyman—not an ordinary person–beyond brilliant–the one closest to EINSTEIN in absolute intellect–a Physicist –absolutely essential to the success of the Manhattan Project—-I tried to get his lectures at CAL TECH —Amazon has them for $134 bucks–
I will still try—the most classic ever written—–Then THE MEANING OF HUMAN EXISTENCE—E>O. Wilson Professor emeritus–at Harvard (Pulitzer prize winner) wrote at least 40 books –most respected biologist on the planet—RAISED IN ALABAMA raised Baptist —–aged 92 —–DENOUNCES organized religiosity —-in a sophisticated —fierce way—arguments are unassailable !! these will enrich your life and get my message to you across.. Horribly busy day CHEERS, CHEERS Jerry
( take my advice ) –last message untill 3 AM ________________Jerry

I replied:

Thanks, Jerry –

Years ago, the angels cured me of worrying about what other people think of me. It was a hell of a transition, especially regarding how my father thought about me. But I was gotten over it.

Kudos for the esteemed biologist raised Baptist in Alabama. My father and his father were Baptists. Not sure being in on the Manhattan project turned out so well for humanity. The angels told me Christianity is the Anti-Christ, because it claims Jesus as Lord, but does not live as he told people to live.

It appears the meaning of my existence is trying to stay in the good graces of Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek. All the rest might be glitter that is not gold, even though I still think I might like some of the glitter.

I will see how it goes in dreams re my reading the two books you recommended.

:-)

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Those books –especially E.O. Wilson you might enjoy !!
Cheers again—-Sincerely—Jerry

I replied:

I found myself wondering this afternoon if Feyman and Einstein ever expressed public remorse for their contribution to the creation and use of nuclear weapons?

So far, no dream indication I’m to read Wilson’s book. It’s easy to destroy Christian crusaders’ arguments simply by using the very words of Jesus in the Gospels re the correct way to live, but it’s impossible, in my experience, for them to hear what Jesus said in the Gospels re the correct way to live.

I found myself thinking earlier today that I think maybe I’m from a parallel universe where what I think and say is common fare, or I’m thinking and speaking in a foreign language, maybe Chinese or Mongolian, or Pleiadean :-). Yeah, maybe Pleiadean :-).

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: Richard Feynman went into a depressive state, as far I know that might have lasted a long time. Einstein tried to make up for it by many humanitarian writings, i presume trying to make up for that nuclear event; You know mabe Japan deserved it –there is that part to consider.
They probably tortured and killed more Chinese than Hiroshima, and TORTURED them—they killed our people as well. Truman made that decision not he scientists…. .
The Japanese kill everything including whales and porpoises—–maybe they need another one –they piss me off big time….
Your English is fine —what is bothering you so much
out with it… ?????????? kindly, Jerry

( i support you —-Sloan you do good stuff…really.!!!! )

I replied:

Heh, heh, out with it???

For a very long time, Jerry, I have felt like I am talking to myself about most things. I say something to someone, or write it, and from the response it’s as if I didn’t say it. Or as if it was not believed. Or as if it was too horrible to believe, or even acknowledge. Maybe there is a label for my condition? :-)

That aside, I agree; Truman made that call, and I read a few years ago in a national magazine featuring a handwritten excerpt from his personal diary, that he dropped the A-bombs to intimidate the Russians, not to win the war against the Japanese, who already were trying to surrender.

I agree, the Japanese have failed utterly to take care of the very thing on which they fully depend to exist: the ocean. As a nation, they have no soul in that regard. And, from what I have read, they were ruthless and vicious in China, and elsewhere. One of their submarines torpedoed an American hospital ship bearing the white flag and red cross carrying hundreds of wounded US troops, one of whom was the best childhood friend of my mother’s brother, who perished along with most of the people on that ship.

I have read the US backed Japan into a corner and the Japanese felt they had no choice but to attack Pearl Harbor. If the Japanese admiral had carried out the attack as planned, all of the US oil reserves in Hawaii would have been destroyed and it would have taken the US a lot longer to respond. The admiral, worried about his fleet, called off that follow up second attack and headed back to Japan.

I am now certain President Roosevelt knew in plenty time of the attack on Pearl Harbor and he did not alert Pearl, he wanted the attack to proceed, because he wanted the US to enter WW II. Not badly enough to leave his aircraft carriers at Pearl, to be sunk with the rest of the US warships there. He had the carriers out to sea, which was what was bothering the Japanese admiral, as I recall from what I read; he didn’t know where the US carriers were.

I always kinda liked Einstein. But I kinda wish he had not helped Truman build those bombs; I think I read where Einstein even encouraged Truman to build A-bombs. The fear, as I read, Germany was trying to get A-bombs. They had rockets and jets, which the US and the Allies did not have. I think it was in Finland that most of the A-bomb attempt was being made by Germany? I suppose we have the Russians to thank for that not panning out.

Meanwhile, my angel friends have me all gobbed up again with pleasant Birmingham toxic wastes. The older I get, the more convinced I become the mother ship dropped me on the wrong piece of land, and maybe on the wrong planet altogether. Maybe there were a lot of sun spots around that time which threw off the mother ship’s GPS :-).

Ciaosky,

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you have it correct as far as authentic history goes—..

-there are times when most sensitive people feel “alienated” —-that feeling is very normal–that is probably you.. ( many things in life go wrong and we are far from perfect—bears repeating)

When we built the bomb —the prelude was the first “atomic REACTION pile” under the bleachers in Stag field of the University of Chicago…We were under great time pressure —I have read personal accounts of that first “PILE”

apparently from what all I have read –and you might have also—we had no choice but to construct those first nuclear bombs—-our enemies were breathing down our backs —-we will never really know –we can just surmise.

—best wishes to you Sloan!–Jerry
( we might not have had a choice) The Japanese continue to be ruthless and sub-human…!!!–Jerry

I replied:

My father was a navigator-bombardier on an Army Air Corps B-29 stationed on Guam. His B-29 squadron flew regular night missions to Japan. The two B-29’s which dropped the A-bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were not in my father’s squadron. He never talked about his war experiences.

My mother told me it upset him too badly to talk about it. Later, she told me it had really bothered him that he was killing so many people he never saw. I imagine he was really glad the war ended, and I imagine the A-bombs really bothered him.

In my last dream this morning, a big goldfish is swimming beside porpoises. On waking, I figured you were the porpoises. My father’s company was named Golden Flake, it competed head-on against Frito-Lay. He had to be the big goldfish, and the dream told me to publish your and my most recent emails. :-)

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: dreams. even though they are disguised and contain symbolism, convey much meaning —some patients their dreams led to break throughs in insight and understanding. —try and capture the feelings and emotions you are having along with the dream; those feelings can add much to the experience –in understanding.—jot down on a piece of paper what you felt as it fades rapidly–repressed. —you should have a ball as you dream so fruitfully. ——-good luck –Jerry. ( just a few sparse word can accomplish –tweaking your recall,),,,Jerry ( I will bill you in the mail)) HA HA just kidding–you know.

I replied:

Actually, most of my dreams last night were critical of me, I supposed because I mentioned the Pleiadeans again yesterday, was my take on waking. Jerry, I wager you never met anyone who dreams as I dream. It’s seldom fun, dreaming; mostly it’s an ordeal. That is something else I keep saying and writing; and, my dreams are being made by angels just for me, using themes and people and symbols which have meaning in the context of my life on this world, and my life with the angels. I remember from my dreams what I remember; I never get up and try to write them down, or keep a dream journal; it’s too much to attempt. Often several dreams go after the same issue, sort of like triangulating; and then there are dreams which are more clear, need no extra help. Then are dreams other people have about me, for me, which they share with me, and often are told in the dream to share with me. I suppose I publish this sort stuff on the off chance it might resonate with someone else who chances to read it. At the end of today’s post, still being put together, is what is called a “waking dream” – which happened in front of where I stay yesterday. The angels choreographed that, too. In a bigger scheme, the Charles Eimers case is a waking dream. WW II was a waking dream. The deeper meaning of waking dreams is just as real and fruitful, if gleaned, as the deeper meaning of sleeping dreams. Back to the salt mine :-).

P.S. As far as I know, I am the only person publishing the metaphysical perspectives found on my websites. Where do I send the bill for that? Not joking. I really would like to be able to do that.

The waking dream

 

pulling weeds

My landlady asked me if I could help remove the big patches of weeds growing in the gutter crack between the street and the sidewalk in front of her home. I said, sure, but one really big weed bunch I could not remove; I already had tugged at it and I knew I would throw my back out trying to rip it up by the roots. I said I would get onto it after I finished publishing yesterday’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. She said, okay. I asked if she had a shovel?. She said yes and fetched it. I asked if she had a hoe? She said no, but I went into her garden closet and found a long, heavy crowbar, which I said I could use to gouge out the weeds I could not get at with the shovel.

By the time I got around to it, she had gotten a good start on the smaller weeds, and was resting in her bedroom. I saw plenty more to do. It was a hot day. I figured I was going to wear out really fast and get the shakes and have to go lie down before I got very far. That’s what happened in the past when I tried to work in my yard on Little Torch Key. And, I was going to have to be really careful not to throw out my back. I was not looking forward to it.

Then, I saw two black men on bicycles stopped in the street, talking. I knew one of them was homeless, I’d seen him around a lot, but I did not recognize the other man. I asked if they wanted to make $2 dollars pulling up the one big bunch of weeds? I said I was afraid I would throw my back out doing it. All the men who lived here had bad backs, too, and the owner as well. The man I had not seen before said, sure, and he walked his bicycle over and parked it in the street next to the side walk and reached down with both hands and pulled the big weed bunch out by the roots easy as pie, it seemed to me.

Then, without me saying anything, he picked up the shovel and started in on all the other weeds. After about a minute of that, I said, well, if he was going to do that, I would pay him $10. He stopped, asked if I thought that was fair? I said, for half hour of that kind of work, I thought $10 was fair, although (I did not say) I did not think it would take him half hour.

I asked if he stayed nights at KOTS?, Key West’s overnight homeless shelter, where I knew the other fellow stayed nights. He said staying at KOTS was not good for his mental health. I said I had stayed at KOTS and had learned it was not good for my mental health, either. And I had slept in doorways, and on park benches and beaches and fishing piers all over Key West. He said, then we know what that’s all about. I said, yes, we know what that’s all about. He said he was born and raised in Key West, knows lots of people who let him stay inside.

After about 20 minutes, he had the front looking great, and I was following behind with with the recycling container picking up all the pulled weeds and putting them into the container, being very careful each time I leaned over to get more weeds not to throw out my back – that’s how precarious my back is.

He showed me one weed growing against a support post in the carport, which he said was a healing plant, a mint. Pour boiling water over it, make tea, it’s good for the eyes, as an eyewash. He picked a small piece off a leaf and gave it to me. I chewed it. It tasted sort of like mint, and indeed was a wild herb, not a weed. Bush medicine, island people call it. Mother Nature medicine. Natural medicine.

I handed him the $10 bill in my wallet, and he said he wasn’t going to take it. I asked why not? He said he wasn’t going to take it. I asked if $10 was not enough? He said it wasn’t about money. I asked if I had said or done something to upset him? No, he said. I said we made a deal, take the $10. He said he never made a deal. He was cleaning up what I had missed in the gutter and on the sidewalk and street.

I went inside and briefly told my landlady what was going on, and asked her to come outside and speak with the man. She did that, and she got nowhere with him, either. He said he did it because it needed doing, there was no charge. She said nobody works for free. I thought, didn’t say, I work for free all the time. He said we should do something for someone else, as he had done for us. I said I often had told people the same thing after I had helped them.

I told my landlady what he said about the wild mint, and showed it to her, she’s into healing and edible wild plants. She seemed smitten about that. I said this man was born and raised in Key West, has lots of friends who look after him. He said he has lots of family who looks after him. He got on his bicycle and left. I told my landlady that I still felt I had said or done something which had upset him. Perhaps I should have asked him when he had asked me if $10 was fair, what he thought was fair?

I said I had given hundreds of thousands of dollars to people in need; I told them it was not a loan, they were not to feel they had to repay me. And when they asked why?, I said, if they thought it was a loan, it always would be between them and me, and I didn’t want that. If they felt they had to pay it back, then help someone else in need.

My landlady said she felt there was something wrong with the man, mentally. I said I felt there was, too. But even so, he had important things to say. And he “just happened” to show up when I was about to try to get rid of all of those weeds, which I did not have the physical stamina to do, and I was worried about throwing out my back. I did not say I knew for a fact the angels had arranged it, when I needed to do some weeding but was unable to do it. Weeding not just in front of my landlady’s home; spirit weeding, too. And to improve my spirit-seeing a bit.

If feels like a rib might be out on the right side of my spine, or maybe a vertebrae is out there, behind my heart. That’s no accident, either, in view of what all is going on right now in Birmingham involving my father. The right side of the body is the male side. And given a lot of that has to do with my having discovered through my and two men friends’ dreams that I had an older half brother named Travis, whose father was my father, and whose mother was the daughter of the black servants in my father’s home, and when I asked my father about that in late 1999, all hell broke lose.

Maybe Travis sent that black man to help me. Travis has come to me in many dreams with help. Maybe Travis is trying to help the situation in Birmingham.

I’m  going to take a break and put some water on the stove and make wild mint tea. Bush medicine.

Mother Nature enlarged

Several dreams last night indicated today’s post needed to contain lots of 5 (female) energy, lots of 6 (Melchizedek) energy, and lots of  3 (Holy Spirit) energy. 2 (Jesus) energy also made a few appearances.

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: another important epiphany; for most people dreams are an ordeal—if not horrifying —-your dreams are not too bad (I think)
Once in a while my patients had a wonderful dream–but rare.– like a melody that soothes —-( life –not so easy full of jolts)
take care –Jerry

I replied:

Too bad most people don’t know how to use their sleeping dreams, and their waking dreams; it would change them and humanity. Their dreams are what is real, this out here is the confusion their dreams are trying to explain. My dreams, again I say it, are a bit different. I am like an ET spy receiving encrypted instructions from the mother ship, which I have to decypher and put to use. I had 2 dreams about the mother ship last night, but they were encrypted and I had to decypher them to know it was about the mother ship. My first novel, KUNDALINA, Alabama, was about a Pleiadean earth colony and the mother ship. The tale came to me after Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek had been tearing me up for a few years, changing the way I thought and perceived just about everything. Kundalina was perhaps a vacation for me, comic relief, when I was in the front end of what would turn out to be a 4-year dark night of the soul. The novel is long out of print, but I see it at online bookstores. I used a pen name, Jake Carruthers, why, can’t explain. Even the pen name was encrypted. The novel was a waking dream for me.

Jerry wrote re the November 25 , 2014 let those who can see, see, and other bush medicine – Key West organic pharmacy and beyond post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

SLOAN: religion, religion—holding up science, progress,
perpetuating myths and stiffing intellect-and—free thinking
creating myths that stifle—-how many creation myths are there
probably thousands ; creating discrimination, bigotry and
be-headings—-my take —-enjoy your afternoon and evening –Jerry.

your blogs are always interesting sometimes a bit long

I replied:

In a nap dream today, Alabama was playing a football game against another team. Near the other team’s goal line, the Alabama quarterback threw a pass which was spiraling nose up, then righted itself like a guided missile and honed straight and true to an Alabama receiver in the other team’s end zone, surrounded by defenders from the other team. The Alabama receiver caught the ball for a touchdown. Then the dream repeated, and just as the perfect strike reached the receiver, he ducked his head and the ball bounced off the top of his helmet and back out onto the playing field in front of the end zone.

The dream ended. I awoke wondering what that was about? Was I the quarterback and the receiver, and the first pass was the let those who can see, see, and other bush medicine – Key West organic pharmacy and beyond article I posted this morning at www.goodmorningkeywest.com? And was the second pass not caught because I had not posted the bush medicine article at www.goodmorningbirmingham. com, and had not then sent it to my father’s lawyer, for him to pass along to my father’s widow, two other men who take care of my father’s affairs, and my sister? I had sent the lawyer the previous “one of many dispensable churches once again dispenses with tradition, manners and common nonsense, in favor of, hmmm…” article, and several articles before that, for him to pass on to the other people involved.

I went online and found your email, Jerry.

About half of the bush medicine article today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com is your and my emails. I eliminated two shorter items from the article, which were about the Charles Eimers murder in Key West, to shorten the article for www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. I wondered if you were the Alabama receiver who caught the first pass, which was about WW II and the Japanese? And you were the same Alabama receiver who then ducked his head and ball bounced off the top of his helmet, which was the the second pass about angels and my dreams?

One of the men who rents a room my landlady today told her and me that he really liked what Gandhi said: He thought Christianity was great, someone should try it.

We laughed.

I said that reminded me of a black man in Dallas, who was somewhat of a celebrity there. When interviewed on a radio talk show, he said going to church had about as much chance of making you a Christian as standing in your garage had of making you into an automobile.

They laughed.

I posted the shortened article at the Birmingham website, with this “post-script” between you and me at the bottom, and then I emailed the article to my father’s lawyer and asked him to pass it along to my father’ widow, the two other men and my sister. All five say they are Christians.

What do I know, maybe Jesus took over that black man yesterday and had him weed the gutter for free? What do I know, maybe the black man knew that was happening?

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: the first dream is most likely WISH FULFILLMENT the most common—–
theme of any dream that isn’t complex or horrific–it is the purpose of the mind
(while letting you sleep)—to camouflage—-symbolically -metaphorically –portray
one or several of life’s infinite number of problems for the purpose of either
working it out –or just displaying it with the avowed purpose of solution seeking.–
the dream can bring out something unconscious –that is troublesome –bring it
to awareness.–in a manner that can be interpreted –but in its naked substance —
not understandable consciously–what was your feelings on both dreams—-relief
sadness, disappointment, anger, rage or ambiguity —only you can know. the subtleties
nuances, —-dreams can be embarrassing and sexuality is not uncommon,—usually
of a socially non-acceptable, censorious subject matter.or wish—-this is a whole lesson
[ dreams –the unconscious is a vast realm–Dante’s province ]—-don’t sweat it –Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry – it was one dream, two perfect passes from the Alabama quarterback to the Alabama receiver, one pass was caught, the other pass the receiver ducked his helmet. I felt like an observer in the dream. The emotion was low. I knew on waking the dream was instructive for external dramas I was engaging. I know that about every dream I have. It’s been that way since 1988.

My father came to me in a dream before I ever wrote to his lawyer, and told me I had balked, and I would lose. I replied, if I lose, he loses. I awoke pissed off, because I knew he meant I had stalled writing to his lawyer about getting an advance of my inheritance, which was repugnant to me. I was fed up with being not being able to earn a living wage. I was fed up with people giving me money or having to die for me to get money to get by on. I was fed up with being my father’s messenger. It was time he was his own messenger; he had no problem coming to me in my dreams with messages and advice and even corrections; he certainly could do that with his lawyer and his widow.

Jerry, I doubt you will ever accept it, but this is my dream life I am describing, again, as if I am speaking Chinese, Mongolian or Pleiadean, and it is unintelligible to you, and perhaps to anyone else I know in the Florida Keys. I have known people, though, who would understand, and I do know one person now who understands pretty well what I tell her about my dreams. The younger woman, Brenda, I have been looking out for since 2005.

I am pretty sure the football dream was both about my having ducked posting today’s article to the Birmingham website, the second pass, and your and my discussion about WW II and Japan, which went well, the first pass, and your and my discussion about my dreams and angels, the second pass, which continues to be two ships passing in the night.

The dream also might be about the next previous article I posted at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, in which I publicly took my stepmother to task, the first pass; but I ducked publicly cataloging her most egregious anti-Jesus acts, with help from my father and his lawyer, the second pass.

All of which will become more clear in my sleep tonight.

It also occurred to me after last writing to you this evening, that when the black fellow asked me if $10 was fair for the weeding he was doing?, that might have meant, was what the angels, my father and his oldest son Travis are doing in Birmingham right now being fairly compensated? The black man, unawares, was their messenger to me.

Jerry, there are many people on this world who would have no problem nodding their heads over how I am telling these things. I was married to 4 women who would would have had no problem, if they read it today. I had friends who would have had no problem. It is, frankly, an entirely different paradigm, which encompasses the physical human world, and encircles it.

The irony is, the various Christian sects, and the Islamic sects, some Jewish sects, the New Age, various Pagan and Arcane sects, Buddhist and Hindu sects, and countless indigenous sects all know of and sometimes experience the enveloping realm. Yet they tend to twist it to suit themselves. I don’t get to do that. I am corrected ongoing by the angels, daily, nightly.

I found myself thinking after I last emailed you that the angels are merciless. They chose you to be my main correspondent in public view for quite a while. They chose you, because they really like you, and because you are a psychiatrist with a great deal of psychotherapy experience, and because you detest lies and deceit and injustice, and because you love Mother Nature and hate what humanity is doing to her.

You needed to be a seasoned psychiatrist, because a lot of people think I am insane. Imagine what it’s like for those people to read your and my email back and forths. Imagine also what it’s like for them, if they are Christians. I see no way they care for it. The angels are merciless.

But not merciless enough to suit me.

In just a little while, the angels could change how you perceive everything, Jerry. In just a little while, the angels could change how my father’s lawyer and his widow and the two men and my sister perceive everything. The angels could have changed how my father perceived everything before he passed over. The angels could change how humanity perceives everything. But then, perhaps if the angels did that, it would be merciless. Perhaps it would rob people of learning by experience, instead of having a miracle performed on them.

Something else is in play. I am engaged in spiritual warfare with demonic forces all the time. For that reason, my dreams have to explain to me what is really going on in what I am given to engage with human beings, for the demonic forces are always influencing what I am given to engage in human affairs. Just as much, I have to know how I am being influenced by demonic forces, which means I need a lot of corrections and advice how to engage the human events and my own ego and subconscious drives.

Some of the various religious sects mentioned above know this, some of the sects don’t know or deny it. The sects which do know it, however, are not, in the main, particularly able to deal with it. In all sects are people who are able to deal with it well enough, if they are very careful. Nor am I, on my own, able to deal with demonic forces. I need heaps of input and help.

There is tremendous Evil underneath that I’m engaging in Birmingham. I have engaged it before. Many times. I get really roughed up by it. I’m getting really roughed up now. I suppose that’s a big reason I did not want to write to the lawyer the first time, because I figured it was only the first step, the first email. And hell would soon follow. And it did soon follow.

I do, however, seem to have reached a level place inside of me, where I seem reasonably ready to be poor, have very little money, just barely enough to get by and not be homeless again. I was quite a while getting to that place, but I needed to do it, to enable me to be as impartial, clinical and dispassionate as possible engaging the Birmingham situation, and the ongoing local dramas down here. That’s how I need to engage any human drama the angels arrange for me to engage: level, detached, zen’d. But as you well know, with blood kin, or a wife, or a good friend, it’s harder and more stressful.

It’s a hell of a trip. Maybe I won’t have to come back here again. To this planet. As a human.

Sloan

Jerry wrote today:

SLOAN:
it would take me quite a while to process all of that material -(and it is too personal-I would be intrusive)
BUT it appears that you have “interpretive insights” that are
meaningful —keep associating to your own dreams –I think it is paying off
in your understanding of your own issues and conflicts and eventually
compromises and solutions. Keep working and thinking -YOU HAVE THE TOOLS !!!
( you also have help from your description ) don’t get discouraged—-Jerry

I replied:

Morning, Jerry –

I intrude on myself, and in times past, nothing seems too personal regarding me, as far as the angels were concerned. I had a slew of dreams last night, after Brenda called me about a dream she’d had around 11 p.m. I could not make any sense of her dream, which did not specifically have me in it, until I’d had a few dreams, then I understood her dream indeed was about me, and, along with my own dreams thus far in the sleep time, I understood I was to leave alone, for now, a couple of things from my past regarding Birmingham, if I knew what was good for me. No dreams seemed to be about the football dream of yesterday. The rest of sleep time featured several dreams of my last wife, Patricia, who is my political muse in dreams. In the beginning of those dreams, I was very emotional re my deep love for and missing her. I really liked her, but the fates conspired against us, as did other things. In the dreams, she had a limp in her right leg. A limp in her gait would mean to Bible scholars that she had developed it by being turned every which a way but loose by angels of the Lord and now is close to God. The right side is the masculine side. The general theme in Patricia’s dreams was related to my father’s affairs and to Birmingham. The limp was to cause me later, after I was awake and fleshing all of Patricia’s dreams out, to give great credence to what all she had told me in the dreams. The details of what she told me probably need to remain untold, for now. Whatever is going on in Birmingham will play out. Another way of saying it, I learned long ago that predicting the future is a great way to hear God laugh.

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Hmmmm—it would seem much unresolved feelings related to
Birmingham–relationships and events weigh on some levels of your mind.;
possibly some degree of guilt may be interspersed….you would know…?!?

(hoping to run to swim before it gets more miserable outside.)—Jerry
immediately

I replied:

The thing I know of regarding guilt I feel big time is one of the things I don’t sense, from my dreams last night, I am to go into publicly, again. I aired it out plenty in the past. There is nothing I can do about it but endure the karma. Also, I wish I had been more attendant to my mother during her last illness. This stuff going on now, though, is, for all I see, regarding my father and his widow.

Just for yucks, I spent several hours yesterday, including 2 very long phone calls with technicians in the Philippines and India, getting my McAfee virus protection renewed and installed in my Hewlett-Packard Notebook PC, so far, the best laptop I ever had and used. I think I’ve had 6 of them. 4 died, the 5th I still have, it’s battery died really fast and I have not gotten that taken care of. I only use it when the Hewlett-Packard needs service, which is rare.
Some of the letters on its keyboard are gone, worn off my massive use. Good thing I touch type. My father told me to take a typing course in high school, he said it would come in handy later. Later, maybe there were times when he wished I had not taken the course. I imagine other people wish that, too :-).
Anyway, I learned yesterday that my McAfee virus protection expired this past June, which I thought was not possible, because I renewed it last fall. But then, I had noticed it wasn’t seeming always to act up to snuff, even though it kept saying, when I checked, that it was active and I was fully protected.
So, after the long ordeal yesterday, I ran a full virus scan with the new McAfee program, which took several hours. I figured the Hewlett-Packard was loaded with unfriendies, given how many photos I copy and download from the Internet, and how many articles I open and read there. But the full scan reported zero unfriendlies. I hesitate to call it a miracle, but I can’t think of anything else to call it :-).

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: Just got in from swimming ; ( don’t forget guilt is insidious.)
i need some calories —-and music –listen to some of gentle
Rachmaninoff and play briefly some Gershwin preludes..
a nap and some writing —–non-fiction is horrendously taxing..

I did read your text—the remark about guilt —you have more than you
might think…my virus I let an expert come in and take care of all of that;
My technician takes care of cleaning my computer and repairing whatever
needs it..( Donna had him in first grade 30 years ago–she is a mother to him
his biological mom deserted..) holiday time descending —try and ease up ! …
good wishes ——–Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry –

Sure, I feel guilty about being a lousy father to my daughters when they were young, and about being a lousy husband to seven wives and a lousy boyfriend to several girlfriends, and about not being able to make a living wage, and about lots of times when I was dishonest, and about lots of times when I was a coward, and about lots of times when I held quiet when I should have spoken, and about losing so much money on that land and trailer on Little Torch Key, and I suppose more will come to me.

Not sure where you are headed with the guilt thing, maybe I will have a dream about it. For a fact, the angels tried and convicted and jailed me for many offenses against against other people and God, and I’ve been serving what seems to be a life sentence for a lot longer longer than when the angels made their debut in my life in early 1987 :-).

I’m going to say this next thing in Chinese. :-)

The angels own me. The only way I can ease up is if they ease up on me or I stop breathing. I see no indication they have easing up on me on their agenda. I hope I am mistaken :-).

I am pretty sure the angels view the way they treat me as having me swim for exercise, and sometimes for enjoyment, in water of various depths, tones and quality. Similar to using me and what they have me publish as their bait shrimp :-).

Dang, I wish everyone I know could get just one day of what I get dished to me by the angels. No, a steady daily diet of it. God only knows how much they would pay me to try to persuade the angels to leave them alone. Move over Bill Gates :-).

Ciao,

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: just being honest, candid, about what bothers you is
a good step toward diminishing noxious feelings.
going toward more enjoyment from life—less imprisonment
by guilt—-going toward freedom.

Sorry have to go toa mandatory Birthday party–Donna is yelling
at me to hurry———–Cheers –Jerry

I replied:

Honesty is good. It’s gotten me into lots of trouble; even got me locked up in a psychiatric ward in a private hospital, the only escape from which was to be transferred to a nearby state mental hospital. Part of my field residency in psychiatry :-). The escape from there was another story.

My residual feelings toward myself about that experience are I was an idiot. Not for saying what I said, which got me locked up, but for being where I was when I said it. I should have been somewhere else, specifically, leaving a marriage that was not working, and moving to Big Pine Key. In 1997.

Once upon a time, a close friend, who was getting really roughed up by the angels, was moved by them to write a “letter of introduction” for me, “to whomever it might concern.” He wrote that he believed I was constitutionally incapable of not telling the truth. He had learned that from many personal dealings with me. My father learned it, too. As did his widow. And their lawyer.

I’m still wondering if I will dream about guilt tonight? Guilt isn’t something I spend a lot of time fretting over. Maybe I’m in denial; if so, it will be dealt with by the angels. Meanwhile, I am fretting over a few things.

I ain’t big on parties, especially in my own home, where I cannot leave when I am ready to be done with it. I hope the birthday party went okay for you.

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: the party —turned out —better ; there was a lot of good
feeling—-it was inter racial–incidentally—which we like.

honesty with oneself –is not easy–(-socially and or in the
interpersonal dimension –DISCRETION is the criteria–)
non-discretion leads to all sorts of bad stuff–endless repercussions..

SLOAN — have a satisfying Thanksgiving day—-Jerry

I replied:

Morning, Jerry –

Agreed re discretion; my experience, denial, cowardice, political correctness, wanting to be liked, often replace discretion; wisdom loses out, truth loses out, love loses out. No dreams last night about guilt or my laptop, which is the angels’ way of telling me those issues not in play for me at this time. Looks like the Charles Eimers case is in play today, the 1st anniversary of his murder by KWPD. I suppose our discussion also is in play, since it’s happening. What got me locked up was telling a nurse I did not know was Nurse Rached of when the angels first appeared and spoke to me, and she told Psychiatrist Rached what I had told her, and that was my introduction to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest not in a movie theater :-).

Sloan

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Amigo “Mud Dawg” Mike Tolbert, of rural Key West (Stock Island), dropped this pre-Thanksgiving cheer into my Facebook timeline yesterday:

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further Thanksgiving cheer from my Facebook timeline:

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  • Dave Carats Garratty It all started in the 1200’s and was still happening in 20th century south America, Islam still practising ,when will they all grow up, backward fucks
  • Hasse Lømmel Feldthaus I know for sure that I wouldn’t spend an eternity with any god that sanction torture instruments like this!
  • Hollman Eric “…but god loves you…”–George Carlin
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  • Sosha Swelihle Thabethe Listic So like, apparantley the text is the means to liberation, not the man standing there reading it. They just “lorded” the bible over peasents and assertive women and distort the meaning. As Lau Tzu put it “Religion is a flowery trapping of Tau (The path to heaven/ redemption)” – So religion is the problem, not spirituality, that’s what these folks needed, none of this macabre gothic spanish enquisition stuff.
  • Todd Reeder “We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.” – Jonathan Swift
  • Dana Johnson Oh, well, I guess that made it all OK.
  • Sloan Bashinsky This may seem odd, but the angels who have been on my case since early 1987 did plenty of things to me which paled what I imagine it felt like to have a screw ground through the back of my hand. Likewise, some of the psychological warfare waged against me, in the name of God, by various people.
  • Sloan Bashinsky The result was, I came to have zero respect for religion, although there were people in religions I did respect, and I came to have deep respect for and fear of the angels, who demonstrated in many ways they could do anything they wanted to do to me.

Amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, continued our uplifting discussion reported in the one of millions of dispensable churches once again dispenses with tradition, manners and common nonsense, in favor of, hmmm… post at www.birmingham.com:

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SLOAN: 2 books I would recommend to you : “WHAT DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK”, by Richard P. Feyman—not an ordinary person–beyond brilliant–the one closest to EINSTEIN in absolute intellect–a Physicist –absolutely essential to the success of the Manhattan Project—-I tried to get his lectures at CAL TECH —Amazon has them for $134 bucks–
I will still try—the most classic ever written—–Then THE MEANING OF HUMAN EXISTENCE—E>O. Wilson Professor emeritus–at Harvard (Pulitzer prize winner) wrote at least 40 books –most respected biologist on the planet—RAISED IN ALABAMA raised Baptist —–aged 92 —–DENOUNCES organized religiosity —-in a sophisticated —fierce way—arguments are unassailable !! these will enrich your life and get my message to you across.. Horribly busy day CHEERS, CHEERS Jerry
( take my advice ) –last message untill 3 AM ________________Jerry

I replied:

Thanks, Jerry –

Years ago, the angels cured me of worrying about what other people think of me. It was a hell of a transition, especially regarding how my father thought about me. But I was gotten over it.

Kudos for the esteemed biologist raised Baptist in Alabama. My father and his father were Baptists. Not sure being in on the Manhattan project turned out so well for humanity. The angels told me Christianity is the Anti-Christ, because it claims Jesus as Lord, but does not live as he told people to live.

It appears the meaning of my existence is trying to stay in the good graces of Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek. All the rest might be glitter that is not gold, even though I still think I might like some of the glitter.

I will see how it goes in dreams re my reading the two books you recommended.

:-)

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Those books –especially E.O. Wilson you might enjoy !!
Cheers again—-Sincerely—Jerry

I replied:

I found myself wondering this afternoon if Feyman and Einstein ever expressed public remorse for their contribution to the creation and use of nuclear weapons?

So far, no dream indication I’m to read Wilson’s book. It’s easy to destroy Christian crusaders’ arguments simply by using the very words of Jesus in the Gospels re the correct way to live, but it’s impossible, in my experience, for them to hear what Jesus said in the Gospels re the correct way to live.

I found myself thinking earlier today that I think maybe I’m from a parallel universe where what I think and say is common fare, or I’m thinking and speaking in a foreign language, maybe Chinese or Mongolian, or Pleiadean :-). Yeah, maybe Pleiadean :-).

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: Richard Feynman went into a depressive state, as far I know that might have lasted a long time. Einstein tried to make up for it by many humanitarian writings, i presume trying to make up for that nuclear event; You know mabe Japan deserved it –there is that part to consider.
They probably tortured and killed more Chinese than Hiroshima, and TORTURED them—they killed our people as well. Truman made that decision not he scientists…. .
The Japanese kill everything including whales and porpoises—–maybe they need another one –they piss me off big time….
Your English is fine —what is bothering you so much
out with it… ?????????? kindly, Jerry

( i support you —-Sloan you do good stuff…really.!!!! )

I replied:

Heh, heh, out with it???

For a very long time, Jerry, I have felt like I am talking to myself about most things. I say something to someone, or write it, and from the response it’s as if I didn’t say it. Or as if it was not believed. Or as if it was too horrible to believe, or even acknowledge. Maybe there is a label for my condition? :-)

That aside, I agree; Truman made that call, and I read a few years ago in a national magazine featuring a handwritten excerpt from his personal diary, that he dropped the A-bombs to intimidate the Russians, not to win the war against the Japanese, who already were trying to surrender.

I agree, the Japanese have failed utterly to take care of the very thing on which they fully depend to exist: the ocean. As a nation, they have no soul in that regard. And, from what I have read, they were ruthless and vicious in China, and elsewhere. One of their submarines torpedoed an American hospital ship bearing the white flag and red cross carrying hundreds of wounded US troops, one of whom was the best childhood friend of my mother’s brother, who perished along with most of the people on that ship.

I have read the US backed Japan into a corner and the Japanese felt they had no choice but to attack Pearl Harbor. If the Japanese admiral had carried out the attack as planned, all of the US oil reserves in Hawaii would have been destroyed and it would have taken the US a lot longer to respond. The admiral, worried about his fleet, called off that follow up second attack and headed back to Japan.

I am now certain President Roosevelt knew in plenty time of the attack on Pearl Harbor and he did not alert Pearl, he wanted the attack to proceed, because he wanted the US to enter WW II. Not badly enough to leave his aircraft carriers at Pearl, to be sunk with the rest of the US warships there. He had the carriers out to sea, which was what was bothering the Japanese admiral, as I recall from what I read; he didn’t know where the US carriers were.

I always kinda liked Einstein. But I kinda wish he had not helped Truman build those bombs; I think I read where Einstein even encouraged Truman to build A-bombs. The fear, as I read, Germany was trying to get A-bombs. The had rockets and jets, which the US and the Allies did not have. I think it was in Finland that most of the A-bomb attempt was being made by the Germany? I suppose we have the Russians to thank for that not panning out.

Meanwhile, my angel friends have me all gobbed up again with pleasant Birmingham toxic wastes. The older I get, the more convinced I become the mother ship dropped me on the wrong piece of land, and maybe on the wrong planet altogether. Maybe there were a lot of sun spots around that time which threw off the mother ship’s GPS :-).

Ciaosky,

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you have it correct as far as authentic history goes—..

-there are times when most sensitive people feel “alienated” —-that feeling is very normal–that is probably you.. ( many things in life go wrong and we are far from perfect—bears repeating)

When we built the bomb —the prelude was the first “atomic REACTION pile” under the bleachers in Stag field of the University of Chicago…We were under great time pressure —I have read personal accounts of that first “PILE”

apparently from what all I have read –and you might have also—we had no choice but to construct those first nuclear bombs—-our enemies were breathing down our backs —-we will never really know –we can just surmise.

—best wishes to you Sloan!–Jerry
( we might not have had a choice) The Japanese continue to be ruthless and sub-human…!!!–Jerry

I replied:

My father was a navigator-bombardier on an Army Air Corps B-29 stationed on Guam. His B-29 squadron flew regular night missions to Japan. The two B-29’s which dropped the A-bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were not in my father’s squadron. He never talked about his war experiences.

My mother told me it upset him too badly to talk about it. Later, she told me it had really bothered him that he was killing so many people he never saw. I imagine he was really glad the war ended, and I imagine the A-bombs really bothered him.

In my last dream this morning, a big goldfish is swimming beside porpoises. On waking, I figured you were the porpoises. My father’s company was named Golden Flake, it competed head-on against Frito-Lay. He had to be the big goldfish, and the dream told me to publish your and my most recent emails. :-)

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: dreams . even though they are disguised and contain symbolism, convey much meaning —some patients their dreams led to break throughs in insight and understanding. —try and capture the feelings and emotions you are having along with the dream; those feelings can add much to the experience –in understanding.—jot down on a piece of paper what you felt as it fades rapidly–repressed. —you should have a ball as you dream so fruitfully. ——-good luck –Jerry. ( just a few sparse word can accomplish –tweaking your recall,),,,Jerry ( I will bill you in the mail)) HA HA just kidding–you know.

I replied:

Actually, most of my dreams last night were critical of me, I supposed because I mentioned the Pleiadeans again yesterday, was my take on waking. Jerry, I wager you never met anyone who dreams as I dream. It’s seldom fun, dreaming; mostly it’s an ordeal. That is something else I keep saying and writing; and, my dreams are being made by angels just for me, using themes and people and symbols which have meaning in the context of my life on this world, and my life with the angels. I remember from my dreams what I remember; I never get up and try to write them down, or keep a dream journal; it’s too much to attempt. Often several dreams go after the same issue, sort of like triangulating; and then there are dreams which are more clear, need no extra help. Then are dreams other people have about me, for me, which they share with me, and often are told in the dream to share with me. I suppose I publish this sort stuff on the off chance it might resonate with someone else who chances to read it. At the end of today’s post, still being put together, is what is called a “waking dream” – which happened in front of where I stay yesterday. The angels choreographed that, too. In a bigger scheme, the Charles Eimers case is a waking dream. WW II was a waking dream. The deeper meaning of waking dreams is just as real and fruitful, if gleaned, as the deeper meaning of sleeping dreams. Back to the salt mine :-).

P.S. As far as I know, I am the only person publishing the metaphysical perspectives found on my websites. Where do I send the bill for that? Not joking. I really would like to be able to do that.

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: another important epiphany; for most people dreams are an ordeal—if not horrifying —-your dreams are not too bad (I think)
Once in a while my patients had a wonderful dream–but rare.– like a melody that soothes —-( life –not so easy full of jolts)
take care –Jerry

I replied:

Too bad most people don’t know how to use their sleeping dreams, and their waking dreams; it would change them and humanity. Their dreams are what is real, this out here is the confusion their dreams are trying to explain. My dreams, again I say it, are a bit different. I am like an ET spy receiving encrypted instructions from the mother ship, which I have to decypher and put to use. I had 2 dreams about the mother ship last night, but they were encrypted and I had to decypher them to know it was about the mother ship. My first novel, KUNDALINA, Alabama, was about a Pleiadean earth colony and the mother ship. The tale came to me after Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek had been tearing me up for a few years, changing the way I thought and perceived just about everything. Kundalina was perhaps a vacation for me, comic relief, when I was in the front end of what would turn out to be a 4-year dark night of the soul. The novel is long out of print, but I see it at online bookstores. I used a pen name, Jake Carruthers, why, can’t explain. Even the pen name was encrypted. The novel was a waking dream for me.

In 1990, I self-published THE HIGH LEGAL ROAD: A New Approach to Legal Problems, and in 1991, PRISONS & FREEDOM. About waking dreams and first taking the beam out of our own eye, each book was pushed through me by Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek. The birthing was a real ordeal for me, my way of thinking and perceiving life’s dramas were radically changed. Out of print for years now, the two books still can be found in used bookstores online, and even at amazon.com sometimes. If humanity lived in the way presented in those two books, there would be no need for religion, nor mostly likely for most mental health practitioners. There would be no wars. No murders. No crime. No addiction. No child abuse. No spouse abuse. No racism. No bigotry. No rape of Mother Nature. And a great deal of what medical doctors treat would not happen, or would resolve via dealing with it metaphysically.

Next today is the curious thing that happened yesterday morning in front of where I live.

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My landlady asked me if I could help remove the big patched weeds growing in the gutter crack between the street and the sidewalk in front of her home. I said, sure, but one really big weed bunch I could not remove; I already had tugged at it and I knew I would throw my back out trying to rip it up by the roots. I said I would get onto it after I finished publishing yesterday’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. She said, okay. I asked if she had a shovel, she said yes and fetched it. I asked if she had a hoe, she said no, but I went into her garden close and found a long, heavy crow bar, which I said I could use to gouge out the weeds I could not get at with the shovel.

By the time I got around to it, she had gotten a good start on the smaller weeds, and was resting in her bedroom. I saw plenty more to do. It was hot yesterday. I figured I was going to wear out really fast and get the shakes and have to go lie down before I got very far. That’s what happened in the past when I tried to work in my yard on Little Torch Key. And, I was going to have to be really careful not to throw out my back. I was not looking forward to it.

Then, I saw two black men on bicycles stopped in the street, talking. I knew one of them was homeless, I’d seen him around a lot, but I did not recognize the other man. I asked if they wanted to make $2 dollars pulling up the one big bunch of weeds? I said I was afraid I would throw my back out doing it. All the men who lived here had bad backs, too, and the owner as well. The man I had not seen before said, sure, and he walked his bicycle over and parked it in the street next to the side walk and reached down with both hands and pulled the big weed bunch out by the roots easy as pie, it seemed to me.

Then, without me saying anything, he picked up the shovel and started in on all the other weeds. After about a minute of that, I said, well, if he was going to do that, I would pay him $10. He stopped, asked if I thought that was fair? I said, for half hour of that kind of work, I thought $10 was fair, although (I did not say) I did not think it would take him half hour.

I asked if he stayed nights at KOTS?, Key West’s overnight homeless shelter, where I knew the other fellow stayed nights. He said staying at KOTS was not good for his mental health. I said I had stayed at KOTS and had learned it was not good for my mental health, either. And I had slept in doorways, and on park benches and beaches and fishing piers all over Key West. He said, then we know what that’s all about. I said, yes, we know what that’s all about. He said he was born and raised in Key West, knows lots of people who let him stay inside.

After about 20 minutes, he had the front looking great, and I was following behind with with the recycling container picking up all the pulled weeds and putting them into the container, being very careful each time I leaned over to get more weeds not to throw out my back – that’s how precarious my back is.

He showed me one weed growing against a support post in the carport, which he said was a healing plant, a mint. Pour boiling water over it, make tea, it’s good for the eyes, as an eyewash. He picked a small piece off a leaf and gave it to me. I chewed it. It tasted sort of like mint, and indeed was a wild herb, not a weed. Bush medicine, island people call it. Mother Nature medicine. Natural medicine.

I handed him the $10 bill in my wallet, and he said he wasn’t going to take it. I asked why not? He said he wasn’t going to take it. I asked if $10 was not enough? He said it wasn’t about money. I asked if I had said or done something to upset him? No, he said. I said we made a deal, take the $10. He said he never made a deal. He was cleaning up what I had missed in the gutter and on the sidewalk and street.

I went inside and briefly told my landlady what was going on, and asked her to come outside and speak with the man. She did that, and she got nowhere with him, either. He said he did it because it needed doing, there was no charge. She said nobody works for free. I thought, didn’t say, I work for free all the time. He said we should do something for someone else, as he had done for us. I said I often had told people the same thing after I had helped them.

I told my landlady what he said about the wild mint, and showed it to her, she’s into healing and edible wild plants. She seemed smitten about that. I said this man was born and raised in Key West, has lots of friends who look after him. He said he has lots of family who looks after him. He got on his bicycle and left. I told my landlady that I still felt I had said or done something which had upset him. Perhaps I should have asked him when he had asked me if $10 was fair, what he thought was fair?

I said I had given hundreds of thousands of dollars to people in need; I told them it was not a loan, they were not to feel they had to repay me. And when they asked why?, I said, if they thought it was a loan, it always would be between them and me, and I didn’t want that. If they felt they had to pay it back, then help someone else in need.

My landlady said she felt there was something wrong with the man, mentally. I said I felt there was, too. But even so, he had important things to say. And he “just happened” to show up when I was about to try to get rid of all of those weeds, which I did not have the physical stamina to do, and I was worried about throwing out my back. I did not say I knew for a fact the angels had arranged it, when I needed to do some weeding but was unable to do it. Weeding not just in front of my landlady’s home; spirit weeding, too. And to improve my spirit-seeing a bit.

If feels like a rib might be out on the right side of my spine, or maybe a vertebrae is out there, behind my heart. That’s no accident, either, in view of what all is going on right now in Birmingham. And given a lot of that has to do with my having discovered through my and two men friends’ dreams that I had an older half brother named Travis, whose father was my father, and whose mother was the daughter of the black servants in my father’s home, and I asked my father about that, and all hell then broke lose.

Maybe Travis sent that black man to help me yesterday. He has come to me in many dreams with help. Maybe Travis is trying to help the situation in Birmingham.

I’m  going to take a break and put some water on the stove and make wild mint tea. Bush medicine.

Mother Nature enlarged

Several dreams last night indicated today’s post needed to contain lots of 5 (female) energy, lots of 6 (Melchizedek) energy, and lots of  3 (Holy Spirit) energy. 2 (Jesus) energy also made a few appearances.

Sloan angel

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

Post-script:

In a nap dream later today, Alabama was playing a football game against another team. Near the other team’s goal line, the Alabama quarterback threw a pass, which was spiraling nose up, then righted itself like a guided missile and honed straight and true to an Alabama receiver in the other team’s end zone, surrounded by defenders from the other teams. The Alabama receiver caught the ball for a touchdown. Then the dream repeated, and just as the perfect strike reached the Alabama receiver, he ducked his head and the ball bounced off the top of his helmet and back out onto the playing field in front of the end zone.

The dream ended. I awoke wondering what that was about? Was I the quarterback and the receiver, and the first pass was what I posted this morning at www.goodmorningkeywest.com? And was the second pass not caught because I had not posted the article at www.goodmorningbirmingham. com, and had not then sent it to my father’s lawyer, for him to pass along to my father’s widow, two other men who take care of my father’s affairs, and my sister, Elisebeth Bashinsky? I had sent the lawyer the previous one of millions of dispensable churches once again dispenses with tradition, manners and common nonsense, in favor of, hmmm…  article, and several articles before that, for him to pass on to the other people involved.

I went online and found this email from Jerry Weinstock:

SLOAN: religion, religion—holding up science, progress,
perpetuating myths and stiffing intellect-and—free thinking
creating myths that stifle—-how many creation myths are there
probably thousands ; creating discrimination, bigotry and
be-headings—-my take —-enjoy your afternoon and evening –Jerry.

your blogs are always interesting sometimes a bit long

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About half of the article today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com was Jerry’s and my emails. I eliminated two shorter items from the atricle, which were about the Charles Eimers murder in Key West, to shorten the article for www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. I wondered if Jerry was the Alabama receiver who caught the first pass, which was about WW II? And was Jerry the same receiver who then ducked his head and ball bounced off the top of his helmet, which was the the second pass about angels and my dreams?

One of the men who rents a room my landlady today told her and me that he really liked what Gandhi said: He thought Christianity was great, someone should try it.

We laughed.

I said that reminded me of a black man in Dallas, who was somewhat of a celebrity there. When interviewed on a radio talk show, he said going to church had about as much chance of making you a Christian as standing in your garage had of making you into an automobile.

They laughed.

I will email this article to my father’s lawyer and ask him to pass it along to my father’ widow, the two other men and my sister. All five say they are Christians.

What do I know, maybe Jesus took over that black man and had him weed the gutter for free? What do I know, maybe the black man knew that was happening?

Bash

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This Sunday’s fun church party starts with a reply from Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry to the November 20, 2014 going off the reservation in Key West, and other starry, starry night enterprises post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

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Sloan: We all have pent up feelings –sometimes intense hostile feelings bottled up===REPRESSED —I have always thought the Eimers tragedy had something to do with that element of our instinctual natures..
He (the victim ) got into the cross hairs of someones repressed hostility and once it spewed out –the rest –or some of the rest —in them(police) an outlet was triggered –and Eimers —got the result of conscious and unconscious wrath–bottled up and aged to a white hot intensity…. EVERYTHING IS MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT SEEMS—-that is what I deal with helped by a medical background. literary, philosophical , political it all comes into play—–Dostoevsky maybe had more to do with this case as far as insight than many other factors —(he and other creative insightful great authors..)—-my take —-this is a metaphorical case and will echo down the corridors of time and history.
—isn’t ISIS tribal and religious frenzy based on the core of deep instinctual human nature—-who would behead if that didn’t have heretical hatred—of an intense degree.—-sociology/ theology enters into this—as well.
Religion instead of understanding fosters antagonism— I will stick with atheism—freedom of thought.———have an illuminating day
–Jerry

I replied:

Maybe God is an atheist? :-) Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.

Jerry wrote:

Sloan; Donna read this over my shoulder —should we put my answer as a letter to the editor —your decision also—- as it was sent to you. ??

GOD IS AN ATHEIST—OF COURSE WHICH OF THE THOUSANDS—OF MYTHS COULD THE DEITY SUPPORT—you hit he bulls eye again SLOAN
sincerely, Jerry

I replied:

I hope you will collect our entire email exchange, starting with your “we all have pent up feelings” and streamline it into a story, such as, “I wrote to a friend, he replied, my wife and I amened with ” …

I for sure will use it in tomorrow’s post – it’s outrageous :-).

A couple of hours later, I wrote to Jerry:

Hmmm, a nap dream a bit ago left me feeling maybe I should be a bit more reverent, since I know for a fact that angels and God are no myth, even though I cannot prove it. Myths/religions get started somehow, and I do not ascribe it entirely to imagination or fantasy or hoping there is something beyond living and dying and that’s the end and the sum of it. I see God in all religions known to me, some of those religions more familiar to me than others. But there seems to be a bit of slippage, or a lot, depending on members of religions’ thinking and behavior. And there seems to be a bit, or a lot, of members of religions making God in their own image. I have said, and written, many times that claiming to be an atheist admits God’s existence, because if there was no God, the issue would not arise. Even so, I had fun in our discussion today. Talking about God with religious/Bible scholars/experts tends to be a bit tiresome for me. I just proved that again, in yet another round of correspondence with one. For all I know, that might be what the nap dream was about; not discussing such matters with him.

Jerry replied:

SLOAN: as I have maintained your dreams are very fertile,
and worthwhile and relevant. —- cheers Jerry

I replied today:

A dream before dawn today left it pretty clear that today I should publish this email correspondence between us, or else, seemed to be the tone. The correspondence with the religious/Bible scholar/expert continued to be heaps of fun. I kept telling him that he and I are on two entirely different trajectories. He kept saying I am lost and in need of his help, and I am leading other people astray. I kept telling him to get his own website and preach whatever he thinks needs to be preached; I have all I can say grace over trying to stay in Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek’s good graces. And, I told him, they made it perfectly clear to me I am not to engage him, but I must be a glutton for misery sometimes responding to the email blasts he sends out. If he reads my post today, he will see your and my correspondence leads it off, proving whatever he wants it to prove.

In his last missive, he said he didn’t believe I had ever read the Gospels, even though I quote Jesus in the Gospels to him ongoing :-). The Puritan Presbyterian private high school I attended in Chattanooga, McCallie School, required all of its students to take a course in the Old Testament and a course in the New Testament, as part of the college prep curriculum. We had to attend chapel services twice a day during the week, once on Saturday and once on Sunday, and we had to attend church on Sunday. The founder of the school preached to us most days. He maintained that he was one of the “elect” and Nikita Kruschev was the Anti-Christ, and that, as we were a semi-military school and wore military-ish uniforms and drilled week days with M-1s we knew how to field strip, we would be on the front line of defense in the coming Armageddon.

I lost count of the revivals the school and student groups and individual students led. And of how many times people, including me, got saved. Finally, I quit participating. I was fed up with the pomp and circumstance. Not that I ever stopped believing God existed, or Jesus was the son of God. I just got fed up with religion. Much later, I came to a different view of Jesus, which I express often in my writings. I read the Gospels and Acts quite a few times, with a different eye than before. I told the religious expert that he and I are both sons of God, and all people on this planet are children of God, and God loves us all the same, and when he leaves this life, he will see things differently, as, I suspect, will I and everyone else.

Meanwhile, here I am, in Key West, which pretends to be paradise :), conversing with a psychiatrist, which reminds me of my all-time favorite movie, again: “Man Facing Southeast”, about a psychiatrist and a fellow claiming to be a space man having themselves a really interesting adventure together :-)

Rantes and the psychatrist

Sloan

Today’s church party now migrates to a booze-gotcha article in today’s Key West Citizen (www.keysnews.com).

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spring break, Key West

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Citizen writer arrested
CITIZEN STAFF

Longtime Citizen staff writer Terry Schmida

Terry Schmida

was arrested early Saturday morning on allegations he attempted to run over a restaurant waitress with his car after failing to pay a $9 bill, according to Key West police.

Schmida, 45, of the 3300 block of Duck Avenue, faces charges of felony aggravated assault with a deadly weapon without intent to kill, misdemeanor DUI and misdemeanor petty theft.

There was no indication in two arrest affidavits released that the waitress was seriously injured, but the reports did note she feared for her life during the incident.

Those reports written by Key West police officers and later released by the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office also allege Schmida tried to bite an officer, and he was placed in a restraint chair after being shocked with a Taser and pepper sprayed while being booked into jail.

Officers described the incident this way:

Schmida was at Denny’s, 925 Duval St., at 2 a.m. when a waitress reported it appeared he was attempting to walk out without paying a $9.23 bill. He was stopped at the register and “fumbled” through some papers in his pockets before an employee helped him find his driver’s license and a $5 bill — both of which he left inside the restaurant. He then went outside to his car in an effort to find a credit or debit card to cover the rest of the bill. The female employee at the register followed him, writing down his license tag number. The employee reportedly asked Schmida if he should be driving, and he allegedly replied, “No, but I’m going home.”

When Schmida couldn’t find a credit or debit card in his car, the employee asked him to come back inside and to call a friend to help him pay the bill, or she would be forced to call police. Schmida reportedly refused and stated, “She wouldn’t like what happened if she called police.”

Another female employee came outside to help when Schmida started his car and attempted to leave. One of the two employees was in front of his car at that time, and Schmida allegedly began “tapping the accelerator and pushing her with his car,” reports state.

At one point, the employee was pushed with “enough force that her feet were no longer on the ground and all her body weight was on the hood of the car.” She then jumped out of the way “for fear she was going to be run over,” reports state.

The other employee outside captured the incident with her cell phone, which police placed into evidence. She also told police it appeared Schmida was “barely able to stand” during the incident.

Schmida was later stopped on Flagler Avenue at Government Road after an officer saw his car and began following him, noting that the car was “straddling the center line,” according to reports.

Schmida reportedly stopped in the roadway when the officer activated his blue lights before “accelerating” and then stopping in the parking lane.

While inside his car, Schmida reportedly “searched the owner’s manual, cover to cover, several times for no reason and attempted to turn on the car’s stereo system while the car’s ignition was off.”

Officers noted he also allegedly “attempted to roll up and down the car’s electric windows, again attempted to manipulate the car’s stereo and fumble with the driver side interior door handle and lock,” reports state.

Officers also wrote that Schmida appeared unaware that he had left his driver’s license at the restaurant.

Schmida appeared unable to focus on stationary objects, had trouble balancing, had bloodshot eyes and smelled of alcohol, reports state.

He told officers he had a medical condition, but that it didn’t hinder him from performing field sobriety tests.

“As Schmida performed the exercise, it appeared he mimicked the stance of ‘The Karate Kid,’” the officer wrote in reference the 1980s martial arts movie. At one point, Schmida also reportedly asked officers to not arrest him, to let him leave his car at the scene and to drive him home, reports state.

A Denny’s manager then arrived with police and identified Schmida as the suspect who left the restaurant without completing payment, reports state.

Schmida was taken to the Monroe County Detention Center on Stock Island and placed in the DUI room, where he allegedly “began to yell vulgar obscenities toward me and that he was intending on planning on impacting my career in a negative manner,” the arresting officer wrote. “Schmida then tried to bite my hand or the implied consent card I was holding.”

Schmida reportedly declined to give a breath sample, and when turned over to detention deputies, he physically resisted them to the extent they used a Taser and pepper spray. They also placed him in a restraint chair, reports state.

Schmida remained in Monroe County Detention Center Saturday night under no bail. His first court date was scheduled for Dec. 4 before county Judge Peary Fowler.

Schmida writes about public and private Florida Keys schools as well as the Monroe County School Board and nonprofit organizations. He is also the author of three nonfiction true crime books that outline notable Keys crimes through the years.

editor@keysnews.com

Kudos to the Citizen for tattling on one of its own, but no mention of Schmida being put on administrative leave pending the final outcome of the monster legal and moral mess he made for himself. Can’t imagine the Citizen letting Schmida go back to reporting school district news, thus sending a loud and clear message to every student from K-16 that this kind of behavior is desired.

But then, that’s what Key West’s Mayor Craig Cates and the six city commissioners did when they looked the other way after City Planner Don Craig

Don Craig

got drunk and started throwing rocks at passing cars, which he felt were traveling too fast through his neighborhood, until he threw a rock at a Key West police cruiser and got himself put in the Sheriff’s jail. What could the mayor and city commissioners do but look the other way? With more bars per capita than any other city anywhere, it is claimed of Key West, getting drunk is the city’s main pastime and economic engine. As such, boozing must be honored and protected, even though the city also is said to have more churches per capita than any other city anywhere. No correlation, of course :-).

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By like token, during his recent deposition, below, Key West Police Chief Donie Lee

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sent a loud and clear message to every child and adult in Key West, that what his well-trained, courteous, protect and serve Nazi cops did to Charles Eimers was okay. Not even in his scorching deposition does Lee back down from protecting his Gestapo.

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If you have not yet done so, open this link – NOWHERE TO RUN: NEW VIDEO DEVASTATING TO KWPD CREDIBILITY – and read the blue paper article on Lee’s deposition and the 2nd video, which made liars under oath, so help them God, out of all of the cops involved, and watch the video clip of part of Lee’s deposition, and see for yourself what an honorable law enforcement officer he is, and what an honorable mayor and city commission and city manager Key West has: they have backed Lee and his storm troopers all the way in the murder of Charles Eimers by city cops last Thanksgiving Day.

Eimers one human

On yet another Miss Manners moral front is a letter to the editor in today’s Citizen, I added the pics, my interjected happy thoughts in bold italics:

Puritans

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Dress code should be part of Fantasy Fest events

Having attended the Fantasy Fest special meeting Monday night at Old City Hall, I am now fueled with ambivalence. However we have always loved the diversity of the Fantasy Fest week-long schedule of activities. You can choose the events you enjoy, e.g. the Neighborhood March with costumes galore, or the pet parade, Head-dress Ball, children’s day, etc. And all the theme parties to choose from, as well as the Capt. Morgan adult parade and party night, offer a fun week for guests to our town and locals as well.

There could and should be a dress code for each event posted in the calendar of events for the week. For example, togas for Sloppy Joe’s annual party, plaid for Capt. Tony’s, theme costumes for the Neighborhood March with body paint permitted, but full frontal nudity not allowed for this event (citations will be issued).

Er, what about the ongoing annual party on several blocks of lower Duval Street and its sidewalks, which is mostly come as you are and spontaneous?

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Family friendly events should be advertised as such. Pet parade, neighborhood march, children’s day are family friendly. Parental discretion is always encouraged when choosing events for their children, and should be part of the advertising.

Any parent who brings a child to Duval Street during Fantasy Fest has no reason to complain later; personally, I would have had no problem brining my young daughters to Duval Street during Fantasy Fest; they would have had a great time and it would have been really educational for them, in the school of life.

As one speaker suggested at the Monday meeting, we may need a new advertising group; so be it. That is not a hard fix.

Dream on. By the way, City Commissioner Jimmy Weekley told me just after the community meeting that the current advertising group’s advertising plainly states nuditiy is not allowed at Fantasy Fest.

Please do keep in mind that Key West is thought of as a Caribbean island destination, and does attract visitors for our version of “Carnivale,” which is celebrated throughout the Caribbean and is traditionally an adult festival. The Virgin Islands, by the way, begin their adult parade celebration at midnight. Certainly no children are included.

Actually, my dear, Key West mostly is thought of as a party town, and most visitors party when they get here, whether it’s during Fantasy Fest, or any other time of the year. If you don’t know that, then you have not spent any time on lower Duval Street during the evening, night and wee hours of the next day, any day of the year.

May I close by saying that public displays of lewd and vulgar behaviors are never appropriate or attractive, but can be difficult to control in such a large and diffuse venue. That is why we choose not to go to the Saturday night event.

That’s right, Miss Manners. Nobody ever twisted your or anybody’s arm to be on Duval Street Saturday night during Fantasy Fest, nor any other Saturday night, nor any night. If you are on Duval Street at night, then its because you want to be there.

When we have all these choices for Fantasy Fest week, yet so many real tragedies we seem unable to change, it seems foolish to stress over a nonissue like nudity.

It’s an issue to Puritans, Miss Manners. They can’t even sleep locked safely in their homes at night, thinking about nudity on Duval Street during Fantasy Fest. But the rest of the year they sleep fitfully through the Duval Street booze halls, strip clubs, lap dance parlors, whorehouses and orgy dens, all of which traffic in street drugs, going full blast every night.

Ruth Antonowich

Key West

Not to worry, Ruth, your mayor and city commissioners are not going to let the Puritans damage the city’s economic engine, of which Fantasy Fest is the biggest single weekly event, based on the legions of revelers I see on Duval Street during each Fantasy Fest. In God your city leaders trust, all others must pay cash :-).

Fantasy Fest parade 2013

Meanwhile, all you school kids might wish to stay away from Duval Street the rest of the year, because there is nothing going on there, which will help you be able to get along in life after you graduate from high school, assuming you graduate – unless your chosen career is being drunk and high and promiscuous and/or trafficking in same for money.

school bus with kids

Learn a trade now, even if you hope to attend college. And learn how to touch type. And become fluent in English and Spanish. You need job skills. You need to have a way to earn a living, in case you don’t attend college, and in case, even if you do attend college, what you learn there doesn’t translate into earning you a living. If you want to be able to take care of yourself, then that’s totally on you to take care of.

If you don’t do it now, if you do not have a trade before you leave high school, you probably will end up like the spring breaker damsel, Terry Schmida, Don Craig, Donnie Lee, a storm trooper cop, a religious fanatic, a patient in a mental hospital, a miss manners somebody else provides for, a slip-sliding politician, dead on a beach, in yet another nice overseas tourist destination US war, homeless, or, hmmm, like me :-).

It’s up to you.

Sloan

Sloan Bashinsky, Monroe County School Board candidate, 2012
keysmyhome@hotmail.com

Post-Script: itinerant street preacher report in today’s KONK Life (www.konklife.com), which arrived in my email box as I was putting together today’s dispensable service:

THE BIG STORY

We Wish We Didn’t Know

BY RICK BOETTGER

Konk Life Staff Writer

The new video that has surfaced showing Charles Eimers’ face covered with sand and blood all over his ear is such bad news that most of our society just wishes it weren’t true.

A minority of people have been critical of the police action that resulted in the new retiree’s death last Thanksgiving on the day he was moving to Key West. But the KWPD, the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, the Medical examiner, the State Attorney, the Grand Jury, our Civilian Review Board, all of our commissioners and other senior city staff, and the corporate media have been in deep denial. So has the majority of the population, especially those who revere jet booms as “the sound of freedom” and other emblems of state power.

They all so want to believe in the ability of our police to control themselves that they have clung to the official story that Eimers died of a heart attack that had nothing to do with the way our police arrested him. To that end, they have believed that he was able to stand after the take-down, that the sand was inconsequential, that the 10 broken ribs were from CPR and all police procedures were acceptable.

But we now know that Eimers died face down on the ground with our police all over him, one proudly declaiming the violence which put him there. And if there is anything worse than the crime itself, as we all know, is the cover-up afterward.

The cover-up began as soon as Eimers was with the EMTs. The police gave them false information about the circumstances of Eimers’ condition, eliminating any chance the EMTs would take the appropriate actions that would have had any chance of saving him. The second step was NOT getting witness statements from the many people in the area while their memories were fresh.

The cover-up continued with letting Eimers’ body not only avoid a timely autopsy, but letting him almost be cremated. During that time, officers’ car cams were not collected by the state investigators for weeks, by which time all had been lost or erased. Proven witnesses were not contacted — the critical video of the sand and blood was retrieved in two days after a phone call to a number the police, FDLE, or SA never dialed.

Somehow the Medical Examiner made a mockery of his profession by accepting the police description of events, even shredding pertinent witness statements without reading them. He ignored the sand and broken ribs, whitewashed it all, and, appropriately, quit and left the state.

The State Attorney brought in a crack police defense witness and no counterpart for the prosecution so a gullible selection of your fellow citizens, representing the majority wish that this really didn’t happen and would all go away, did their best to accomplish just that. They accepted the police version of events, ignoring visual evidence of the original eyewitness video, instead believing the charismatic police defender and the write-and-run Medical Examiner.

Our hard-won Civilian Review Board, facing the most vivid example of why they were created, shamed themselves with their silence and inaction.

I don’t know how anyone in the state can trust any investigation by our FDLE. I cannot imagine how any such agency could have done a worse job. They did not attempt to collect evidence like the dash cams until it had disappeared. They took so much time that evidence and memories degraded as they slow-walked the process for almost a year.

Most embarrassing, something that must make every officer himself cringe with guilt by association, is lead investigator Kathy Smith’s involvement. She had been married to and shared a child with the current police captain in charge of the men being investigated. The only more inappropriate relationship would have been if she were, say, currently married to one of the officers at the scene.

The recent revelation of her having signed a false sworn document to get a mortgage is the final straw for me. You might ask what signing an Affidavit of Continuous Marriage four months after getting divorced has to do with her investigating the death of Charles Eimers. Here is what I take from that. She signed a sworn statement that was egregiously false just to get a better deal on a refi, even though it would become a public record. It took me now just 55 seconds to ring it up on the Clerk’s website, being able to read the “Dissolution of Marriage” one slot away from the “Affidavit of Continuous Marriage.”

How could you believe anyone who could sign such an easily discoverable, indubitably criminally false oath could be trusted to sign off on more hidden matters? I believe everything she has signed off on in her position should be re-investigated.

From “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus,” to “Say it ain’t so, Joe,” we want to believe in the best in us. It is time our city faced up to our collective guilt, come clean and started to make amends.

I hope to see you at the Charles Eimers Memorial at 6 PM today where he died on the beach at the end of Duval. It is NOT a police protest. It is simply to say we are sorry, taking a small step towards appeasing his poor soul, and the hearts of his survivors.

4 COMMENTS

  1. RICK BOETTGER

    Sun, Nov 23 2014 at 6:56 am — Reply

     

    The memorial is at 6 PM on Thanksgiving, not today. This was written for print publication on that day.

  2. ALEX SYMINGTON

    Sun, Nov 23 2014 at 8:34 am — Reply

     

    Such an absurd and tragic mockery of justice. Shame on all the players involved and all the cheerleaders of denial. The latest video of Mr. Eimers’ dead body on the beach should convince the doubter of the concerted effort by the police and law enforcement to cover up their complicity in his death. The video recording of Chief Donnie Lee’s deposition is also an eye opener.

    I believe people are forgiving when given a chance. If the police had come forward immediately after this tragic death and admitted their responsibility and begged for forgiveness the story today would be entirely different. They chose the cowards way and we, the city and citizens of Key West are paying the price.

  3. ALEX SYMINGTON

    Sun, Nov 23 2014 at 8:37 am — Reply

     

    P.S. See you at the candlelight memorial on the beach.

  4. SLOAN BASHINSKY

    Sun, Nov 23 2014 at 10:28 am — Reply

     

    Good coverage. The blue paper and all else I’ve seen say the service is Thanksgiving Day, at 6 p.m. Some of us down here knew right away [when the blue paper first broke the story] what it took Rick many months to accept. We knew because we were not brainwashed gullible sheep, I suppose is the kindest way to say it.

Next day fallout:

lightning storm

Dennis Ward

Our next previous State Attorney, Dennis Ward, above, emailed me yesterday about Rick Boettger’s Charles Emiers article in KONK Life:

Sloan:

After reading Rick’s article it seems to me he’s a little disappointed in the “more qualified” State Attorney that he supported. Obviously, at that time he was in bed, and may still be in bed, with the corrupt officials the Office of the State Attorney prosecuted while I was in office.

Dennis

I replied:

Hi, Dennis –

In the same vein, I wonder if Rick voted for Craig Cates or Margaret Romero in the last city mayor’s race? And, if so, has he gotten around yet to prosecuting himself for doing that, since they steadfastly sided with their police chief and his police officers involved in the Eimers case, including the officers who did not make it to the scene of the murder, but then participated in the cover up, destruction of evidence and obstruction of justice? I wonder the same about anyone and everyone in Key West, who are upset about the Eimers case, and yet they voted for Cates or Romero. If they didn’t want to vote for me, which certainly would be understandable :-), they could have not voted in that race, for when they pulled the lever for either Cates or Romero, they approved what they were so upset about.

Just my opinion, your state attorney successor, that would be Catherine Vogel, and her two assistant state prosecutors, that would be Val Winter and Mark Wilson, whom she assigned to beguile the grand jury and guide it to return a no bill, instead of all of them doing a real investigation and coming back with indictments, followed by aggressive prosecution, all three should be prosecuted and convicted and put in prison, along with Florida Department of Law Enforcement special investigator Kathy Smith, and KWPD chief Donie Lee and his criminal police officers, and a number of FDLE honchos above Kathy Smith, and, based on what John Donnelly commented at the blue paper yesterday, perhaps the same for some US Department of Justice people.

But, my goodness, where would a person with authority to bring such a PROSECUTION be found, who had the legal authority and the balls to bring it? If DOJ is part of the cover up, perhaps that leaves, hmmm, old-fashioned methods: lynching, shooting, keel-hauling in shark-infested waters?

I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on winning the city council seat up there in the Village, which I still call Islamorada. And I’ve also been meaning to offer my sincere condolences :-).

Sloan

Dennis wrote back:

I agree Sloan. And thanks for the congrats.

I replied:

One other thing about Boettger’s article. It fails to credit, and thank, Key West the Newspaper for everything Boettger used in his article.

I dropped by Naja and Arnaud Girard’s home yesterday [they publish Key West the Newspaper], to ask if they knew why the defense lawyer in the deposition said the case would never go to trial? Naja said she thought the defense lawyer meant the judge was going to dismiss the case. The Eimers family lawyer then disagreed with the defense lawyer. It’s been my sense all along that the best way to deal with this case is in the criminal justice system, but all due credit has to be given to the Horan law firm and the mainland law firm it associated in the plaintiff lawsuit, for joining Key West the Newspaper is leaving no stones unturned.

Naja mentioned that Boettger didn’t credit her and Arnaud with digging up and reporting all the stuff he had used in his article. I said Guy deBoer, who runs KONK Life, is allergic to] anything bad being said about Key West – Guy’s a Conch [born in Key West native]. He’s like Mayor Cates in that regard. At least Guy let Rick’s article run. Naja agreed.

Onward and upward, except in Key West, upward is downward.

:-)

That same theme was in this FB thread yesterday:

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  • Dan Tomassi Who are we at war with? Did we bomb China or Iceland and I didn’t see it? You post Lies
  • Rich McKay Yeah Dan, I’m a big lier. Don’t take it so literally dude – the point is if it doesn’t have a central Rothschild bank, they tend to be our enemy – I know, it’s just coincidence, forgive me.
  • Bert Lee Sorry Rich. We’re not at war with China. We’re in the middle of gigantic trade deals with them… deals that overlook pollution and product toxicity.
  • Richard Whitesides we are in a political sense
  • Bert Lee As words placed side-by-side political and sense don’t work for me.
  • Bert Lee …and anyway, since when?
  • Richard Whitesides we been in political war with china since the 70’s
  • Bert Lee There’s some weird stuff going on with the updates of this post.
  • Bounce Margil why would anyone want to live in most of those countries…iran…syria…n korea…russia…venezuela….like their monetary system is not much better for their population
  • Dan Tomassi Rich you make these countries out to be desire able to live and a model for us to abide by. It might be inconsequential but it is the end affect
  • Robert Odell A goodly portion of the economic, and political problems that exist in some of these nations, is due to their unwillingness to comply with banksters demands.
  • Richard Whitesides thats all countries thay deal with rothschild bankster gangster
  • Rich McKay Dan, it’s not that I find them desirable as much as I applaud them for standing up to the Rothschild world banking monopoly. It is undeniable that, with this kind of economic power, they control the people – it is this power that I distrust.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Why, then, live in USA? Why not move to one of the brave independent countries? For a real fun tryst into Rothschildom, get a copy of the book, World Without Cancer. Don’t let the beginning turn you aside as seeming perhaps off topic. Keep reading; by the end of the book you may already have moved to one of the free world countries.
  • Robert Odell So Stan, you are saying you believe Fiat currency, and having your economy leached upon by bankers is a good thing for the population at large? That without banks draining the economy, civilization it would some how be less better off. I challenge you to show me how. Using those nations being held by hostage by bankers, and the international community, is not proof of your theory. It rather disproves it, IMHO. Would you rather stray off subject, and read a book on another subject.
  • Gweko W. Phlocker They Must BANK.

     

  • Sloan Bashinsky Robert Odel, who is Stan?
  • Robert Odell Sorry Sloan, I meant you. I was talking on the phone to my friend Stan while writhing this…LOL
  • Sloan Bashinsky Robert, I wondered if you meant me. I was sitting here bored this afternoon, so I scrolled down my through my FB and saw this from Rich McKay and, feeling a bit impish, I chimed in. The book I recommended because Rich’s thread seems to be rooted in and driven by the Rothschilds. Nice people, among other things, I read they financed Hitler and his goons and the Third Reich. But that’s not the most interesting part in the book, which is how the good old US of A was in on it up to its corporate chinny chin chin before, during and after the war. Quite good bedtime reading for Americans who actually still believe they can trust their government. Personally, even with a major in Economics in college, I have about zero interest in what banks are doing, or not doing. Perhaps because it’s all fucked up anyway and I don’t see anything can be done about it, or about anything else that’s all fucked up about national governments, US of A, or otherwise. The Roman Empire lasted a few thousand years, yes? And the Greek Empire about that, earlier? And the Persian Empire before that? And US of A has only been around about 250 years, and looks to me headed for implosion a lot sooner than those dynasties were a force on this planet. Hopefully, I’m age 72, I will be dearly or otherwise departed before that big shit hits the cosmic fan. Saying all this another way, I have more fun being an imp than trying to fix what I don’t see anything can fix, except perhaps a planet killing asteroid or comet strike. There are those who hold out for the Second Coming, or something kindred. Perhaps they will get their wish before they leave this life, and perhaps if they do get it, they will wonder why they wished for it in the first place?
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  • Robert Odell The way the bankers, set up Hitler, and the Bolshavics they are now doing in China. You are correct I am sorry to say. The US will be a shadow of it previous glory ,in the not too distant future..
  • Sloan Bashinsky I think the US already is a shadow of its former glory, which perhaps was over-estimated to begin with, given its kindness to African slaves and indigenous Americans – the phrase, “Karma’s a bitch”, could not be ringing more true today in US of A. And somehow the pinheads in charge in US of A, or who think they are in charge, actually the Rothschilds and their ilk, some might say the Illuminati, are in charge; but actually it’s a bit more cosmic, but that’s another matter altogether … Anyway, the pinheads who think they are in charge in US of A still view going to war as the holy grail of economics. The Russians got clobbered in Afghanistan over that notion, and later in the lower Soviet states, but now are coming back to what seems slightly more sane modus operandi: nibbling away at choice morsels of adjacent former Soviet states, while promising endless (seemingly) supply of oil and natural gas, while threatening to cut off same if the nibbling is not allowed, plus same threat to Western Europe, if it makes much fuss. Western Europe and NATO apparently are unable to function without Russian oil and natural gas, and now the Russians just made a mega deal, two mega deals, yes?, with China to sell them oil and natural gas for a long time? Or did I read that in a spy novel last night? I get spy novels mixed up with real spy stuff; sometimes there isn’t a whole lot of difference. Anyway, China has, what?, 5 times as many people as US of A? Stands to reason they are going to inherit the earth, if the Indians don’t beat them to it. I mean India.

Further continuing the upward is downward theme was email banter yesterday with Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, who continued our conversation reported yesterday about the local religious fanatic who has been having yet another go at me:

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Sloan—definitely on Target——-double Cheers–Jerry

I replied:

I imagine, Jerry, were I to publish all of his and my recent back and forth emails, you might be inclined to put a label on him, which is in keeping with your long time practicing psychiatry. Fortunately, this is Key West, an open locked ward. More fortunately, Florida got rid of its public psychiatric hospitals. Alabama, too. Otherwise, you and I might never have met :-), cause I would be locked up elsewhere.

He seemed to come unhinged in his last email to me, after it had occurred to me “out the blue” (certainly angels had nothing to do with that :-), to bring up the lady who probably had first told him about me, his wife, or maybe his girlfriend, a talented artist, one of whose marvelous paintings I had purchased. I really liked her, she’d been reading my ravings since we first met, before I even knew of her husband, or boyfriend.

Anyway, she got onto me once about publishing some of his and my conversations, she said I wasn’t kind, criticizing his spiritual path. I replied to her that I called them as I see them, and given how he thought and related to me, I was surprised she was with him – wasn’t it a strain? (Short version of what I actually wrote to her.)

She and I kept bumping into each other as time passed, and she was always pleasant and said she still read me daily. Then one day I bumped into her and she was with another fellow, whom I never got to know. I think maybe she still is with him.

Anyway, when I wrote that to the fellow who was cyber stalking me was when he seemed to come unhinged, given how he replied to me.

I feel badly for him. He said he had an idyllic childhood, and replied that I wondered how he could have had that and be such a fanatic today? That seemed to unhinge him a bit, too.

I told the angels yesterday that I know they can help him, but will they? Do they have permission? Do they want to, if they have permission?

Like I said, it’s a good thing there are no locked wards; I’d be in one.

Ciao

Jerry wrote back:

Sloan: you underestimate yourself —-that is problematic. There is no indication that you qualify for institutional care —unless it would be for a break from this semi-insane world we all experience—-Thoreau used Walden pond as his reclusive healing maneuver —-You and I could use a Walden Pond—delightful thought—-more truth than jest.
Have a decently good rest of the day !!—-good wishes ——-Jerry

I replied:

Well, Jerry, I don’t underestimate other people who are convinced I should be locked up, or at least muzzled, for their own good :-). And, in the past, I had the pleasure of meeting a couple of people in your profession, who were of that same persuasion. I sometimes wonder how their karma turned out, or if they were allowed to skate?

I had a wonderful one-way conversation in my thoughts yesterday with my father’s widow about her high and mighty Christian she be nearer to God than any theeness and what a big surprise she is in for after her roll is called up yonder, or maybe it will be down yonder, but and despite her strong belief, in which perhaps billions, combined, of Christians, Catholics, Mormons and Muslims also believe as she does, my sense is God is love, not hate, and they have remade God in their own image, and fortunately for them God has not gone along with it.

Fortunately for me, too. For that very unhappy, injured lady, my stepmother, for quite some time has viewed me as the devil incarnate, as the result of my being the happy camper the angels seemed to take great delight in putting up to calling her on what turned out to be a multitude of not exactly Jesus-like behaviors is about as kindly as I can say it right now.

After which one-way conversation, I told the angels that surely was insane, me talking to her in that way, as if she was sitting right dead in front of me. I mean, that’s what crazy people do, yes? Talk to imaginary beings? But perhaps I overestimated my madness, because in a dream last night, an old fishing friend from Birmingham seemed to be chomping at the bit to skin and filet a kinda gnarly not all that big of a fish, rather small actually, which, on waking, I supposed might be my self-righteous Christian stepmother.

She once was just an unhappy, unpleasant woman without the religious infection. One day, though, she was getting into her car in the garage of my father’s home, and something happened, she slipped and fell and the car started rolling, maybe she had gotten in and started the engine, and then she remembered she had forgotten something and got out of the car to go fetch it and didn’t think to put the car into park. Anyway, she wad lying on the concrete and the car was rolling toward her and, shazam!, she knew the devil was doing that and trying to kill her and in that moment she had a flash conversion and was saved by Jesus, somehow, from the devil now driving her car, and she must have thought herself really special to be saved by Jesus from the devil in that way, and the rest, as they say, became history.

I once met a psychiatrist in Birmingham, a fellow author, who was born and raised in India in his previous life before coming to the States. He had written a book based in his experiences treating people who were afflicted with what he termed “religiosity”. Perhaps I should have paid him to pay my stepmother a visit, but then, that might have not been a kind thing for me to do to him, since he seemed like a pretty okay guy.

Based on what I’ve heard plenty of from people who worked many years for my father’s company, then they retired, and then my father passed over and my stepmother took over running the business, she is loathed and feared by the company management and rank and file employees today. And she is oblivious of how they feel.

When someone down here asked me about her the other day, I said, as far as I have seen over the years, the only people who like her are people making money off of her. He said, pretend to like her, and I said that’s my sense of it. I heard heap earfuls about her from people living in Isalmorada, where my father had a second home. The only people who had anything kind to say about her were being paid by her or my father for various services rendered.

And yet even she is loved by God.

And that’s my dilemma :-).

Well, I wonder what the angels now will serve up to me for their amusement?

Ciao,

Sloan

P.S.

I did have my own Walden, on Little Torch Key. I lived there from March 2006 through through March 2007, when I was reassigned by the angels to Key West. And again from March 2010-August 2013, when I was reassigned to be there again, before yet again being reassigned to Key West.

Although I loved my Walden in the woods next to a state wildlife refuge in a condemned subdivision where no more new homes could be built, because the area was too environmentally sensitive to have been developed in the first place, it was not a healing time as far as I could tell. At least, I did not feel I was being healed while I was there. I felt I was being worked to death by the angels and by the shit of this world they dished up for me do deal with ongoing, and by my own karma, mostly well deserved.

It didn’t, and still doesn’t matter where I am located, the angels give me no rest beyond a brief breather at some point in time during each 24-hour span. A nap and dreams yesterday afternoon provided yesterday’s breather. I awoke in a state of grace, then it wasn’t long before the shit started getting shoveled my way again.

The irony on top of the irony is, if I had not bought Walden, for which I paid way too much, then took a huge loss when I was forced to sell it in August 2013, to have money to live on, I would be flush with money right now. So, all in all, right now, in this moment, I’m thinking yet agian that I was insane to buy that land and trailer, even though when I bought it, I was positive that was precisely what the angels wanted me to do.

Putting me on the razor’s edge is their modus operandi with me going back to shortly after they came calling in early 1987. For telling that story once, I got locked up in a psychiatric ward and would have stayed locked up but for the angels finally mounting a rescue operation.

They also gave me a younger spirit-gifted, work-disabled woman, about whom I write from time to time, to look after and keep from being homeless. Had I declined that, I also would be flush with money today, but all along it was my view that I needed to do it, if I knew what was good for me. As in, or else, I would not like the consequences of not supporting her. Rest assured, I have friends who view my supporting her as insanity on my part. And I bet it would be easy to find an unlimited supply of psychiatrists who would readily agree.

Just as readily, I imagine, they would diagnosis Jesus in the Gospels as insane, if they put aside their religious views, if they are Christians, and if they put aside their political correctness. So the dilemma continues. How to be in this world when I apparently no longer am of it but am still doing time on it?

Waaaa!!!

And to add to the waaaa!, hoping it just ain’t so, I’m wondering if I’m to summarize yet again for all the world to see, or ignore, my stepmother’s most accomplished tramplings of Jesus and God, which I personally witnessed and was used by the angels to call her out on even before I knew angels were pushing me to do it? And then after I knew? I might let that slide today, hoping it just ain’t so that I have to do it yet again.

Waaa!!!

Sloan

Jerry wrote back:

SLOAN: 2 books I would recommend to you : “WHAT DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK”, by Richard P. Feyman—not an ordinary person–beyond brilliant–the one closest to EINSTEIN in absolute intellect–a Physicist –absolutely essential to the success of the Manhattan Project—-I tried to get his lectures at CAL TECH —Amazon has them for $134 bucks–
I will still try—the most classic ever written—–Then THE MEANING OF HUMAN EXISTENCE—E>O. Wilson Professor emeritus–at Harvard (Pulitzer prize winner) wrote at least 40 books –most respected biologist on the planet—RAISED IN ALABAMA raised Baptist —–aged 92 —–DENOUNCES organized religiosity —-in a sophisticated —fierce way—arguments are unassailable !! these will enrich your life and get my message to you across.. Horribly busy day CHEERS, CHEERS Jerry
( take my advice ) –last message untill 3 AM ________________Jerry

I replied:

Thanks, Jerry –

Years ago, the angels cured me of worrying about what other people think of me. It was a hell of a transition, especially regarding how my father thought about me. But I was gotten over it.

Kudos for the esteemed biologist raised Baptist in Alabama. My father and his father were Baptists. Not sure being in on the Manhattan project turned out so well for humanity. The angels told me Christianity is the Anti-Christ, because it claims Jesus as Lord, but does not live as he told people to live.

It appears the meaning of my existence is trying to stay in the good graces of Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek. All the rest might be glitter that is not gold, even though I still think I might like some of the glitter.

I will see how it goes in dreams re my reading the two books you recommended.

:-)

Sloan

Meanwhile …

Lucy and football

This past Friday evening, I was treated to a lovely dinner at upscale fine dining Camille’s in Key West, by a fellow I sometimes feature in my daily ravings. I was reluctant to accept his offer, because he is not easy to deal with much of the time and there have been times when I wished he would simply forget I exist. But the evening went splendid, we had great and fun conversation for about an hour and a half, which may or may not have  the nearby other diners and the wait staff.

This fellow never heard of politically correct, he is rich as creases, he is uncanny at figuring out how to make a lot of money really fast, and he is paid a handsome salary by the US Department of Defense to not come to work and to not blow the whistle on the local Navy base again, where he worked many years fixing their broken radars. His life story should be written down and published. I pick him to do it, since it’s his life story. I’m writing down my life story, at www.goodmorningkeywest,com, www.goodmorningfloridakeys.com and www.goodmorningbirmingham.com.

That said, this fellow can be a total jerk, and when the wonderful meal and conversation ended, he proved it, by saying I should go talk to the owner of the bookstore on Fleming Street about making arrangements with him to let me sleep in the front doorway and protect his bookstore at night, after I run out of money and have to live on the street again. I said the cops don’t let people sleep in doorways any more, but that bookstore’s doorway is where I slept when I did live on the street. He said he knew that. I said, yeah, and we could do booksignings for my books which never made me a living; I don’t seem to know how to make money, and our conversation and evening are finished, I’m out of here. Bye. I got up and left.

Jerk is too kind. He is malicious, and God loves him anyway, and that’s my dilemma. And everyone’s dilemma.

Meanwhile, and he knew this when he made that suggestion, my landlady says she doesn’t want me to leave. She has a small bedroom I can rent for $300 a month, instead of the larger bedroom I am renting for $850 a month, which has its own private bath and is the choice rental in her home. Using the small bedroom, I will have access to the common full bathroom and the common half bathroom, and the common outside shower, which has hot water, and the kitchen and the rest of the home and grounds, which are lovely.

My Social Security retirement benefits, after Medicare is deducted, is a little over $700 a month. I can get by, barely, paying $300 a month rent and using the other $400 on food, soap, tooth paste, ibuprofen, toilet paper, the public laundry, etc. A far sight better than having no money and sleeping in doorways and on piers, park benches and beaches again. And a far sight better than spending nights at KOTS and being in Florida Keys Outreach Coalition’s residency program, both of which I did in Key West as part of getting my field residency in homelessness and city politics and one human family hypocrisy. I did my psychiatry residency in much the same way. That’s how I learn best, by experiencing what I’m to learn. Reading books and talking to people is a way to get information, but it is not the same as learning, in my opinion.

I know there are people who are itching to tell me to get a low-paying real job. If they lived in my skin, they would know I could not do any low-paying secular job they dreamed up for me to do. I am doing the work I am able to do, for which I am paid no money. This job taxes me to my limits, and there is no way I can stop doing it while I am still breathing. Jesus, Mary Magdalene and Peter had the same predicament in the Gospels and thereafter.

Ciao,

work mule

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

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Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, retired, of rural Key West (Key Haven), replied to day before yesterday’s Key West Fringe Theater: short on time, loaded with drama; all not so quiet on the western front; plus some Saturday pigskin reviews and predictions post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

Sloan: the dark side of human instinctual nature—–we all have it —many facets;
The University of Florida (Basketball) won 2 national titles consequentially—-while the football team won the National championship–simultaneously; an act of athletic valor which may not ever be repeated. Northwestern plays straight up and up probably based on intelligence and competent coaching.
The republican party won on bribery
Dark Money…… so what else is new —my summary::::::::talk about talent -Chicago Bulls and M.J .#23.:
looks like a great day and if you feel healthy that is what is most important—-Jerry

work mule

Early yesterday, I felt something gnarly moving into my body and soul, and as the day continued the something became even more gnarly. I somehow thought yesterday was Tuesday, and not having anything else on my super busy calendar, I headed to Old City Hall yesterday evening for the city commission meeting. Ooops. It was a community meeting on changing, or getting rid of, Fantasy Fest, led by former city commissioner Harry Bethel, second from right in photo. Well, now, maybe that explained the gnarly?

Harry Bethel

It was not until after the meeting and I pedaled my bicycle by Harpoon Harry’s, headed homeward, and saw karaoke going on inside, that I realized it was only Monday, for that is when there is karoke at Harpoon Harry’s. So, I stopped and went inside and listened to music and talked with the musicians and waitresses for a while. That was a welcome relief from the Fantasy Fest meeting. To the point, I exclaimed in Harpoon Harry’s that I wished I was not here any more. A waitress looked funny at me. I said, not here, not in Harpoon Harry’s. I wish I was not in Key West. She said she wished the same for herself. I said I wished I was back where I came from. One of the musicians asked, Uranus? I said farther that that. The waitress asked, Pluto? I said a lot farther than that. The Pleiades, or somewhere like that.

My dreams last night were so awful and jumbled that I was left tempted hard to say nothing today about the Fantasy Fest meeting last night. But the way it came about that I went to the meeting, thinking it was Tuesday and a city commission meeting, cannot be ignored. It was meant for me to be there last night, but because of those wildly unfun dreams, I’m gonna be super selective in how I report it today. I’ve got too much Dark Money, so to speak, already going on in another quadrant of my life – Birmingham; the dreams about that ain’t exactly uplifting, either. I thought after reading Jerry Weinstock’s email yesterday, that maybe the last time I felt healthy was before I knew I was going to be born on this planet the last time it happened.

So, Harry Bethel started the meeting by saying people could sign up to speak to Fantasy Fest, and they could sign up to ask State Attorney Catherine Vogel questions. I understood that to mean we could sign up to do both, but after I had asked Vogel questions, and I was passed over to speak to Fantasy Fest, I asked the lady handling the citizen speakers and she said only one time speaking. I then went over and asked Harry and he said only one time speaking, he had made that clear at the beginning. I didn’t hear him say that, but perhaps he did. I was the only person who asked Vogel questions. All the other speakers spoke about Fantasy Fest.

Looked to me, I did not count them, there were about 60 people in the audience, including city commissioners Tony Yaniz and Jimmy Weekley, City Manager Jim Scholl, and Police Chief Donie Lee. Not present were the other four city commissioners Teri Johnston, Mark Rossi, Clayton Lopez and Billy Wardlow, and Mayor Craig Cates. I just naturally couldn’t help but wonder if there was a “message” in that?

Here’s the Key West Citizen (www.keysnews.com) article on last night’s meeting. My interjected thoughts in bold italics and trailing the article.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Nudity tops list of fest complaints
BY MANDY MILES Citizen Staff
mmiles@keysnews.com

An extra-small thong on an oversized body may be ill-advised, but it’s not illegal.

Nearly 100 Key West residents were reminded Monday evening of such distinctions law enforcement officers must make during the city’s annual Fantasy Fest.

State Attorney Catherine Vogel discussed those differences during a meeting organized by former Commissioner Harry Bethel to discuss residents’ growing concerns about the lewd behavior and nudity during Fantasy Fest.

“What you may find indecent or immoral, may not be illegal,” Vogel said, explaining that her office prosecutes violations of state law, not city ordinances governing nudity. “There is no state nudity law.”

Two state laws are relevant to the Fantasy Fest discussion, she said.

Disorderly conduct corrupts the public morals or outrages public decency, and “exposure of sexual organs” applies to the display of genitalia.

“Thongs and pasties are things you see on beaches, and though you may find them offensive, they’re not illegal,” Vogel said, adding that any changes and improvements to Fantasy Fest should be a community decision and she said her office would participate in the process to consider what behaviors and attire would be in violation of state laws.

Police Chief Donie Lee echoed Vogel’s description of the discussion as a “process.”

“This is a community decision,” Lee said. “We’ll follow the orders of the majority of the community.”

Let us hope the orders are legal. Let us hope the orders come from the City Commission, which gives those orders to the City Manager, who gives those orders to Chief Lee, who follows those orders, and not orders given to him by Harry Bethel or by anyone else. And let us hope, if the orders given are illegal, Chief Lee declines to follow them.

The official comments were made after several residents spoke at the podium, often calling for changes to the way Fantasy Fest is marketed.

Actually, Bethel and Vogel made plenty of official comments before any citizens were allowed to speak.

Kathryn Watkins, who launched the Key West Fest Friends group, emphasized that her group has no interest in eliminating the festival and they agree that genitals should be covered.

“We strongly desire to understand your group’s positions better,” Watkins said, referring to another committee being headed by former Commissioner Harry Bethel.

Watkins called for private security at the event, improved signage regarding nudity laws.

“We believe Fantasy Fest should be promoted with a stronger emphasis on costumes, rebranding the event from ‘adult-themed party in paradise’ to an ‘adult costume party in paradise,’” she said.

Finally, she suggested that events such as Goombay and the Masquerade March be advertised as family-friendly events that take place outside the Fantasy Zone with strict enforcement of nudity laws.

Bethel ended the meeting by saying “body painting is beautiful art, but let it be done with something covering the genitalia.”

I agree with Harry on this; and, frankly, if he actually said that, I don’t remember him saying it, but maybe he did, then he approved Fantasy Fest continuing, as long as genitalia are covered.

When asked after the meeting what he sees as the next step, Bethel said he looks forward to an official city workshop about the event.

No formal actions or votes were taken Monday, as Bethel was the host of the meeting. Commissioners Jimmy Weekley and Tony Yaniz were there, along with City Manager Jim Scholl.

The workshop is slated for January, but no firm date has been decided.

mmiles@keysnews.com

During the meeting, I eased over and spoke with a young fellow who had introduced himself as a blue paper reporter before saying he wanted to ask Chief Lee how he felt about his police dealing with Fantasy Fest? I told the fellow I was a friend of Naja and Arnaud Girard (who publish the blue paper – Key West the Newspaper). I suggested that, after the meeting, he seek out Chief Lee and asked him about what happened back in 2007, as I recalled the timing. When the police chief at that time and his police started arresting people at Fantasy Fest for indecent dress, and that caused a furor in the community and the City Commission got onto that police chief and told him not to do that in the future. I said, if my memory was accurate, Harry Bethel was on that City Commission. And I had attended many commission meetings going back to 2002, when Bethel was on the commission, and I’d never heard him complain about Fantasy Fest, which was about the same back then, as it is today.

After the meeting ended, I said much the same to Jimmy Weekley, who said he had read all of the advertising for Fantasy Fest done by the company which puts it on, and the advertising plainly states nudity is not allowed during Fantasy Fest. Several citizen speakers had accused the company of encouraging nudity, and one speaker had accused the company of being in bed with the Mafia.

Outside on the sidewalk after the meeting, I had much the same 2007 and Harry Bethel in the past conversation with a group of citizens, who were against Fantasy Fest. One of the citizens said the police had arrested about 30 people during the 2007 Fantasy Fest.

Bethel had said several times during the meeting that he wanted people arrested, so their relatives and friends back where they had come from would know how they had misbehaved at Fantasy Fest. I said, not entirely under my breath, that those people will go back home and brag about what they did at Fantasy Fest. They will put it on Facebook, too. If you haven’t yet done so, Google-image Fantasy Fest and see perhaps countless photos of it going back quite a ways in time.

A lot of locals participate in Fantasy Fest in ways Bethel does not approve. But he did not say that during the meeting. He made it out like Key West people do not behave in that way. I wondered what planet he was from? I wondered if he remembered back when he was on the City Commission, and all of this same stuff was going on at Fantasy Fest, and he didn’t raise hell about it back then?

You’d have to have been there to really know what all was said and the emotion behind it last night. The Citizen article looks to me like it was written by Dale Carnegie or Mary Poppins. It was not a happy meeting, folks. Not a happy meeting at all. Personally, I don’t see a snowball’s chance in hell of the City Commission putting that giant economic engine out to pasture, and a few citizen speakers said as much last night.

Since citizen questions to Catherine Vogel were allowed first, and since I was the only citizen who signed up to ask Vogel questions, I was the first citizen to speak.

I stated my name and street address, and said it is alleged that once upon a time I practiced law … somewhere else … Alabama. Some laughter in the audience, when I said Alabama. So, I have some lawyer questions to ask Catherine, which went sort of like …

How much do you figure it will cost your office, and the jail, and the public defender and the court system for you to prosecute one disorderly conduct case? Some fiddling by Catherine followed.

$100,000?

No, nowhere close to that, she answered.

$50,000?

No, not close to that, either.

$25,000?

Probably $1,000, Catherine said.

For your office, the jail, the public defender and the court systems?

Yes,

For a jury trial?

Oh, well that would cost more.

And an appeal to the 3rd District Court of Appeals?

Yes, that would cost more.

And an appeal from there to the Florida Supreme Court?

Well, yes, that would run up the costs, the appeals.

I must have been running only on one cylinder, because I did not mention an appeal to the United States Supreme Court.

As it was, I asked, the defense would be the 1st Amendment?

Yes, Catherine said.

And that could mean the ACLU would be defending the case?

Well, that is possible.

And now we are talking $100,000 costs of prosecuting one disorderly conduct case?

Well, if it goes that way, yes.

Or more, I didn’t say, again operating only on one cylinder, becuase, maybe, I really didn’t want to be there at all.

But I did manage to say, and if it does go that way, then it will be on CBS, CNN, people are being prosecuted for coming to Key West “as you are” (the Tourist Development Council’s advertisement. Unsaid, and you, Catherine, will go down in history as the State Attorney who prosecuted Fantasy Fest revelers for disorderly conduct; that will be your legal legacy.

Hell, folks, Fantasy Fest and disorderly conduct are one and the same; that’s the whole point, as I see it. Jerry Weinstock told me months ago, when this rumpus raised its head yet again, that almost back to the beginning, in the late 1970s, Fantasy Fest was much like it is now.

One of the citizen speakers said she didn’t care what it costs to prosecute disorderly conduct cases, she wanted them all prosecuted. I would have loved to ask her if she would love to pay for the costs of prosecuting those cases? Note, the City of Key West will not pay anything for the State Attorney prosecuting those cases. The costs will fall entirely on the Sheriff and his jail, the State Attorney and the court systems. And, yes, Key West people will say they pay taxes, and the Sheriff, the Sheriff and the courts have to do what the people of Key West pay them to do.

Also after the meeting, I went over and spoke with Catherine Vogel, and told her much the same thing I had told the blue paper reporter and Jimmy Weekley about what happened back in 2007, and how when he was city commissioner, Harry Bethel had not raised hell about Fantasy Fest, and how Fantasy Fest was about the same this year as it was going back to when I first saw it in 2001. I told Catherine I didn’t think she really wanted to get caught up in Harry’s crusade. She said Fantasy Fest opposition comes and goes. I repeated my advice.

Key West residents who do not think Fantasy Fest fairly represents their city might not be entirely in touch with reality. Key West residents who are disgusted by Fantasy Fest might try applying some of that disgust to lower Duval Street, which is littered with saloons, strip clubs, whote houses, orgy dens, and the like, in which street drugs are freely used and trafficked. I would have mentioned that, if I’d gotten to speak to Fantasy Fest last night. I would have mentioned what happened in 2007 and Harry Bethel not railing against Fantasy Fest when he was on the city commission. And I would have mentioned what Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus, Jerry Weinstock told me about what Fantasy Fest was like almost from the beginning.

Personally, I couldn’t care less about Fantasy Fest. It doesn’t do anything for me but cause me to want to not be around it. Each year, though, to stay in the loop, I stroll Duval Street a few times during Fantasy Fest  to see how it compares to previous years. Each year I see about the same things going on. It bores me, to be blunt. But Fantasy Fest is easily the biggest draw I see in Key West. It is wildly popular, based on the number of people I see on Duval Street during Fantasy Fest.

However, as I wrote way up above, I do not think genitalia should be visible during Fantasy Fest, although, yep, I still say Key West needs a nude beach :-). But I would flat oppose Harry Bethel being nude on such a beach. And I would not let myself be caught dead on it, either :-).

Fantasy Fest is disorder personified. A nude beach is something else altogether, which anyone knows who has ever used one. I did the nude beach trip on Maui. I don’t need to do it again. Been there, done that. But, oh, my, what a new class of tourist, with wampum, a nude beach would draw down to Key West every week of the year. Oh, my. Here’s Haulover Beach just north of Miami.

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As one fellow said last night, men already are wearing thongs, and women already are wearing thongs and pasties on the beaches here. And that’s about what they are doing at Fantasy Fest. Except they are body-painted.

Oh, by the way. The blue paper reporter told me he only just recently moved to Key West after Naja and Arnaud hired him to come down here and work for them. After the meeting last night, I saw him in what seemed to be a lengthy discussion with Police Chief Donnie Lee. I suppose this is the time to say, stay tuned …

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Next day post-script:

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one of many ongoing adult attractions on Key West’s Duval Street

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Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, retired, of rural Key West (Key Haven), replied to what I reported above.

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Sloan: Nudity is NOT a problem–the people who fervently think it is need to see a psychiatrist.
We have dozens of real problems —nudity is not even on the list unless the unclothed caught a cold.
Mess with Fantasy fest too much and it will be diminished or destroyed.
Nudity is a diversion so the real issues don’t have to be faced—-no one was ever hurt by nudity We came into the world in our birthday suits.———best wishes—Jerry.

I replied:

I could not agree more, Jerry.

People like Harry Bethel and his followers should thank their lucky stars they don’t have real problems, such as not having any money and being homeless; such as living in Nigeria or Sudan or Somalia, to name but a few wonderful African vacation spots; such as living in Juarez or Tijuana, Mexico, such as having AIDS or ALS or Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s or pancreatic cancer; such as having a major stroke; such as living in the Ukraine Crimea, which is about to be, it seems, recaptured by Russia; such as living in, hmmm, Iran, the West Bank, Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Chechnya, to name a few more wonderful vacation spots. My pardon, did I forget to mention North Korea, Mongolia and Siberia?

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: I could add some —but it is NOT necessary; ( you did a fine job)
Sloan we are in total agreement..!!
very kind regards——–Jerry

Tim Gratz, of Key West, also replied to what I reported yesterday:

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If God had intended that people walk around naked he would never have created sheep!

I replied:

But God created Adam and Eve, who walked around naked until they decided it wasn’t okay to be naked. I might have mentioned that, too, last night, if Bethel had let me speak to Fantasy Fest, after I asked our illustrious state attorney a few questions. You really should see what Jerry Weinstock wrote to me today about people who have a problem with nudity. Let me go fetch it, be right back.

Jerry Weinstock, Key West’s psychiatrist emeritus, wrote, and I could not agree more:

Sloan: Nudity is NOT a problem–the people who fervently think it is need to see a psychiatrist.
We have dozens of real problems —nudity is not even on the list unless the unclothed caught a cold.
Mess with Fantasy fest too much and it will be diminished or destroyed.
Nudity is a diversion so the real issues don’t have to be faced—-no one was ever hurt by nudity We came into the world in our birthday suits.———best wishes—Jerry.

Tim replied:

Sloan, people have been hurt by nudity. The sight of a beautiful naked female body can raise sexual desire in any normal heterosexual male. If it does not, THAT man needs to see a psychiatrist.
There are some men who may be led to rape by being so aroused, and the victim may not even be the exhibitionist.
This has happened.
And such sexual arousal could also lead to an extramarital affair which could destroy a marriage with lasting damage to both spouses.
We all know that possessing naked pictures of minors is a serious crime. Why?
And feminists, not so-called religious fanatics, will tell you that pornography is harmful.
In almost evey case where there has been a rape or even a sex-related murder there will be found pornographic pictures.
Now of course that does not mean that any male who is addicted to porn will become a sex killer or even a rapist. But some will. And even those who do not commit crimes will have their relationships hurt by pornography addiction.
Moreover I have been personally hurt by FF nudity. I have been repulsed by some of the older women who have gone around naked! Well a joke but a lot of truth to it, as I am sure you know.
There is of course a reason why Adam and Eve decided they needed to cover themselves after they ate of the poisonous tree.

I replied:

You missed Jerry’s point, Tim. And you missed God’s point, too.

After a fun night of dreams,

Mud Dawg's guardian angel

I got up this morning and wrote to Tim, who, with Connie Gilbert and others, once founded Keys Coalition to fight child sex trafficking and related horrors:

You also continue to dodge trying to shut down the massive sex trade in Key West, where you live, while you rail about it going on everywhere on this planet, from a safe place, your computer. I have told you that many times, Tim, and that what fuels your safe crusade, and your and my friend Connie Gilbert’s safe crusade, too, is you were sexually abused in childhood. Your religious beliefs and practices have not helped you, nor Connie, with that horrible soul wounding. If anything, your and her religious beliefs and practices have increased the wounding.

[Tim is born-again Christian, Connie is Jewish, who later adopted multiple spiritual beliefs and practices, but not Christianity, as far as I know.]

The angels running me can help you both in that regard, but whether or not they will do that I cannot say. I know they can help you because they helped me with the same wounding, which I suffered at the hands of my mother when I was an infant. I remembered none of it, but the excruciating and often terrifying soul healing the angels did inside of me and on my soul included showing me what was being healed and how the wounding came to be.

The angels had me relive each infraction emotionally. Each healing session lasted about half hour. There were 2-3 healing sessions per day, for about three weeks. Then it ended. The angels initiated each healing session. I was simply along for the ride, so to speak. The angels described what was done to me as “the work of the devil.” That’s certainly what it felt like, as they had me re-experience each infraction.

My mother’s actions were fueled by having been sexually abused by her parents via their Puritan views of sex and of woman being the evil-doer in God’s creation. I know that, because my mother told me that’s what they did to her. However, she never told me what she had done to me, not directly anyway. She often said she was a terrible mother, however. What she did to me, along with what her devout Baptist parents did to her, ended up eating her up: lung cancer, which spread everywhere in her, including her brain. She died at age 46. Her steadfast devotion to her minister and his church dodged what all she really needed to be facing and trying to do something about. I hate to think what all kind of horrible soul damage is inflicted on small and maturing children of parents who are having sex with them, or equally awful, are teaching them sex is dirty, evil, like what happened to my mother, to the point, she once told me she was so sexually-inhibited that she was unable to stand naked before my father.

I felt terrible for the adolescent daughter and son of one man the other night, who made them stand with him before the audience in Old City Hall, while he railed about the great evil and harm being done to his innocent children by Fantasy Fest. I feared for those children’s souls. I feared for what it was like for them having him for a father. It was crystal clear they did not want to be there on display like that. It was crystal clear it was entirely his agenda. I can’t imagine what it is like for his wife.

I remain convinced, Tim, Christianity has caused far more harm than it has done good. I tell the angels frequently, they need to come up with a different way of trying to reach humanity, because religion clearly has not worked, and it will not work: history has proven that repeatedly. The only way I can see for humanity to be helped is for each person to have the direct experience with what you call God, ongoing. I assure you, Tim, if you were having that direct experience, you would be thinking and writing and speaking and doing very differently. As would Connie. As would everyone you know. As would every person on this planet. Humanity would be very different, and there would be no religions, there would be no denial, there would be no secrets, there would be no dodging what needs to be faced and death with, there would be no sex infractions, there would be no wars. You would not recognize humanity, Tim, if everyone was having the direct experience. But since that is not happening, you have all these horrible things to fret about from your safe place, instead of putting your self at risk like your Lord and Master did. Like others, who really believed in him, later did.

A person at the meeting the other night was very disturbed by Harry Bethel, especially. I encouraged the person to speak during citizen comments. The person said he was afraid to speak, because he figured if he did, Bethel would destroy his business, which he needs to support himself and his family. This fellow is not like you or me, Tim. Key West is his home. He knows what it’s really like here. If you had attended city commission meetings, a lot of them, like I did when Harry Bethel was a city commissioner, you might have a more realistic view of Harry; but then, perhaps not. The person at the meeting had a realistic view. I wished he had gotten up and spoken, but I did not push him. If he had been a crusader like you, though, I would have pushed him.

Bethel has plenty of gnarly skeletons in his own closet. He has plenty of friction and unrest in his personal life. His crusade against Fantasy Fest is diversion. It is not dealing with what is really bothering him. Nor are you dealing with what is really bothering you, Tim. But what is there for you to worry about? You are saved by Jesus. I wish everyone on this planet knew the Jesus who has been on my case since early 1987. Oh, how different humanity would be.

Sloan

Nick Anderson, of rural Key West (Big Coppit Key), had this to say about yesterday’s report on the get rid of Fantasy Fest meeting in Old City Hall:

Nick Anderson

Dearest Sloan,
Mr Harry Bethal Sr. wearing of a Political T-shirt would be a violation of Kew West Sign Ordinance due to size.
How to minimize this violation of Law?
Change the law to allow Mr Harry Bethal Sr. to wear larger political signs as to prevent Mr. Harry Bethal Sr going NUDE during Fantasy Fest before the annual elections. ( AS a former IBEW member Mr Harry Bethal has a constitual right to wear Political Signage and needs the City to accomivate him and others. (IBEW Members) Please assist Mr. Harry Bethal Sr.

Faternaly Yours,

Nick Anderson
IBEW 20 years Local 1547 (State of Alaska)
Rural Key West

Harry Bethel is second from right in the photo below.

Harry Bethel

Far right is Key West Mayor Craig Cates. Going the other way from Harry are City Commissioners Billy Wardlow, Teri Johnston, Jimmy Weekley, Tony Yaniz, and Clayton Lopez,  Mark Rossi not in photo.

I suppose what Mayor Cates is holding is an award they are giving to Harry for something he did. I don’t suppose he will get much agreement from them about doing away from Fantasy Fest, or even toning it down a whole lot. It makes far too much money for local businesses, for the mayor and commissioners to get rid of it, or even tone it down a whole lot. To tone it down even a little bit, they might have to get rid of it altogether.

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pigskin reviews and predictions after Alabama (no. 5) vs. Mississippi State (no. 1) game, November 15, 2014

Iron Bowl finale

With the score tied and one second left on the playing clock in the 2013 Alabama (No. 1) vs. Auburn (No.?) game, Alabama went for a 55, or so, yard-long field goal. A good effort, the field goal fell a wee bit short and was fielded in the end zone by an Auburn defensive back, blue jersey. The video is what happened after that. A play Alabama fans will never hear the end of, forever :-), rivaling the “put, Bama, punt” scandal :-), in which Auburn linebacker David Langner, as I recall, blocked two Alabama punts (photo of one of the blocked punts below) in the second half and scooped up the football and ran it into the end zone both times, giving Auburn a 17-16 victory over a heavily-favored Alabama team.

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Today’s pigskin report is filed from Key West, where for some time I am on the lam from life :-), taking it easy, having a great time; and if you believe that life of Riley fantasy, read the recent posts at this website, and at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, and see for yourself :-).

Meanwhile, like Alabama’s head football coach, Nick Saban,

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I was glad to see one-loss No. 5 Alabama come out on top of previously undefeated No.1 Mississippi State yesterday, after State scored a touchdown with less than 30 seconds left on the playing clock, to make the game close, 25-20.

Leaving Coach Saban out of the rest of my whims today …

I was glad to see unheralded Northwestern beat Notre Dame by 3 points in overtime, 43-40. I suppose that could be likened somewhat to my alama mater, Vanderbilt, beating Alabama. My friend Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, retired, of Key West, attended Northwestern. I imagine he is thrilled his heathen school, which spends far more money on education than on sports, defeated a church school, which spends heaps of money on its football program.

I felt badly for Florida, leading most of the game, then South Carolina made a gritty comeback at the end, winning 23-20. I don’t imagine Florida’s head coach will be its head coach next year.

I was glad for my old dear Wisconsin friend, Mark Koenig, left in photo,

Mark and Sloan

to see Wisconsin bludgeon Nebraska in a snow storm, 59-24. I was glad I was in Key West not freezing my ass off in a snowstorm. Wisconsin’s star running back, Melvin Gordon, gained over 400 hundred yards, setting an all-time NCAA single game rushing record, and, I heard on TV last night, sat out the 4th quarter. Melvin’s pro-football career might be a tad lucrative, if he stays physically healthy and out of trouble.

I felt badly for Miami, leading most of the game but finally losing by 4 points to No. 2 Florida State, 30-26.

In Jack Flats last night, on Duval Street, get this, a lady lawyer (formerly Susan Honeycutt), University of Alabama graduate originally from Birmingham, living in Baltimore, sat down next to me. She works for Johns-Hopkins, where, get this, my landlady’s son is a staff physician.

After introductions and a good bit of other conversation, I asked Alabama Crimson Tide fan Susan, what does it say about Florida State, that its star quarterback, Jameis Winston, is still playing football there?

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Winston would not still be playing for Alabama or Auburn, nor for Florida or Miami, if he had been on their teams. Susan said she hoped that was the case for Alabama and Auburn, at least. I said no way they would have kept Winston around after all he has done.

A fellow who took Susan’s seat after she left, said Winston is a criminal. I said that’s what he is, a criminal. Winston is from Birmingham. If I owned a pro football team, I would not draft Winston.

Historically, I pull for Auburn, except when they play Alabama, because I want the two teams to have good records when they meet, and the winner gets maybe to play in the BSC championship. However, I did not feel badly for Auburn getting pummeled by Georgia, 34-7, yesterday. Nor did I feel badly when Auburn was manhandled by Mississippi State, and later gave away its game with Texas A & M. Here’s why.

Angels handed Auburn two fluke last-play-of-the-game victories last year, against Georgia and Alabama, because Alabama didn’t man up and tell Florida State, the SEC, the ACC, the NCAA and the BSC that, if Alabama ended up paired against Florida State in the BSC championship game, Alabama would not show up if Jameis Winston was still on their team.  So the angels substituted Auburn for Alabama, and when Auburn didn’t man up, the angels snatched Auburn’s seeming victory in the BSC championship into the jaws of defeat.

Now remains to be seen how it will go when Auburn plays Alabama later this month, in the Iron Bowl, as that annual war is called. If Alabama wins that game, as SEC West’s champion it will play SEC East Missouri in the SEC Championship game, unless Missouri self-destructs in the meantime, and then it will be Georgia representing SEC East in that game.

Mississippi State is a darn good football team, by the way. If Alabama wins out through the SEC Championship, and if Mississippi State wins the rest of its regular season games, it won’t surprise me to see both teams in the BSC 4-team play-offs. This is the first year for a BSC 4-team play-off.

If I had to hazard a wild ass guess, I’d say, if they win the rest of their games, Florida State and Oregon will be the other two BSC play-off teams, although one-loss Ohio State might slip in there, if it wins the rest of its games, ousting Mississippi State, if Alabama wins the rest of its games. That would be the “politically correct” line-up, one team each from a major conference. Even though, yep, Ohio State was beaten by West Virginia, after Alabama beat West Virginia in those two team’s season opener.

However, on a neutral playing field, I would put Mississippi State up against any of them. Bryant-Denny Stadium in Tuscaloosa yesterday was not a neutral playing field. On the other hand, Alabama made a hell of a last-second comeback last week in LSU’s “Death Valley”. LSU did not get over that by yesterday, losing to Arkansas, 17-0. Arkansas had already darn near beated Alabama, in Fayettville. Alabama 14, Arkansas 13.

SEC West teams have only a slim chance of going undefeated in SEC West. I imagine SEC West teams, Mississippi State, Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, LSU and Texas A & M, and SEC East teams, Missouri, Georgia, South Carolina and Auburn, would love to entertain Florida State, Oregon and Ohio State on those teams’ own home fields.

Wisconsin ran away from LSU in those two teams’ season opener this year, in Houston, Texas, only to watch LSU come back and win.

Get this, my oldest daughter’s husband is Mississippi State’s head baseball coach. His team made it to the College World Series finals a couple of years ago, and lost to UCLA. He was a college All-American right-fielder at Mississippi State, when his team also came in second in the College World Series finals. He played some minor league pro baseball in California, then went into coaching college baseball. His father was one of my favorite law professors at the University of Alabama School of Law.

That’s it for today, sports fans.

On second thought, lady lawyer Susan, who, get this, after I told her my father’s company was Golden Flake (which competed head-on with Frito-Lay), said she once was a good friend of my sister, Elizabeth, when they were in nursing school together in Birmingham. Susan seemed kinda blown away to just happen :-) to meet Elizabeth’s brother in Jack Flats, in Key West. I didn’t say nothing about angels making the introductions.

Susan gave me her phone number to pass along to Elizabeth, in hopes she would call Susan in Baltimore and they could resume their friendship. I said I don’t have Elizabeth’s phone number or her street address. Susan said, Oh? I said, look Elizabeth up on Facebook. Susan said she doesn’t use Facebook. Wellm calling Elizabeth’s church in Birmingham and have them pass on her ger name and phone number to Elizabeth? Susan asked, what church? St. Luke’s Episcopal, in Crestline Heights, which was our mother’s church, where I was confirmed. Oh, Elizabeth got religious? I said, I tried to talk her out of it years ago, but was not successful.

Susan asked if Elizabeth ever had children? She and her husband, Eddie, were going through fertility tests I said, yes, and finally I wrote and told her something she needed to take a good look at, and not long afterward she pregnant and she ended up having four children without any help from fertility experts. During her 4th pregnancy, I wrote to her and asked if she knew what was causing her to have babies, and, if so, why was she still having them, when she and Eddy were on the skids? Later, Elizabeth told me the letter had really pissed her off, but she had her tubes tide when she gave birth that time and now she was glad I had gotten onto her.

I told Susan I would  figure out a way pass her name and phone number along to Elizabeth.

Susan said, after moving to Baltimore, she caught a lot of grief about Alabama being backward, redneck. Do folks in Alabama have running water? She told the Baltimore folks there were just as many rednecks in Maryland, lots of them still waved Confederate flags, and not only did people in Alabama have running water, they all had air-conditioning, which was not the case in Maryland.

I chuckled, said, I lived in Colorado for a number of years, and one day a person I knew there asked me how I had been able to stand living in Birmingham with all of those strange people around me? I replied, when I was getting ready to leave Birmingham and move out west, some of my friends asked me why I was going out there to be around the strange people who live there? The still wonder, and, to be honest, I’d rather be around them than around a lot of people I have me out there. Susan laughed.

When I told Susan I speak three languages fluently, Alabama English, Redneck and Dialectic, and sumtimes I mixes dem ups, she invited me to join her in belting out Alabama’s redneck fight song. For people who are not Alabama fans :-), in continuous two-count cadence, the first count is accentuated, the bold highlighted counts are pretty much shouted.

Ram

a

jam

ma

yel

la

ham

ma

give

‘em

hell!!!

Al

a

bam

ma

Alabama Crimson Tide

Rollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll,

Tide,

rolllllllllllllllllll!!

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[yella hamma = yellow hammer, the Alabama state bird]

I told someone in a dream last night, “I am Sloan Bashinsky, of Birmingham, Alabama.”

I told someone in a dream around dawn yesterday morning, “My father told me war is hell.”

Football games are war, and hell to lose. As are lots of other things.

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Sloan Bashinsky, ex-lawyer on the lam from Birmingham, I told lady lawyer Susan last night :-). She was with her husband, in case anyone is getting weird ideas. He was a Maryland fan before they met. Now he kinda likes Alabama. Kinda, because that’s where they sent their kids to college. And kinda, because Alabama wins more football games than Maryland :-).

Stay tuned, I suppose, for more pigskin reviews and predictions.

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Next day post-script:

Amiga Hope, of Birmingham, Alabama,

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replied to all of the above, after I had posted it at this website:

The SEC teams could defeat themselves and there would be no SEC team in the top four! Heresy from Hope!

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I replied:

which springs eternal, hope – :-)

that scenario is just as likely as any other, and wouldn’t that be a fine can of pickles, the sour kind? :-)

For not telling Florida State to take a hike, if they didn’t get rid of Jameis Winston, the entire SEC gets itself angel-banned from playing in the annual, and mythical, mine’s bigger and better than yours festival :-).

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And Amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, of Key West,

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replied to the Northwestern victory over Notre Dame part of the above:

Sloan; one always must be careful of Northwester’s football team–a small ivy league university of the Midwest—the players really have to take classes and pass legitimately –I know —-intelligent players well coached always —-with talent—they can upset anyone. I was there I have spoken–truly——-kind regards to you—- Jerry

I replied:

At Jack Flats sports bar this past Saturday, the lady lawyer from Baltimore, featured in the pigskin review and predictions part of yesterday’s post, told me about the basketball scandal at the University of North Carolina, about which, she seemed amazed, I’d never heard.

She said, for 20 years, as I recall, UNC had a special class run by college administration secretaries for UNC basketball players, who did not attend said special class. The basketball players were passed based on writing one paper, graded by said secretaries. I didn’t know how something like that could have dribbled past me, so I looked online to see what I could find. It is plastered online.

Here’s one article, which should make all lovers of higher education wish they were star basketball players instead :-).

Here’s How UNC’s Massive Fake-Class Scandal Worked

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University of North Carolina fans celebrate on the court following North Carolina’s win over Duke during their NCAA basketball game in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, on March 5, 2011.

An academic scandal at the University of North Carolina over fake classes unfolded over nearly two decades and involved about 3,100 students, nearly half of them athletes, former Justice Department official Kenneth Wainstein found in a report released Wednesday.

The scandal centers around so-called “paper classes” — which typically never met and only required a final paper — that were offered through the African and Afro-American Studies department. According to Wednesday’s report, these classes were explicity utilized by members of both UNC academic and athletic departments to help athletes achieve a minimum GPA in order to maintain their NCAA eligibility.

Since the report was released Wednesday, at least nine UNC employees have been targeted for firings or disciplinary actions, a group that appears to include a former faculty chairwoman and “preeminent scholar on sports ethics,” according to student newspaper The Daily Tarheel.

It remains to be seen if the NCAA will take any action against UNC, but could potentially vacate wins that took place during this period, including three national basketball championships.

Here are details about the fake classes that students didn’t have to show up for, according to the report.

How It Worked

The now-retired secretary of the African and Afro-American Studies had a soft spot for athletes and started the independent study classes in 1992.

Even though she was not a faculty member, Deborah Crowder registered students in the courses, assigned topics and handed out As and Bs after a quick scan of final papers regardless of work quality. By 1999, Crowder began offering lecture classes that didn’t meet, apparently to get around limits on the number of independent studies courses students could take.

Knowing the classes were easy As and Bs, counselors who helped athletes pick courses recommended them to struggling students.

When Crowder left the school in 2009, former department chairman Julius Nyang’oro continued the practice until questions were asked in 2011 and he resigned.

Who Was Doing It?

More than 3,100 students. About 47% of them were athletes. The classes “were especially popular among student-athletes, particularly those who played the ‘revenue’ sports of football and men’s basketball,” the report said, “as key to helping academically challenged student-athletes remain eligible and on the playing field.”

Which Athletes Benefited?

Half were football players, 12% were men’s basketball players, 6% were women’s basketball players, and the remaining came from other sports.

University Chancellor Carol Folt said no current coach was involved. Though most of the men’s basketball players who enrolled in the classes did so since coach Roy Williams arrived in 2003, oversight of their academic progress was left to two of his assistants. Ten of the 15 players on the 2005 team, when the Tar Heels won a national championship, were African and Afro-American Studies majors.

The report makes clear that the UNC football coaching staff knew about the fake “paper classes.” The football team academic counseling staff had long relied on these classes to support struggling athletes who would not have been eligible to play without their lax attendance and grading policies.

Following Crowder’s retirement, the report states, the staff held a meeting with the team’s coaches where they “explained (1) that the AFAM paper classes had played a large role in keeping under-prepared and/or unmotivated football players eligible to play and (2) that these classes no longer existed.” The staff then petitioned Nyang’oro to reinstate the classes.

What’s Next?

The NCAA is again looking into the scandal. Scholarships could be reduced, or wins could be vacated. Athletic director Bubba Cunningham said he wouldn’t speculate.

The university chancellor said four employees were going to be fired, and five others disciplined. Folt wouldn’t identify them.

It appears that at least one academic official has lost her position over the scandal. One email included in the report highlights how UNC philosophy professor Jan Boxill — a women’s basketball academic counselor — worked with an AFAM administrator to inflate the grades of a student athlete.

Boxill was also director of UNC’s Parr Center for Ethics, a position she no longer appears to hold.

The lady lawyer from Baltimore asked me, facetiously, if I thought the UNC president, administration and  trustees were in the dark about what had happened? I said, of course they knew. How could they know know?

By the way, a fellow I went to high school with at the McCallie School in Chattanooga, Tennessee, Glenn Hanes, whose ancestors had founded Hanes underwear company in North Carolina, came to me in a dream around dawn today, urging me to keep my same outerwear on, but to keep changing my underwear.

There seems to nothing too low for the angels to stoop to :-).

Sloan

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God’s noblest creation is honest people, Category 5 storms and other wonderful spiritual growth phenomena – Key West and Birmingham, Alabama laboratories, by Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr.

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Charles Eimer's take down

In the Charles Eimers murder in paradise case, Arnaud and Naja Girard, below,

Arnaud GirardNaja

co-publishers of Key West the Newspaper (www.thebluepaper), drop yet another nuclear bomb today on the Key West “police” department, which nuclear bomb also just so happened to ground zero the Florida Department of Law Unforcement in Tallahassee. Here is the blue paper’s teaser:

KWPD AND FDLE, PARTNERS IN CRIME?

Issue 58 Mr and Mrs Smith for web

It’s a hell of a thing when an FDLE Special Agent commits perjury.  A hell of a thing.

Kathy Smith, lead FDLE agent in the Eimers death-in-custody investigation and KWPD’s Chief of Operations at the time of the arrest, appear to be partners in a perjurious plot to obtain a strangely advantageous home loan.

This casts more doubt on FDLE’s “independent” investigation of the death of Charles Eimers. It is especially troubling considering that so much direct evidence including dashcam recordings, Taser video footage, and witness information was allowed to “slip away” and that Eimers’ body was nearly cremated before autopsy; all under Special Agent Kathy Smith’s watch. […full article]

sleeping skeleton

I suppose yesterday was the first “vacation” I’d had in years, physically, emotionally, mentally, soulfully, which was reflected in yesterday’s laissez faire geezer, angel, homeless, poor working stiffs and other news from the southernmost asteroid (Key West) post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, in which I hardly “hit a lick at a snake”, to borrow a phrase from my days growing up in Alabama. Well almost a vacation. By yesterday evening, I felt something warm and fuzzy sneaking into my body and soul.

All Hallows Eve

I had wanted to publish something else yesterday, but a dream at dawn left me wondering if I should hold off, wait a day, or longer? Dreams last night, however, were pretty darn explicit that I should let it all hang out today, even as the warm and fuzzy was turning out to feel like Chernobyl.

One dream last night was set in Troy, Alabama, where my father was born. Troy, I associate with my great grandfather Leopold Bashinsky, on whose gravestone is inscribed, “God’s noblest creating is an honest man.” His wife had that put on his gravestone. He died a few years before I was born. You can read more about Leopold, based on stories of him I heard in the family, by opening this link,  A FEW REMARKABLE PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN, by Sloan Bashinsky , and by scrolling down to the 4th portrait, “He Was a Noble Creation.”

The six remarkable people portrayed in that little book, which unexpectedly fell out of me in the fall of 2004, shaped me in ways I could not back then imagine. In the order of their appearances in the little book: “He Used to Drink Moonshine,” Clarence W. Allgood, United States District Judge, for whom I clerked after graduating from law school; “She Works Behind the Scenes”, Sister Charlotte Washington, the daughter of an African slave, who loved and raised me as her own; “He Called a Spade a Spade”, Dr. Leo Bashinsky, Pediatrician, my father’s brother; “He Was a Noble Creation, Leopold Bashinsky, Polish Jew immigrant who realized the American dream; “He Was a Parish Priest”, Rev. Lee Graham, my mother’s minister; “What You Saw was What You Got,” John Gillon, my father’s first lawyer, who trained John McKleroy, who would become my father’s lawyer. More about him further along in this post.

Seven Mile Bridge

Seven Mile Bridge, just above which is Marathon

Yesterday morning, driving up to Marathon to play duplicate bridge with friends in the Senior Citizen Center, I offered a ride to a black man waiting at the bus stop in front of the Shell station at the intersection of Geiger Key road and US 1 on Big Coppit Key. He said he was going to Marathon. It turned out he was born and raised in Montgomery, Alabama, just 50 miles above Troy, 90 miles south of Birmingham, where I was born and raised. Troy was where Leopold’s daughter, Mary Elizabeth, ended up living with her husband, Noble Crump, one of the finest men I ever knew. Mea culpa, perhaps, for not including him the little book.

My passenger’s and my conversation was interesting and perhaps another day I will tell some of it in a post. The part I will tell today is I told him I was raised as her own by the daughter of an African slave, and I had a half-black older brother I’d never met; his parents were my father and the daughter of the black servants in the home of my father’s parents, and my finding out about that had blown my father’s and my already seriously strained relationship to smithereens. I found out about Travis in dreams I and my then two best men friends had. One of them, Aubrey Loftis, had been the production manager at Golden Flake Snack Foods, my father’s company, which competed head-on with Frito-Lay.

In that vein, a few days ago, amiga Hope in Birmingham replied to the Veterans Day 2014 road less traveled reports on America at war, and a discussion with the author of a new book on the assassination of US President John F. Kennedy  post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

Maybe Lee Oswald Harvey acted alone on his own initiative. After 50 plus years, who knows or can prove otherwise. My husband who is from Texas firmly believes LBJ was behind the murder. Hope the angels aren’t too rough on you. Hope

I replied:

Hi, Hope –

I’m not convinced Oswald shot Kennedy. I am convinced LBJ and other bottom feeders in his circle were behind it, but there is no way I can prove it.

The angels still seem to have me mixed up with Superman, and they have heaps more kryptonite, it seems, although sometimes they seem to remember I’m just a man they picked up along the way. Something in Birmingham underway now I sort of am hoping they magic wand more to my liking than, I suppose, to some other people’s liking. It’s somewhat described in the most recent post at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com, which I have not published, or publicly noticed, anywhere else yet.

The underlying correspondence with my father’s lawyer is wearing me out, but it don’t seem to matter how I feel about what I’m asked to do (translates: told to do, or else). Some of the related dreams also haven’t been particularly restful.

I told my landlady about it today; she offered a backup plan I barely will be able to afford, if Plan A doesn’t happen.

I told her the problem righteous Christians have, my stepmother, for example, and my father’s lawyer, for another example, is they think they are saved regardless of how they behave.

My landlady is from Shri Lanka, was raised Christian but has plenty of Hindu socializing in her. She offered me a free place to stay in a rental house in 2004, in return for my house-sitting it. I was living in a tent across from Smathers Beach in Key West, summer was coming, it was getting really hot. From time to time thereafter, I stayed in her home, renting a room, as I am doing now. Three other older men, easy to get along with, also rent a room here. I’m the oldest renter. My landlady is 78, I think. She just got back from Shri Lanka yesterday. She goes there every few years.

My wife, Kali, according to a 2002 dream, made this arrangement, is my take. But, based on dreams, it is my father and my mother, and the black woman who raised me as her own, who are involved in the Birmingham situation. And maybe my sister, Elizabeth (Sissy), and perhaps my brother, Major. My half-brother Travis is involved, based on dreams.

Below is something amusing a fellow in Key West sent today.

Sloan

Geezer News

Here is the Birmingham post:

Ain’t spiritual growth wonderful?

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Seven Mile Bridge

About a year ago, a close friend down here in the Florida Keys told me I needed to meet Jerry Weinstock, of Key West, who was as ardent about protecting Mother Nature down here, as I was. Turned out, that was Jerry’s life-long passion, which included a deep love for fishing and diving. His profession, however, was psychiatry, from which he mostly was retired when we met. He told me that for a very long time he was the only psychiatrist down here, and he had treated every writer in Key West at some point in time, and he also had been the school board’s psychiatrist.

Since we met, not as doctor-client, Jerry and I have had many discussions, a few face to face, most however in emails, probably 90 percent of which were published atwww.goodmorningkeywest.com.

For example, the other day Jerry replied to the November 3, 2014 good Florida Keys people hazardous waste alert: incumbent mosquito control board commissioner Phillip Goodman and incumbent county commissioner George Neugent post www.goodmorningkeywest.com, after a cold front had just come through Key West, night temperatures were in the high 50s F. It was awful.

sun

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: I dislike the cold waves –harder to swim today –(I think) ////// but enjoyed the Blog——–just finishing my last Tuna suchi from our fishing trip ( Donna and I ) 4 days ago—-that’s what is really incredible about Key west –can go out and catch your own Tuna —clean it and eat (enjoy) the flavor — with some picked key Limes.
best wishes for a good day !! Jerry

I replied:

Thanks, alas, seems I’m swimming up Niarga Falls after it froze over and winter hasn’t even begun yet.

Jerry wrote:

see another good metaphor

[I had published a few days earlier, that what I get up, write, put together and publish each morning is fishing; I used to call it soul fishing.]

I replied:

it doesn’t feel like metaphor

the getting up and going fishing each morning, with what I publish, really is fishing – in times past I called it soul fishing

as I was about done putting today’s bait together, I sense I was to send it to my father’s lawyer, with a request that he share it with my father’s widow and three other people in Birmingham, who were, and still are, deeply involved in my father’s affairs

am pretty sure now all the writing I did about Ebola, besides being about Ebola and its spirit vibration, also was about something about as rough for me as Ebola, which was the recent correspondence with my father’s lawyer, and its accompanying spirit components, only the email I first sent to the lawyer, as per dreams, did I report so far; I heard back from him yesterday, what I anticipated, nothing encouraging, which led to me replying this morning back to him with a second much different (nice) tone email, as per dreams, and later on I sent today’s post to him to share around; the spirit currents are very heavy and very toxic, and I’m exhausted, my liver is wailing; this might go on a while, no clue how it will play out, but this river has to be paddled; once upon a time I was a pretty good whitewater paddler, and from time to time in dreams I am on a whitewater river in one of my old boats, and the dream is showing me what I am currently navigating in something I’m engaging when I’m awake; had such a dream in a nap a bit ago – perhaps I should call Trauma Star, get myself airlifted to, hmmm, Mt. Sinai – not literally, but literally in the soul sense :-)

I should have been given this to do months ago, when I could have eased through it without a lot of time pressure on me …

My father asked me in a dream last June, as I recall, what I was going to be doing in October? I wondered if it was about the mayor’s race, but I wasn’t for sure; when October came and the dreams filling in the blanks started coming, I knew I would be dealing with his lawyer and his widow, and I knew it would chew me up internally …

I dreamt night before last of being in Hawaii in April, and I awoke hearing the tune and some of the lyrics to “April Love,” by Pat Boone, I thought I recalled … the only woman, and the only person, in my life, so far, who actually was on the same page with me about spirit matters was the woman who went around the world with me on credit cards, in 2000, and we ended up broke and stranded on Maui; in 2001, after HEAVY WAIT came through me, she was its muse, she came to me in a dream and said we were even and were headed separate ways, but would meet again at the Capriatti Hotel, and she got into a yellow taxi cab and I got into another yellow taxi cab, and we went off in different directions; I met Brenda when she was driving a taxi in north Georgia, her email handle was “taxi girl” …

Maybe being in Hawaii in April is a physical move, maybe it’s about something important in my life concerning Hawaii happening … meanwhile, I’m paddling up frozen Niagra Falls, or something, and it ain’t a whole heap of fun …

Jerry replied:

a lot of convoluted issues—glad you can sleep and dream;
Without REM sleep (dreaming) insanity results —but you do well in the rather lush detailed dreams you experience”………keep dreaming; tell me some of them—ok —(truncated)—————-Jerry
(also your feelings during the dream)

I replied the next morning, November 4:

Lots of people have told me they do not dream, as in, they do not remember their dreams. Some people I have known only remembered dreams occasionally. Others reported dreaming ongoing. I associated that with the state of their internal feminine; the more whole and functioning it was, the more they remembered their dreams. I suppose, perhaps incorrectly, that all people dream, even if they do not recall dreaming – REM sleep.

I have been plainly told in my sleep, in plain English, that I need to dream so I will know what is really going on. That concurred with my being instructed and corrected in dreams ongoing. Closer to Carl Jung’s view of dreams, than to Sigmund Freud’s. But I imagine Jung would have serious trouble with my dreams, which would defy his view of dreams and their symbols and the archetypes.

After writing to you yesterday afternoon, a lot of pieces fell into place in my noggin very fast.

Going back to the dream last June, as I recall, in which my father asked me what I was going to be doing in October? And I awoke not knowing how to answer his question, and wondering what he meant?

I wrote a great deal about Ebola in October, perhaps that started in latter September. I understood the spirit vibration of Ebola had been put into me. Soon, I felt like I was coming down with a flu. As days passed, the flu grew stronger. Mostly, it was in my right lung – right is the male side of a human body in lots of people’s spirit symbology, as well as in my own spirit symbology. The flu in my right lung moved into pneumonia.

I’ve had that happen a number of times. I’ve even had doctors tell me it was pneumonia many years past. I stopped treating it medically, after I knew it was a spirit process and that treating it medically would make it harder on me; even if the antibiotics knocked the pneumonia back, it would return, and not only that, it would return more than once. So, I just started riding it out, and eventually whatever it was related to in spirit would work its way through me and the pneumonia would start to clear up, slowly, and often regressing back, and then progressing forward again, over and over, until it was finished. That happened maybe a dozen times over the years, after I got the hang of how to deal with it.

Ebola is from Africa. The final and biggest rupture in my and my father’s relationship came when I, and my two best men friends, one of whom had been a valued management employee of my father’s snack food company, which competed head-on with Frito-Lay, the fellow was the company’s production manager, all three of us had dreams that I had an older half-brother named Travis, whose father was my father, and whose mother was the daughter of the black married couple who lived in the servants’ quarters of my father’s home. I went to my father’s bother, whom I loved dearly, and asked him if I had an older brother I didn’t know about? He confirmed it and said he wanted nothing to do with it. That was early September 1998.

I didn’t know what to do with what I had learned, so I did nothing with it.

In early December 1999, I was overwhelmed, out of the blue, with knowing it was time for me to ask my father about Travis. We did not see each other, but sometimes we exchanged brief, cordial handwritten letters. I wrote to him saying I and my two best men friends had dreamed I had an older brother named Travis, and if that was so, I was not upset, but I would like to meet him, if that was possible. I added, if I did not hear back to my request, I would take that to mean Travis existed. I said nothing about Travis’ being mix-raced, and I did not mention my father’s brother.

I received no letter back. Christmas Day came and passed. Each year, my father gave his children, including his adopted daughter by his second wife, common stock he owned. The value of the annual Christmas stock gift ranged from $8,000-$10,000, staying at or under the limit my father could give away each year without having to deal with the IRS gift tax laws. I did not receive the Christmas stock gift. I said to myself, oh well, and moved on.

About a week later I was again overwhelmed from out of the blue, I was to legally change my name to Sloan Young, Young was my middle name at birth, and to legally renounce all of my inheritances from my father, and to then advise him I had done that and send him proof, and do the same with my daughters, their mother, my brother and sister, and my second wife who, under out divorce decree, had a claim against part of one of my inheritances. All of which I did. Then, I was told to leave the country using credit cards, as I had very little money, and go where I was directed to go. Which I did.

Later, I was told to legally undo all of that, which, after much resistance on my part, and much pressure in dreams and other ways, I finally did. After which, I learned that my Travis letter was intercepted by my father’s wife, my stepmother. I had meant the letter just for his eyes. I did not know she was intercepting letters I sent to him. I learned that in November 2004, from my first wife, mother of my children, who had a PhD in Psychology, but never practiced that trade. She told me that all of my letters to my father were forwarded to her, for her to read and access my state of mind, and report her assessment back to my father and his wife.

That’s how I learned my stepmother had intercepted the Travis letter, and perhaps it explained my father’s behavior. For he had made it very clear to me that he would not do anything to cross his wife, as it might pertain to me. But perhaps he would have done what he did in any event. He had gone to great lengths to keep Travis hidden, which was revealed to my two best friends in their dreams. My mother didn’t know about it. My father’s brother never told his wife about it, according to her some years later, after her husband out of the picture.

So Ebola comes from Africa. This very difficult situation for my father, Travis, on which I have no judgement against my father, came from Africa, so to speak. The angels got me involved in Ebola as a warm up for what really was coming my way from Africa, again. The pneumonia in my right lung is my father, and Travis, and my and their unfathomable heart-breaking losses, caused by a society which would not accept a young white man and a young black woman who loved each other dearly, according to my two friends’ dreams, from being together and raising their son, whom my father loved dearly, according to my two friends’ dreams.

All of that, and Ebola, is being processed in me, Jerry, because I was prepared and trained by angels to do such things, for myself, and for other people. Of late, it hit my liver, which can be viewed as a body organ, but also as a liver, as in someone who lives, is alive, without which, a liver, a person dies.

I tell you all of this, Jerry, not to elicit a response from you. I tell you because it needs to be told, and you being an M.D., who practiced psychiatry for many years, are, I suppose, the ideal person to have this dumped on, especially considering I am viewed my some of my family, and was viewed by my father, as mentally ill. It is very different between him and me in my dreams, which are not compensating dreams. They are live interactions, just as real, or more real, than your and my interactions, Jerry, although there is no way I can prove that to anyone. Nor is there any way anyone can disprove it.

There is yet another player in this family production. My father’s younger brother, Jack, was born with the cord around his neck and never mentally developed past infancy; and he was an invalid, required constant nursing care until he died in his late teens. My father and his brother were so embarrassed by Jack that they would not bring their friends over to their home. Finally, their father made arrangements for Jack to live in a facility in Pennsylvania, I think it was, and against his wife’s wishes and strong objections, Jack was taken there to live out the rest of his short, unfortunate life. My father’s mother developed manic-depression over all of that, today called bipolar disorder.

I was told in a dream in October 2002, that I had an adversary, of whom I did no know. Then, I was shown the adversary was Jack, with whom my father had identified me. Now I was Jack. The great embarrassment. Now my brother, Major, was the favored son, the good son. Major, who later would kill himself and try to make it look like someone had killed him. Which, sadly, I was given the awful job of refuting in posts at my website, even before it was known that Major was dead, and after his body was found. The local police detective and the coroner’s forensic pathologist later concluded it was suicide designed to look like murder.

What father could cope with a son who is shown in dreams, and in dreams of his friends, everything he needs to know about what is important to him? That must have been terrifying for my father, and for his second wife, and for some of my other relatives, while other of my relatives were not freaked out, but I did not dream about them in those ways.

So, Brenda in north Georgia had a dream last night, of something major happening in my father’s home in Birmingham, in which his widow now lives; the home which used to be owned by my mother, which she left to her children, with our father having a life estate. He then bought my siblings and my interests in the home; I would have given him my interest, and told him so, but he said he wanted to push money to this children.

I’m obviously being vague about what is going on in Birmingham, because it’s a work in progress and, as I wrote to you yesterday, I don’t how it will play out. What I do know is my father came to me in a dream last night and showed me I was behind the curve in getting myself in shape for a spiritual football game, and I needed to get that fixed fast.

I summarized that dream just now, it was a bit more involved.

If I told you the whole dream, and the history behind it, and all the meanings, it would take a while. And the meanings would mean nothing to you, nor to anyone, but me, because the dream was a message to me in language and symbols familiar to me. The dream could not be understood by any person but me.

So here I am getting in shape for a spiritual football game, as fast as I can.

I once had a dear friend in New Mexico, who had done a residency in internal medicine and an a second residence in psychiatry. Later, he contracted a horribly crippling case of MS, which nearly totally paralyzed one side of his body, the left side, as I recall – the female side. He had very rough issues with his mother, as I recall. We “treated” each other for our various soul and human relationship woes.

He sometimes would say, in moments when he, or I, or someone we knew was put hard face to face with our own self in ways we did not in the least want to be put face to face, “Ain’t spiritual growth wonderful?”

I knew when I saw what I was being put to do in Birmingham, by writing to my father’s lawyer and to his widow, for an advance against my next inheritance, that it was a test for the lawyer, my stepmother, my father’s other trusted advisers, who still look after his affairs, and for me. I was furious that my father did not deal with them directly, as he deals with me directly. I’m still furious. But here I am, doing yet again something I don’t want to be doing. As if it matters to God that I like what I am given to do.

Sloan

work mule

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

Here is the correspondence with my father’s lawyer, with whom I attended law school and, later, tax law school at the University of Alabama School of Law, and with whom I had many conversations about my father over the years. It took the angels and my father about a week, in my dreams, to get me to write this email below, which went through many changes, finally becoming confrontational in the beginning, as dreams directed me. I tried to skip the confrontation in earlier drafts.

sloan bashinsky 10/28/14
To: John McKleroy Spain-Gillon.com

John,
Please forward this email to Joann.
Thanks,
Sloan

Dear Joann and John,

With great reluctance I write this letter after having a dream in which my father told me I had balked at doing work for his company, which he had asked me to do. For not doing that work, I would lose, he said. I replied that he would lose, too. He did not disagree. It was his way, when he was alive, to put me to do what he did not want to take care of.

I awoke from the dream knowing I had balked at sending you both a letter I reluctantly had drafted, saying I’d had dreams over several days and nights pushing me to ask you for an advancement of one-half of my second $1,000,000 inheritance from my father’s estate.

And knowing I had balked at including in the letter that I feel I am back in late 1999, when I was told by Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek to write to my father and tell him I, and two friends of mine, one was Aubrey Loftis, had been told in dreams that I had an older brother named Travis. So I wrote to my father, and his answer was not to include me in the Christmas stock he gave to his children each year. Whereupon, Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek told me to change my name to Sloan Young and renounce all of my inheritances from my father, and notify him that I had done that, and also notify my daughters and their mother and my brother, Major, and my sister, Elizabeth, that I had done that, all of which I did because of who told me to do it. I think I recall also notifying you of that, John.

And I feel I am back in the fall of 2003, after the same three, Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek, told me to reverse what they had had me do, which I did, and then they sent me to Tuscaloosa to try to gain an audience with my father, who, in dreams, had encouraged me to use you and your law firm, John, to bring that off. What ended up happening was Sam Frazier emailed me that my father wanted me to meet with the two of you, John, instead. I wrote back that I did not travel from Key West to Tuscaloosa to meet with my father’s lawyers, but I would do so if the two of you came to Tuscaloosa. To my email, I received no reply. I then was shown in dreams to let that go. However, while I was in Tuscaloosa, I had a conversation with Dianne Baker, my first wife. She told me everything I wrote to my father was intercepted by Joann, and then was sent to Dianne for her to evaluate my state of mind and report that back to Joann and my father. That’s when I understood the letter I had written to my father about Travis had been intercepted by Joann.

And I feel I am back in latter September 2005, when my father came to me in a dream and said he had died before he could finish up some things he had wanted to do. I awoke not happy, because once again I was being put by him to try to take care of something he had not wanted to take care of. I awoke knowing I was to write to you, Joann, to ask you to give the $14,000,000 my father had left to you, to his grandchildren, including Suzanne’s son, Landon, and to Travis, in equal shares. So I emailed you, asking you to do that. Your answer was to block me out of your email account.

And I feel I am back in the winter of 2005, or maybe early 2006, and the $10,000 which had been advanced to me out of my father’s estate from my inheritance was mostly used up. I wrote a letter to you, John, saying I was living in a motel populated by prostitutes and drug addicts. I asked for a second advance, this time of $20,000. You replied you would have to run it by the other beneficiaries. Later you told me they did not agree to it, because they had not liked the $10,000 advance, which they also had received, and they did not want another advance to deal with. I was in your office. You seemed sympathetic, John. I understood Joann and others, John Stein, Owen Sims, Wally Nall, Jr. and Ed Pascoe probably were in on that decision. I thought to myself, maybe I even said it to you, John, “Interesting behavior for Christians.”

My father advanced Major part of his inheritance, which advance was deducted from what Major received on February 14, 2006. So there is precedent for this request, and here are the reasons for it.

Regardless of my efforts for decades, and how badly it upset my father when he was alive, and how badly is still upsets me, I remain unable to make a living wage doing what I am pretty good at, some of of which is chronicled at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, www.goodmorningfloridakeys.com, and www.goodmorningbirmimgham.com.

Now 72 years old, my physical health is bad and physical labor is not possible.

By the end of November, I will have little or no money other than my Social Security benefits, a little over $800 per month, less about $100 cut out for Medicare.

Since receiving the first $1,000,000 of my inheritance on February 14, 2006, I spent it approximately as follows, as directed by Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek.

$375,000, in the spring of 2006, for one acre of wooded land and a trailer next to a state wildlife refuge on Little Torch Key, about 25 miles above Key West. That was to be my home. I paid cash for it. When I was forced to sell it in August 2013, I netted $90,000, which amounted to a $285,000 loss due to a horrific crash in the real estate market down here, after I purchased the place. I might have gotten a little more if I had been able to wait out a better offer. When I closed and received the $90,000 net, I had about $200 in cash.

About $350, 000, I gave away. Most of that, about $300,000, was given to Brenda Garcia, who lives in Gainesville Georgia. I have supported her financially since just before my father passed over. She is gifted spiritually, and is being taken through a very rough go by angels of the Lord. She has a personality and physical conditions, which do not lend to her holding a paying job under so much pressure from the angels. I view her as an adopted daughter, who was given to me by Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek, for me to try to educate her about the ways of Spirit, and to keep her alive and not be homeless, which I was off and on between mid-2000 and February 14, 2006.

About $50,000 was given to other people I was told to help out, and to charities dedicated to stemming the continued despoiling of Florida and the Florida Keys by developers and their lawyers, real estate companies and elected politicians.

I don’t have records of those disbursements; there was no point from a tax standpoint, as I was not earning enough money to file tax returns.

$1,000,000, less $350,000 + $285,000 = $365,000, which I spent on myself and other projects Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek arranged for me to undertake.

Among those projects was running for public office seven times in the Florida Keys. Three times for county commission, three times for mayor of Key West, when I was living there, and one time for school board. I detest politics. I ran for office each time because I was told in dreams to run. Always, my perspectives and comments on issues in those seven races was different from the other candidates’. But for me, those perspectives would not have been raised. I never came close to getting elected, and probably would have fainted if I was elected.

I did not live extravagantly since receiving the first $1,000,000.

I did not live wildly.

I did not have a girlfriend.

I am not married, but often wish I was, or that I have a girfriend.

I do not drink alcohol or use any other drug.

I have lots of friends down here, and, I’m sure, lots of enemies.

I did not take expensive trips.

I have not been on an airplane since late 2000.

Once, in 2006, I drove from Litte Torch Key to Ft. Myers, for a 3-day American Contract Bridge district tournament.

A few times I drove to Birmingham for shortish stays.

For about six months in 2007, I had an apartment near Five Points South, which I was shown in a dream to rent. I had the dream in Key West, before I drove to Birmingham. I knew from the dream the location of the apartment building. I went straight to it after getting to Birmingham. They had one apartment for rent, I took it and paid the rent six months in advance. I did spirit work, which was given to me to do in Birmingham.

Not long after receiving the first $1,000,000 inheritance, I was told in my sleep, by a now familiar voice, in plain English: “Remember Daniel.” Daniel was the dreamer in the Old Testament, who was put to all sorts of tests and survived them, sometimes via miracle. In mid-2004, I had been told in my sleep by the same voice, “You need to dream, Sloan, so you will know what is really going on.” I am advised and corrected daily in dreams.

I suppose there are two other ways a $500,000 advance could be done.

Joann, I imagine you have sufficient funds left to you by my father, to make the $500,000 advance, as a loan, secured by repayment to your estate out of the second $1,000,000 of my inheritance.

My father’s endowment trust could make the $500,000 advance, secured my second $1,000,000 inheritance. The justification for that could be to help someone doing God’s work, which is what I have been doing for a very long time now. Not popular work, usually.

Maybe the loss on the sale of the Little Torch property would offset any interest income imputed to me, if the advance was a loan.

Perhaps you do not know, Joann, that after Major told our father not to marry you, and our father said he loved you and was going to marry you, Major was so upset that he moved to California. I learned of that from Major many years later.

Perhaps you also do not know, Joanne, that my father told me Major didn’t want the marriage to proceed, and how did I feel about that, and about him marrying you? I replied that I didn’t know you, I would not be married to you, I would not live with you. If he loved you and wanted to live out his days with you, then he should marry you regardless of how Major felt. My father thanked me, seemed truly grateful. He asked if I would be his best man and carry your wedding ring. I said I would be honored to do that.

Little did my father or I know how my being his best man would play out. God has a really weird sense of humor.

Sloan

John P. McKleroy, Jr. 11/3/14
To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com
Dear Sloan:

This will acknowledge receipt of your email dated October 28, 2014 requesting that the Trustees of your father’s Testamentary Marital Trust make a distribution to you of one-half of your remaining $1 million bequest or $500,000.

As requested, I forwarded a copy of your email to Joann F. Bashinsky and I also forwarded a copy to John S. Stein and M. Owens Sims, who are Co-Trustees of the Marital Trust. I have also conferred with Paul Leonard, my law partner, and sought his counsel.

Although we are sensitive to your present situation, the Trustees of your father’s Marital Trust do not have the power or authority under the Marital Trust provisions to make the requested distribution.

In addition, the Marital Trust, under the Internal Revenue Code (“IRC”) tax laws, is a Qualified Terminable Interest Property Trust (QTIP Trust) for estate/gift tax purposes. Pursuant to the authority under your father’s will, a QTIP election was made by the Estate on the U.S. Estate Tax Returns filed in 2007 which saved substantial estate taxes. Under IRC § 2056, Mrs. Bashinsky, as the QTIP income beneficiary, has a “qualifying income interest for life” in the Marital Trust property. The Trustees have no authority or power to distribute any part of the Marital Trust property to any person, other than the surviving spouse. Any distribution from the Marital Trust to anyone other than Mrs. Bashinsky would also violate the IRS QTIP provisions and require substantial taxes to be paid by the Marital Trust and/or Mrs. Bashinsky.

John McKleroy

sloan bashinsky 11/04/14
To: John P. McKleroy, Jr.

Hi, John –

Thanks for your prompt reply.

I told my father before I wrote to you and Joann, that I saw no legal way for his estate to make an advance of my inheritance, so I added two other ways to try to get the result he said he wanted:

out of her own funds Joann advances me 1/2 of the second part of my inheritance from my father, secured by my inheritance reimbursing her estate after she passes over;

or my father’s charitable endowment trust funds the advance with repayment secured in the same way.

Please forward this email to Joann and the others.

I hope you and they are doing okay given gravity, life and time.

Thanks,

Sloan

sloan bashinsky 11/04/14
To: John P. McKleroy, Jr.

Hi again, John –

After publishing this below today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, I was nudged to send it to you and ask you to forward it to Joann and the others. This post today might be slightly more varied than what I publish daily, but it’s fairly representative of what I’ve been doing and publishing a long time down here. Not something I could have possibly imagined when I enrolled in law school at Alabama in 1965. Nor when I enrolled in tax law school there, circa 1977.

Sloan

Posted on November 4, 2014 by Sloan

 

To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com 11/10/14
John P. McKleroy, Jr.

Dear Sloan:

In your recent email you suggested that Joann F. Bashinsky advance you from her own funds one-half of the second part of your inheritance or $500,000 “secured by my inheritance reimbursing her estate after she passes over.” Mrs. Bashinsky has informed me that she declines to make this advance.

You further suggested that the $500,000 could be advanced from your “father’s charitable endowment trust with repayment secured in the same way.” I presume you are talking about Bashinsky Foundation, Inc., an Alabama non-profit corporation which is a 501(c)(3) IRS qualified charitable foundation. The Articles of Incorporation and Bylaws of the Foundation, the Internal Revenue Code and the IRS rules and regulations do not permit any distribution by the Foundation which is not in furtherance of charitable purposes of the Foundation and do not permit any investment by the Foundation which would jeopardize its charitable purpose. The requested transfer of money from the Foundation, either characterized as a distribution, advancement or investment/loan is prohibited by the IRS and would jeopardize the charitable purposes of the Foundation. In addition, such a transfer would result in the imposition of tax penalties against both the Foundation and its Directors.

Moreover, in your father’s Will he included a Spendthrift provision which would prevent you from using any part of your $1 million inheritance to pledge or secure any advancement or debt.

Sincerely,

John

After trying to write back something relatively cordial, I was pounded in dreams. So, I wrote this back, instead.

sloan bashinsky 11/11/14
To: John P. McKleroy, Jr.

Hi, John –

Thanks for another prompt reply.

I would be certifiably insane, if I had thought when I first wrote to you that you would write back to ask where to wire to me $500,000. I told my father and the angels running me how it would go, unless there was a supernatural intervention. And, as I indicated in my first email, I told them I didn’t want to be their messenger.

However, John, you now have puzzled me.

The spendthrift provision in my father’s will prevents his executors/trustees from using part of his son’s inheritance, which is certain to be paid on the death of his widow to his son (or to his son’s children), to enable his son not to be a homeless person again? If that is true, John, it is truly amazing jurisprudence and fatherly love and concern for his son.

You are familiar with: “You parents–if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead?” As is Joann familiar.

Besides other generous bequests under my father’s will, Joann received $14,000,000 cash under what essentially was a “deathbed” codicil to my invalid father’s will. A codicil you drew up, John. A good Birmingham lawyer friend, Harvard law graduate, NYU tax law graduate, with heaps of tax law experience, including litigation, wanted me to challenge that codicil. In deference to and respect for my father testamentary wishes, muddled as they might have been, I declined.

I have more questions, since I can’t seem to find answers by googling Bashinsky Foundation, Inc.

What specifically are “(T)he charitable purposes of Bashinsky Foundation, Inc.” And, to what person(s) or entity(ies) did the Foundation give money or invest in from January 2013 to date? And, what were those recipients doing to entitle them to receive money from the Foundation? And, was any of what the recipients received to be paid back? If so, was it secured, and by what?

I see no way the Foundation could be at risk financially by advancing me $500,000 for apro bono ministry I do day and night, and have been doing day and night for many years before my father passed over, if the advance is secured by my next inheritance. I can see the Foundation’s trustees, or what else they might be called, not seeing what I do as worthy, in their eyes, of financial assistance. I can see maybe the IRS would not let a donation be made to a person or entity not qualified under 501(c)(3), or something similar in the federal tax code. I can see the Foundation and the IRS not letting the Foundation give money to Jesus, if he returned and applied for financial assistance, in the form of a grant, or something similar.

If you are interested, John, the recent posts showing atwww.goodmorningbirmingham.com reflect the pro bono ministry the angels have had me doing since long before my father passed over. The most recent post, “Ain’t spiritual growth wonderful?”, is about my request for an advance of the second part of my inheritance. Most of that post is correspondence between me and a psychiatrist friend down here, with whom I talk and correspond a great deal about many things, most of which correspondence is published at www.goodmorningkeywest.com.

Receiving the first half of my inheritance on Valentine’s Day 2006 eventually led to my having websites built, which, I suppose, became my “churches”. I hear from time to time that a lot of people down here daily attend the www.goodmorningkeywest.com “church services”, many of whom would not like for me to know that :-). There are a good many readers on the mainland, too, including readers in Birmingham. My first cousin, Leo, reads me pretty regularly and often sends me stuff to read, a lot of which I publish on the websites. My brother Major’s daughter, Sloan, named after me, reads me less regularly. She calls me from time to time and we have lovely talks. My first wife, Dianne, mother of my children, recently started “liking” my Facebook links to the daily Key West website posts.

I can’t imagine what all of this is like for my father to be watching. I was told in a dream shortly after he passed over that he was going to heaven. Since then, he has been in many of my dreams, and he indeed seems in those dreams to be in heaven, although it isn’t in the angels singing and harps playing sense. It seems in the serious sense.

Please share this email with Joann, John Stein and Owen Simms.

Thanks,

Sloan

sloan bashinsky 11/11/14
To: John P. McKleroy
P.S. (“codicile”)

Hi again, John –

This is a p.s. to what I sent your way a little while ago. Please also share it with Joann, John Stein and Owen Simms.

When I talked on the telephone with Herman Falk about a week ago, I asked if he had ever pondered Joann and John Stein both having Parkinson’s? Herman seemed to become barely able to speak. Then, he said he didn’t want to judge. I said I knew that, but had he ever pondered they both have Parkinson’s? He was quiet again.

It is not coincidence.

Sloan

Golden Flake clown

A life-long employee, Herman Faulk was the sales manager of my father’s company, when he was let go by John Stein, who was the CEO. Owen Simms and his accounting firm were my father’s accountant. I once knew these men, and John McKeleroy, about as well as I know many of my friends in Key West.

If I had to hazard a wild-ass guess, I’d guess the angels will tell me to send this post today to John McKleroy, and ask him to share it with Joan F. Bashinsky, John Stein and Owen Simms. And I’d guess the angels will tell me (they already did that, too) to reproduce this post at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com today. I suppose I was not exactly surprised that yesterday’s calm was before a Category 5 storm.

Sloan

Sloan Bashinsky
keysmyhome@hotmail.com

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About a year ago, a close friend down here in the Florida Keys told me I needed to meet Jerry Weinstock, of Key West, who was as ardent about protecting Mother Nature down here, as I was. Turned out, that was Jerry’s life-long passion, which included a deep love for fishing and diving. His profession, however, was psychiatry, from which he mostly was retired when we met. He told me that for a very long time he was the only psychiatrist down here, and he had treated every writer in Key West at some point in time, and he also had been the school board’s psychiatrist.

Since we met, not as doctor-client, Jerry and I have had many discussions, a few face to face, most however in emails, probably 90 percent of which were published atwww.goodmorningkeywest.com.

For example, the other day Jerry replied to the November 3, 2014 good Florida Keys people hazardous waste alert: incumbent mosquito control board commissioner Phillip Goodman and incumbent county commissioner George Neugent post www.goodmorningkeywest.com, after a cold front had just come through Key West, night temperatures were in the high 50s F. It was awful.

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Jerry wrote:

Sloan: I dislike the cold waves –harder to swim today –(I think) ////// but enjoyed the Blog——–just finishing my last Tuna suchi from our fishing trip ( Donna and I ) 4 days ago—-that’s what is really incredible about Key west –can go out and catch your own Tuna —clean it and eat (enjoy) the flavor — with some picked key Limes.
best wishes for a good day !! Jerry

I replied:

Thanks, alas, seems I’m swimming up Niarga Falls after it froze over and winter hasn’t even begun yet.

Jerry wrote:

see another good metaphor

[I had published a few days earlier, that what I get up, write, put together and publish each morning is fishing; I used to call it soul fishing.]

I replied:

it doesn’t feel like metaphor

the getting up and going fishing each morning, with what I publish, really is fishing – in times past I called it soul fishing

as I was about done putting today’s bait together, I sense I was to send it to my father’s lawyer, with a request that he share it with my father’s widow and three other people in Birmingham, who were, and still are, deeply involved in my father’s affairs

am pretty sure now all the writing I did about Ebola, besides being about Ebola and its spirit vibration, also was about something about as rough for me as Ebola, which was the recent correspondence with my father’s lawyer, and its accompanying spirit components, only the email I first sent to the lawyer, as per dreams, did I report so far; I heard back from him yesterday, what I anticipated, nothing encouraging, which led to me replying this morning back to him with a second much different (nice) tone email, as per dreams, and later on I sent today’s post to him to share around; the spirit currents are very heavy and very toxic, and I’m exhausted, my liver is wailing; this might go on a while, no clue how it will play out, but this river has to be paddled; once upon a time I was a pretty good whitewater paddler, and from time to time in dreams I am on a whitewater river in one of my old boats, and the dream is showing me what I am currently navigating in something I’m engaging when I’m awake; had such a dream in a nap a bit ago – perhaps I should call Trauma Star, get myself airlifted to, hmmm, Mt. Sinai – not literally, but literally in the soul sense :-)

I should have been given this to do months ago, when I could have eased through it without a lot of time pressure on me …

My father asked me in a dream last June, as I recall, what I was going to be doing in October? I wondered if it was about the mayor’s race, but I wasn’t for sure; when October came and the dreams filling in the blanks started coming, I knew I would be dealing with his lawyer and his widow, and I knew it would chew me up internally …

I dreamt night before last of being in Hawaii in April, and I awoke hearing the tune and some of the lyrics to “April Love,” by Pat Boone, I thought I recalled … the only woman, and the only person, in my life, so far, who actually was on the same page with me about spirit matters was the woman who went around the world with me on credit cards, in 2000, and we ended up broke and stranded on Maui; in 2001, after HEAVY WAIT came through me, she was its muse, she came to me in a dream and said we were even and were headed separate ways, but would meet again at the Capriatti Hotel, and she got into a yellow taxi cab and I got into another yellow taxi cab, and we went off in different directions; I met Brenda when she was driving a taxi in north Georgia, her email handle was “taxi girl” …

Maybe being in Hawaii in April is a physical move, maybe it’s about something important in my life concerning Hawaii happening … meanwhile, I’m paddling up frozen Niagra Falls, or something, and it ain’t a whole heap of fun …

Jerry replied:

a lot of convoluted issues—glad you can sleep and dream;
Without REM sleep (dreaming) insanity results —but you do well in the rather lush detailed dreams you experience”………keep dreaming; tell me some of them—ok —(truncated)—————-Jerry
(also your feelings during the dream)

I replied the next morning, November 4:

Lots of people have told me they do not dream, as in, they do not remember their dreams. Some people I have known only remembered dreams occasionally. Others reported dreaming ongoing. I associated that with the state of their internal feminine; the more whole and functioning it was, the more they remembered their dreams. I suppose, perhaps incorrectly, that all people dream, even if they do not recall dreaming – REM sleep.

I have been plainly told in my sleep, in plain English, that I need to dream so I will know what is really going on. That concurred with my being instructed and corrected in dreams ongoing. Closer to Carl Jung’s view of dreams, than to Sigmund Freud’s. But I imagine Jung would have serious trouble with my dreams, which would defy his view of dreams and their symbols and the archetypes.

After writing to you yesterday afternoon, a lot of pieces fell into place in my noggin very fast.

Going back to the dream last June, as I recall, in which my father asked me what I was going to be doing in October? And I awoke not knowing how to answer his question, and wondering what he meant?

I wrote a great deal about Ebola in October, perhaps that started in latter September. I understood the spirit vibration of Ebola had been put into me. Soon, I felt like I was coming down with a flu. As days passed, the flu grew stronger. Mostly, it was in my right lung – right is the male side of a human body in lots of people’s spirit symbology, as well as in my own spirit symbology. The flu in my right lung moved into pneumonia.

I’ve had that happen a number of times. I’ve even had doctors tell me it was pneumonia many years past. I stopped treating it medically, after I knew it was a spirit process and that treating it medically would make it harder on me; even if the antibiotics knocked the pneumonia back, it would return, and not only that, it would return more than once. So, I just started riding it out, and eventually whatever it was related to in spirit would work its way through me and the pneumonia would start to clear up, slowly, and often regressing back, and then progressing forward again, over and over, until it was finished. That happened maybe a dozen times over the years, after I got the hang of how to deal with it.

Ebola is from Africa. The final and biggest rupture in my and my father’s relationship came when I, and my two best men friends, one of whom had been a valued management employee of my father’s snack food company, which competed head-on with Frito-Lay, the fellow was the company’s production manager, all three of us had dreams that I had an older half-brother named Travis, whose father was my father, and whose mother was the daughter of the black married couple who lived in the servants’ quarters of my father’s home. I went to my father’s bother, whom I loved dearly, and asked him if I had an older brother I didn’t know about? He confirmed it and said he wanted nothing to do with it. That was early September 1998.

I didn’t know what to do with what I had learned, so I did nothing with it.

In early December 1999, I was overwhelmed, out of the blue, with knowing it was time for me to ask my father about Travis. We did not see each other, but sometimes we exchanged brief, cordial handwritten letters. I wrote to him saying I and my two best men friends had dreamed I had an older brother named Travis, and if that was so, I was not upset, but I would like to meet him, if that was possible. I added, if I did not hear back to my request, I would take that to mean Travis existed. I said nothing about Travis’ being mix-raced, and I did not mention my father’s brother.

I received no letter back. Christmas Day came and passed. Each year, my father gave his children, including his adopted daughter by his second wife, common stock he owned. The value of the annual Christmas stock gift ranged from $8,000-$10,000, staying at or under the limit my father could give away each year without having to deal with the IRS gift tax laws. I did not receive the Christmas stock gift. I said to myself, oh well, and moved on.

About a week later I was again overwhelmed from out of the blue, I was to legally change my name to Sloan Young, Young was my middle name at birth, and to legally renounce all of my inheritances from my father, and to then advise him I had done that and send him proof, and do the same with my daughters, their mother, my brother and sister, and my second wife who, under out divorce decree, had a claim against part of one of my inheritances. All of which I did. Then, I was told to leave the country using credit cards, as I had very little money, and go where I was directed to go. Which I did.

Later, I was told to legally undo all of that, which, after much resistance on my part, and much pressure in dreams and other ways, I finally did. After which, I learned that my Travis letter was intercepted by my father’s wife, my stepmother. I had meant the letter just for his eyes. I did not know she was intercepting letters I sent to him. I learned that in November 2004, from my first wife, mother of my children, who had a PhD in Psychology, but never practiced that trade. She told me that all of my letters to my father were forwarded to her, for her to read and access my state of mind, and report her assessment back to my father and his wife.

That’s how I learned my stepmother had intercepted the Travis letter, and perhaps it explained my father’s behavior. For he had made it very clear to me that he would not do anything to cross his wife, as it might pertain to me. But perhaps he would have done what he did in any event. He had gone to great lengths to keep Travis hidden, which was revealed to my two best friends in their dreams. My mother didn’t know about it. My father’s brother never told his wife about it, according to her some years later, after her husband out of the picture.

So Ebola comes from Africa. This very difficult situation for my father, Travis, on which I have no judgement against my father, came from Africa, so to speak. The angels got me involved in Ebola as a warm up for what really was coming my way from Africa, again. The pneumonia in my right lung is my father, and Travis, and my and their unfathomable heart-breaking losses, caused by a society which would not accept a young white man and a young black woman who loved each other dearly, according to my two friends’ dreams, from being together and raising their son, whom my father loved dearly, according to my two friends’ dreams.

All of that, and Ebola, is being processed in me, Jerry, because I was prepared and trained by angels to do such things, for myself, and for other people. Of late, it hit my liver, which can be viewed as a body organ, but also as a liver, as in someone who lives, is alive, without which, a liver, a person dies.

I tell you all of this, Jerry, not to elicit a response from you. I tell you because it needs to be told, and you being an M.D., who practiced psychiatry for many years, are, I suppose, the ideal person to have this dumped on, especially considering I am viewed my some of my family, and was viewed by my father, as mentally ill. It is very different between him and me in my dreams, which are not compensating dreams. They are live interactions, just as real, or more real, than your and my interactions, Jerry, although there is no way I can prove that to anyone. Nor is there any way anyone can disprove it.

There is yet another player in this family production. My father’s younger brother, Jack, was born with the cord around his neck and never mentally developed past infancy; and he was an invalid, required constant nursing care until he died in his late teens. My father and his brother were so embarrassed by Jack that they would not bring their friends over to their home. Finally, their father made arrangements for Jack to live in a facility in Pennsylvania, I think it was, and against his wife’s wishes and strong objections, Jack was taken there to live out the rest of his short, unfortunate life. My father’s mother developed manic-depression over all of that, today called bipolar disorder.

I was told in a dream in October 2002, that I had an adversary, of whom I did no know. Then, I was shown the adversary was Jack, with whom my father had identified me. Now I was Jack. The great embarrassment. Now my brother, Major, was the favored son, the good son. Major, who later would kill himself and try to make it look like someone had killed him. Which, sadly, I was given the awful job of refuting in posts at my website, even before it was known that Major was dead, and after his body was found. The local police detective and the coroner’s forensic pathologist later concluded it was suicide designed to look like murder.

What father could cope with a son who is shown in dreams, and in dreams of his friends, everything he needs to know about what is important to him? That must have been terrifying for my father, and for his second wife, and for some of my other relatives, while other of my relatives were not freaked out, but I did not dream about them in those ways.

So, Brenda in north Georgia had a dream last night, of something major happening in my father’s home in Birmingham, in which his widow now lives; the home which used to be owned by my mother, which she left to her children, with our father having a life estate. He then bought my siblings and my interests in the home; I would have given him my interest, and told him so, but he said he wanted to push money to this children.

I’m obviously being vague about what is going on in Birmingham, because it’s a work in progress and, as I wrote to you yesterday, I don’t how it will play out. What I do know is my father came to me in a dream last night and showed me I was behind the curve in getting myself in shape for a spiritual football game, and I needed to get that fixed fast.

I summarized that dream just now, it was a bit more involved.

If I told you the whole dream, and the history behind it, and all the meanings, it would take a while. And the meanings would mean nothing to you, nor to anyone, but me, because the dream was a message to me in language and symbols familiar to me. The dream could not be understood by any person but me.

So here I am getting in shape for a spiritual football game, as fast as I can.

I once had a dear friend in New Mexico, who had done a residency in internal medicine and an a second residence in psychiatry. Later, he contracted a horribly crippling case of MS, which nearly totally paralyzed one side of his body, the left side, as I recall – the female side. He had very rough issues with his mother, as I recall. We “treated” each other for our various soul and human relationship woes.

He sometimes would say, in moments when he, or I, or someone we knew was put hard face to face with our own self in ways we did not in the least want to be put face to face, “Ain’t spiritual growth wonderful?”

I knew when I saw what I was being put to do in Birmingham, by writing to my father’s lawyer and to his widow, for an advance against my next inheritance, that it was a test for the lawyer, my stepmother, my father’s other trusted advisers, who still look after his affairs, and for me. I was furious that my father did not deal with them directly, as he deals with me directly. I’m still furious. But here I am, doing yet again something I don’t want to be doing. As if it matters to God that I like what I am given to do.

Sloan

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Veterans Day 2014 road less traveled reports on America at war, and a discussion with the author of a new book on the assassination of US President John F. Kennedy

good morning Vietnam

Robin Williams in “Good Morning Vietnam”,

from which I hijacked the name for this and two other “goodmorning” websites

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Not being a veteran of American foreign wars, I cannot speak for veterans. I cannot imagine what they experienced in combat, and what life afterward was and today is like for them. I can wish they had not had to fight. I can wish those wars had not happened. I can hope such wars do not happen again. And I can tell some stories about American foreign wars, which literally fell on me out of the blue.

the sky is falling

The first story was in summer, 1988.

Vietnam war protest

I attended a Downtown Birmingham Rotary Club luncheon with my father, who was a member. The guest speaker was the president, as I recall, the CEO in any event, of the National Geographic Society. The subject of his talk was something like, “Getting to Know Our Neighbors.” Our foreign neighbors. The Geographic, he said, felt that it might help if people of different countries knew more about each other, and especially if Americans knew more about foreign countries and their people. For example, he said, a study was done, and 97 percent, as I recall the number he gave, of American high school students could not locate Vietnam on a map.

I suppose he talked around twenty minutes. After which, he took questions and comments from the audience.

Someone in the audience asked if the Geographic ever took a position on the Vietnam war?

The Geographic official said, before America went into Vietnam, the Geographic had news correspondents in Saigon, when a massive street demonstration occurred; the streets were filled with Vietnamese carrying posters begging America to save them from the North Vietnamese. The Geographic’s correspondents spoke Vietnamese and talked with a number of the demonstrators. Turned out, they did not speak English, did not know what was written on the posters they were carrying. They had been paid money by the Vietnamese government to demonstrate. The demonstration was aired on TV nationwide in America. That turned Americans sentiments from not intervening militarily in Vietnam, to intervening. The Geograpic dug further into it and learned the money for the demonstration had been paid to the South Vietnamese government by the US government and US corporations.

You could have heard a pin drop in the Rotary meeting. My father, a World War II Army Aircorps combat veteran, looked like he wanted throw up. We had come to the meeting in my car. As I drove him back to where he had parked his car outside the downtown area, he was quiet and somber.

The second story was in spring, 2005.

CIA in Vietnam

In the Unitarian church in Key West, a “seekers group” met weekly to share stories and information.

At one meeting, a man perhaps ten or a few more years older than I, a Key West resident, said he had worked for the CIA in Vietnam, when the French were trying to take it back from the North Vietnamese, who had taken over after the Japanese were defeated in World War II. Before that war, Vietnam had been a profitable French colony. The fellow said, although the US’ public foreign policy was to back the French in their trying to retake Vietnam, his unit’s mission was to do all they could to help the North Vietnamese defeat the French. The goal was for the US to replace the French in Vietnam. Mainly, so the US could control the Vietnamese rubber plantations, which were extensive. The North Vietnamese defeated the French, but the US then wanted too much and Ho Chi Minh turned to the Soviet Union as an ally and trading partner. And that’s how the US Vietnam war came about.

I looked around at the group, waiting for someone to say something. Nobody said anything. I asked, did they hear what he just said? No respsonse. I asked again, did they hear what he just said? No responses. They seemed drugged. Brain dead. As if the man had said nothing. When I last saw him a few years ago, he said he still lived in Key West.

The third story occurred around the time of the second story.

Hiroshima

Hiroshima A-bomb

I think it was LIFE Magazine, some US national magazine anyway, ran a story on US President Harry Truman’s decision to use the A-bomb on Japan.

Harry Truman

The story included photostatic copies of entries from Truman’s handwritten diary. In one entry, Truman wrote that he did not use the A-bomb on Japan to defeat the Japanese. The Japanese were trying to surrender; they knew America had the bomb. He used the A-bomb on the Japanese to intimidate the Russians.

Thus began the nuclear arms race, for the Russians indeed were intimidated.

I myself was spared being inducted and sent to Vietnam. I was spared by a miracle. I won’t retell that story today. I will simply say I viewed it then, and even today, as God not wanting me to fight in Vietnam. To my discredit, I did not have the good graces to then protest the Vietnam war. I was many years developing a conscience about my country at war. And about other affairs concerning my country.

The day before yesterday, Tim Gratz, of Key West,

Tim GratzKennedy assassination

dropped off in my mailbox THE MEN AT SYLVIA’S DOOR and THE AGENT WITH THE DIRTY FINGERNAILS, Book 1: JFK Assassination unraveled, by J. Timothy Gratz and Mark Howell, who was the popular SOLARES HILL’s editor, before it was folded by the Key West Citizen. Published in trade paperback in Key West, by Shirrell Rhodes’ ABSOLUTELY AMAZING BOOKS, and as an ebook: www.AbsolutelyAmazingEbooks.com

Tim wrote to me yesterday about his and Mark’s book, and about the criminalizing of people who feed homeless people part of yesterday’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

Did you get the book? You are right. Ft Lauderdale police would have arrested Jesus for sure. He fed five thousand!

I replied:

Yes, and I started reading it last night.

Do you know how Patrick Hemming died suddenly? i.e., medical-determined cause of death? This reader was left thinking maybe he was bumped off, because he was about to spill the beans to you.

In the part about the fake secret service agent on the knoll near the shooting, and the other fake secret service agents near the building, which we talked about in the Harvey Government Center during the recent election returns, I still do not feel it was proved with certainty that they were not real secret services agents.

No telling what sort of dirt and grime real secret service agents might get into, and under their fingernails, trying to secure a place where the president will be; or trying to bump him off. I agree, though, those men claiming to be secret services agents not being jumped on by the Warren Commission stunk to high heaven and leaves no doubt the Warren Commission “cooked the books”.

The fear of World War III, if the truth ever came out, is intriguing. However, and alas, I had a nap dream yesterday afternoon, before your book arrived here, in which I was told Vietnam is in play.

Although tomorrow is Veterans Day, I felt, after reading some of your book, through the three introductions he House Select Commission on Assassinations starting on page 13, and after all the preludes and statements of conclusions as fact, and the nastiness of the whole affair, were causing my head to ache and my guts to gripe, that Vietnam was in play in the Kennedy assassination.

Specifically, Kennedy was assassinated because he was not getting on board with the military-industrial complex going into Vietnam. He was assassinated by Americans who wanted America going into Vietnam. Personally, I don’t see that being the Mafia. I see the highest reaches of the US Government involved. If I had to wager, I’d bet Vice President Lyndon Johnson was at the very top of that shit pile.

Tim replied:

I have no reason to believe that Hemming’s death eas other than natural.
All the SS agents were accounted for. All werea ssigned to the motorcase itself.
Plus of course per this Silva (as reported by Acker) Hargraves had false secret service credentials.
As you know, the FBI never interviewed either Silva or Hargraves.
Yes many think Vietnam was in play here.
And many many (including my publisher) think LBJ was involved (although I do not).
My own opinion is that it was a combo of Mafia and rogue CIA agents. The CIA agents and Cuban exiles were mad at JFK because they felt he had “murdered” members of the Bay of Pigs Brigade by refusing air cover during the BOP invasion.
A CIA agent named David Morales admitted his involvement in the assassination. He was a “drinking buddy: of mafioso Johnny Rosselli, who also admitted his involvement (to his lawyer).
Morales died at a very young age–some think suspicious.
And Rosselli was murdered in Miami in August 1976 before he was scheduled to testify a second time.
best
Tim

I replied:

Hi again, Tim –

Saying you have no reason to believe Hemming’s sudden death was other than natural leaves me thinking you don’t know the cause of death. As I wrote earlier, the way you reported Hemming’s sudden death flat out made me wonder if he was killed to stop him from spilling the beans to you.

I was glad to see you and Mark do not blame Fidel Castro for having Kennedy killed, although, based on all I have read, Fidel certainly had as much reason as anyone, and based on other stuff I have read, and talks you and I have had, Fidel, or at least his intelligence service, apparently knew something big was going down in Dallas that day. The angels don’t see Fidel had anything to do with it.

The ache in my right ear, which started yesterday, and then subsided some overnight, is throbbing pretty good again, and there is a sore on the right side of my anus, which came up yesterday and is not yet remitting. Both indicating a big nasty male something impacting me. Another way of saying it, demons attacking me over my being gotten involved in something they don’t want me involved in, including their screaming into my right ear. That’s happened quite a bit over the years, earaches and sores near my anus, and even in my nose, when I’m engaging something nasty.

I have to think Lyndon Johnson and the U.S. military-industrial complex weren’t too terribly thrilled with the Bay of Pigs abortion, either. What better clever cover for Johnson and the military-industrial complex, than disgruntled rogue CIA officers, pissed-off Cuban ex-pats, and Mafia business partners of Batista no longer raking in the dough in Havana?

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I might write about this tomorrow; if I do, that ought to be a bit more of a splash for your book than my simply reviewing it. A number of typos, so far, suggests it was not copy-edited. I suppose the angels might have something to say tonight about this nastiness. Maybe Robin Williams will make a special guest appearance :-).

Sloan

Tim wrote:

I had read Havana Nocturbe before and coincidence of coincidences picked up a free copy at the library two hours ago.
Have you read the book? An amazing story about Trafficante setting up a three way for JFK. What makes it ironic is that I believe ST was involved in the assassination. His lawyer Frank Ragano claims that ST admitted his involvement to him although some doubt Ragano’s story.
I missed the typos. I hate that!

I replied:

Your co-author, Mark Howell, and you two’s publisher, Shirrell Rhodes, did not read the manuscript, mark typos, commas out of place, etc.? I did not use a copy editor for my last novel; for all know that is clear for anyone who reads it.

Have not read Havana Noturne, had never heard of it before using Google before I last wrote to you, to see if the Mafia had ties with Bastista, thus something to regain in Cuba, if the Bay of Pigs invasion had succeeded.

However, it has been my sense in a number of things I have read, that the Mafia tends to be patriotic when it comes to waving the American flag.

ST is?

It took me a while to think I had figured out what you meant by (NUK) in your book – name unknown?

I wrote later:

Just now finished reading your book, but did not read the Odio testimony following in the appendix. I did read your and Mark’s bios at the end.

There were further copy-edit glitches, the same sequence of words repeated in a few places, which were like hitting bumps in the road and stopping to take a breath and figure out what was coming next, and there were a few more glitches.

My impression: you wrote this book. You asked more questions than you answered. I learned a little about a number of people I had never heard of, and the great mystery of who the various possible players in the Kennedy assassination were remains mysterious, unless you have second sight. Wonder if the angels will chime in tonight in my sleep?

Ciao

I wrote this morning:

As far as I could tell, nothing from the angels in my sleep. They told me last year, I think it was, when you and I were discussing the Kennedy assassination, that Lyndon Johnson was behind it, and I passed that along to you, and you didn’t agree. I take their silence last night as their view has not changed.

I figured out ST was Trafficante.

Your book is yet another very good reason for all Americans not to blindly trust Uncle Sam at war, probably not at anything. My post today at goodmorningkeywest.com will provide a little more “ammunition” for that “position statement”.

Sloan

Tim wrote:

Another friend has pointed out numerous typos etc in the book which embarrasses me.
I still do not think LBJ did it although many do. There are several books advancing that argument including one I can lend you by Roger Stone who was a close aide to both Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan. In his latest book on Watergate he alleges that Hemming was involved in a plot to kill Nixon which was aborted.

I replied:

Today’s post is up, will send you email reproduction shortly.

South of the border …

Kill The Messenger

now showing at Tropic Cinema in Key West, said to be based on a true story, is yet another story of why Uncle Sam should not be blindly trusted in war matters. In that story, a journalist in a smallish southern California newspaper miraculously stumbles upon and breaks a story that the CIA paid Central American drug dealers huge amounts of money to bring huge amounts of crack cocaine into America; the drug dealers gave the money to the Contras in Nicaragua, who were trying to overthrow their repressive government. This all happened because Congress would not approve President Ronald Reagan supporting the Contras. Another side of that story already was far better known: the Iran-Contra scandal.

From Wikipedia:

Iran–Contra affair
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Reagan meets with (left to right) Secretary of DefenseCaspar Weinberger, Secretary of State George Shultz, Attorney General Ed Meese, and Chief of Staff Don Regan in the Oval Office
Date August 20, 1985 – March 4, 1987
Also known as Iran–Contra
Participants Ronald Reagan, Robert McFarlane,Caspar Weinberger, Hezbollah,Contras,Oliver North, Manucher Ghorbanifar,John Poindexter,Manuel Antonio Noriega

The Iran–Contra affair (Persian: ?????-??????, Spanish: caso Irán-Contra), also referred to as Irangate,[1] Contragate[2] or the Iran–Contra scandal, was a political scandal in the United States that occurred during the second term of the Reagan Administration. Senior administration officials secretly facilitated the sale of arms to Iran, the subject of an arms embargo.[3] Some U.S. officials also hoped that the arms sales would secure the release of several hostages and allow U.S. intelligence agencies to fund theNicaraguan Contras. Under the Boland Amendment, further funding of the Contras by the government had been prohibited by Congress.

A later Uncle Sam at war scandal was depicted by an artist:

Iraq or bust

That disastrous war and its related disastrous war in Afghanistan proved and still are proving Uncle Sam learned nothing about his disastrous war in Vietnam.

Lyndon Vietnam

US President Lyndon Johnson, pinning medals on Vietnam soldiers, after he had solemnly promised Americans on national television that he would never send American boys to die in war Asia

Vietnam Wall

veterans against war 3

Sloan Bashinsky
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criminalizing people for feeding homeless people criminalizes Jesus, again

Jesus with leper

This post is mostly a Facebook thread started by a Key West resident, who reveals in the thread that she is homeless and lives with friends, as Jesus provides:

FACEBOOK FEEDBACK: A 90-year-old man and two ministers were arrested after feeding the homeless in public in Ft. Lauderdale.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Ft. Lauderdale officials are sticking to their guns about a new ordinance that outlaws people from feeding the needy in public.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>What do you think? Should SWFL follow suit? Watch Rising to find out more and chime in here.

FACEBOOK FEEDBACK: A 90-year-old man and two ministers were arrested after feeding the homeless in public in Ft. Lauderdale.

Ft. Lauderdale officials are sticking to their guns about a new ordinance that outlaws people from feeding the needy in public.

What do you think? Should SWFL follow suit? Watch Rising to find out more and chime in here.

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  • Yolanda Rosato Are you KIDDING ME! REALLY!! OK something has to be done to make this right!! God help them!!
  • Sally Laporte Osborn Souza sick world we live in..
  • Sally Laporte Osborn Souza They also stopped it in Burlington Vt. from some friends of mine.They did not get arrested,cause they stopped.Dear lord ,goes with the times BUT our time is near for restoration of ALL things..We are in the world ,but not of it..
  • Dustanne Proctor Contant I think that is horrible. Why is it wrong to help those who are in need but not those who are destructive?
  • Sloan Bashinsky baaaaaad kaaaaaarma
  • Christi Marie Leader ~Yep.. it’s against the law here in Orlando also at Lake Eola where so many homeless hang out, ect..
  • Sushant Dahivalikar whats bad thing in it if some one is trying to feed the homeless. Its not wrong. I think if the law say its wrong than I must say whole law is wrong.
  • Arthur Fischer Would they arrest Jesus too? Come on folks how would you feel if you had no home and food?
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  • Sloan Bashinsky A few hours before receiving this FB thread, I had covered the Ft. Lauderdale and other homeless venues fairly comprehensively in the first parts of yesterday’s “skid row forum, Key West and beyond” post atwww.goodmorningkeywest.com.
    Starting mid-199
    9, I lived on the street and in other ways was homeless in Key West and elsewhere for several years.
    My views on homelessness are shaped by having been homeless.
    My legal views on homeless issues are shaped by having practiced law.
    My spiritual views on homelessness are shaped by having had Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek hard on my case for 27+ years.
    Jesus was homeless during the time of his ministry – the foxes have their dens, the birds have their nests, but the son of man has no place to lay down his head.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky If Jesus were to show up in Key West today, living as he did 2,000 or so years ago, he would be treated just like any other street person here is treated by city police and their bosses in city hall. He would not feel like he is part of Key West’s alleged “all people are created equal members of One Human Family”, which is the city’s official philosophy, adopted years ago by its city commission. He’d have about the same experience with most Christians in Key West, as he had with their counterparts in the Jewish community during his ministry in Palestine.
    It’s one thing to claim to be a Christian; it’s quite something else to follow Jesus.
    The six-sided star is Melchizedek’s symbol, actually. It’s very, very old.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky Abraham had some dealings with one Melchizedek in Genesis. The anonymous letter to the Hebrews in the New Testament makes somewhat more mention of Melchizedek, in which Order Jesus Christ is said to be High Priest..
    There are a number of Christian sec
    ts which claim to ordain human Melchizedek priests. Actually, the Melchizedek Order, that is, Melchizedek angels do the training and ordaining of their human priests. This training and ordination are suggested, but not explained, in the Letter to the Hebrews, in the New Testament.
    This was given to me from very far away in 1992, as I recall, after I was induced into a trance: “Melchizedek … Melchizedek is an order of Angel, which comes to a planet in trouble … Melchizedek comes to a planet to prepare it to receive the Christ … Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek … Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek …”

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  • Arthur Fischer How I agree with that brother.
  • Martin Richards Its most unfortunate and this goes against biblical teachings in Romans 12:10
  • Sloan Bashinsky Jesus was a bit more jolting about this in Matthew 25:
  • Angela J. Willard Perez Yes, eternal punishment is pretty jolting. Yet many do not know the word, even those who think they preach it.
  • Sloan Bashinsky “But when the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory. 32 Before him all the nations will be gathered, and he will separate them one from another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. 34 Then the King will tell those on his right hand, ‘Come, blessed of my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; 35 for I was hungry, and you gave me food to eat. I was thirsty, and you gave me drink. I was a stranger, and you took me in. 36 I was naked, and you clothed me. I was sick, and you visited me. I was in prison, and you came to me.’
    37 “Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry, and feed you; or thirsty, and give you a drink? 38 When did we see you as a stranger, and take you in; or naked, and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick, or in prison, and come to you?’
    40 “The King will answer them, ‘Most certainly I tell you, because you did it to one of the least of these my brothers , you did it to me.’ 41 Then he will say also to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire which is prepared for the devil and his angels; 42 for I was hungry, and you didn’t give me food to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me no drink; 43 I was a stranger, and you didn’t take me in; naked, and you didn’t clothe me; sick, and in prison, and you didn’t visit me.’
    44 “Then they will also answer, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and didn’t help you?’
    45 “Then he will answer them, saying, ‘Most certainly I tell you, because you didn’t do it to one of the least of these, you didn’t do it to me.’ 46 These will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”
  • Sloan Bashinsky Did Jesus really say this? According to Matthew, yes. Personally, and what I have been taught by Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek, eternal damnation in hell fire is over done in the New Testament; however, in the face off that passage, how can anyone claiming to be a Christian make it illegal and/or arrest someone for feeding homeless people?
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  • Sloan Bashinsky Personally, I’d like to see God do something which gets the undivided attention of those who pass laws against and arrest people for feeding homeless people. I imagine God, and Jesus, are pleased to see anyone feed the homeless, regardless of the feeder’s religious beliefs, or lack thereof. I am pretty sure homeless people appreciate being fed by anyone who wishes to feed them, regardless of the feeder’s religious beliefs, or lack thereof. I imagine, if it were looked into, in the main, if not all of the people in America, who pass laws against and arrest people for feeding homeless people, are Christians. I used to stand in a soup kitchen line in Key West, on Sundays, run by a local church, and hear people from that church tell us standing in line, if we accepted Jesus as Lord, we would stop being homeless. One day I retorted back loud and clear, “What’s wrong with being homeless? Jesus was homeless!” One of the ministers came over to me later, where I was eating and grateful for the meal, and asked why I had said Jesus was homeless? I said Jesus said so himself, in the Bible. Where in the Bible, the minister asked? The foxes have their dens and the birds have their nests, but the son of many has no place to lay down his head, I said, and asked the minister if he read his own Bible? The minister said that passage didn’t mean Jesus was homeless. I said that’s exactly what the passage means. The minister said, besides, Jesus had a home. Where was that, I asked? He could stay with his mother, in her home, the minister said. Where in the Bible does it say that, I asked? The minister said it again, Jesus could have stayed with his mother. I was tempted to say, but did not, that Jesus didn’t seem to care to be with his mother, in the Gospels. When he spoke to her, or of her, it was pejorative. Another time, later on, when we were told in that same soup kitchen line that we would not be homeless, if we accepted Jesus as Lord, I retorted back, loud and clear, “There has been enough of that! Every person in this line has accepted Jesus as Lord, some of them several times, and we are still homeless!” I don’t recall hearing again in that soup kitchen line that we would not be homeless, if we accepted Jesus. I imagine in God and Jesus’ eyes, we all are homeless.
  • Angela J. Willard Perez Well I totally understand what you are saying, Sloan. I am a follower of Yeshua (Jesus) -the Way, the Truth and the LIFE! I am an ordained minister who has been “kicked out” of churches here in Key West, but God always has my back, and yes I am currently homeless. But oh well, my Savior leads me to kind hearts and opens doors to where I can have a place to call “home” if even for a week or two. And I continue to work towards feeding the hungry here in Key West and abroad. Homelessness has opened my eyes to the needs of others, and I am so grateful for that. God knows best!
  • Sloan Bashinsky Did you have the good fortune to know St. Dorothy Sherman, who started the soup kitchen in Key West out of her own funds, and mothered and nurtured it for quite a while, before she went to her great reward? During Dorothy’s wake in St. Mary Star of the Sea Catholic church’s packed standing room only nave, not a dry eye in the place, on Valentine’s Day 2005, lay minister Peter Batty said Dorothy was a living saint, she was Key West’s Mother Teresa, and who among us would take her place? Dorothy, and her husband George, and their wonderful dog, whose name regrettably now escapes me, were my dear friends; and many, many other people’s dear friends. It’s been some years since I was homeless, but my funds are really low now, and if something doesn’t happen soon, like before the first of December, I will be homeless again, in Key West, or somewhere. At my age, 72, and physical health, that’s stretching me to even contemplate doing again. I actually did get kicked out of a church here in Key West, banned for life, by the Unitarian Universalist church. In a dream before I was expelled, the church leaders were compared to the Luftwaffe (the Nazis’ air force). I told them about the dream, and lots of other stuff they did not find universally acceptable . I was sent into a number of churches here, and elsewhere, where I was not kicked out, but I was not making people in those churches, and their ministers, feel like they had died and gone to heaven. I felt the palpable presence of Lucifer in those churches. St. Peter’s was not like that for me; maybe because I was raised Episcopalian, and by a black woman, an emanation of the Holy Spirit, who loved me as her own. I asked one minister up in north Georgia, who was a pretty good friend, where did he think the Devil would hide where nobody would ever think to look? The minister said he couldn’t think of where that might be. Maybe I told him, in a church; maybe I left him wondering still. I don’t recall now. When he said he wanted his church to be an Acts II church, I said, really? Weren’t those people communists? At least Peter’s community, in which all but two members, a husband and wife, had put everything they had into a common pot, and received back what they needed. The two, you know the story, who held back a part of what they had, but said they had put all they had into the common pot, were confronted by Peter, one at a time, and after they confessed, Peter said he was sorry, and they both died and their bodies were carted off. When a fellow friend down here not all that long ago told me only born-again Christians are saved and die and go to heaven, and all others go to the other place and burn there forever, I said, well, was he born-again like Peter was born-again? Well, probably not. I said, well, that’s what Jesus meant by being born-again in the spirit, what was going to happen to Peter, which was, yep, the baptism in fire and spirit Jesus lived and dished out, and then the Holy Spirit took over and took Peter for another ride, and eventually, he was born again and useful to God. Perhaps you’d like to get together, break bread somewhere? If you have access to a telephone, my cell (and only number) is 305-407-4285.
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  • Angela J. Willard Perez Thank you Sloan, we will talk.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Thank you for starting this FB thread. I used it today, up to your comment this morning, in today’s “criminalizing feeding homeless people and other Jupiter in the living room sightings and crash-landings in Key West and beyond” post at www.goodmoringkeywest.com. That website went online in July 2007, and the 2665 posts there somewhat chronicle what I was given to engage after I came into an inheritance Valentine’s day 2006 and was no longer homeless. In some ways it got easier, in other ways, internally mostly, it got more difficult. Thenwww.goodmorningfloridakeys.com came on line later in 2007, and a few years laterwww.goodmorningbirimingham.com – I was born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama. I belong to no religion; was taken past that by Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek. It was heaps of fun. Changed how I thought about just about everything.
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  • Angela J. Willard Perez Even Jesus was not religious and neither should we be, unless of course it true religion! James 1:27
  • Sloan Bashinsky James 1:27English Standard Version (ESV)
    27 Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.
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  • Sloan Bashinsky What I liked of James’ testimony was his saying don’t ask him about his faith, but look to his works and see his faith. I imagine no two people have the same precise calling; I don’t know anyone who was shanghaied into what I was taken into, although a woman I was with for a while got a pretty big dose of it for a while. Looks to me having the direct experience ongoing, like Peter apparently had, and Paul, and others, is beyond religion. Looks to me, religion is a human creation. As you said, Jesus was not religious. He was in direct contact; what did he need religion for?
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  • Angela J. Willard Perez It’s God’s desire that we are all in direct contact with Him
  • Sloan Bashinsky If that is true, why come direct contact isn’t being experienced by every person on this planet? Or maybe it is, and most people don’t recognize it; or they recognize it, and don’t like what God has to say. I think maybe God is a bit too occupied with the unfathomable vastness of the Creation to personally dial up any person living on his molecule, or perhaps only an electron, or proton, or neutron in the heavens. But I personally have witnessed and experienced angels of the Lord having direct contact with human beings, including me. And I often ask the angel bosses of me why come they don’t relate to every person much as they relate to me? And I just as often tell the bosses of me this would be a very different world, if that were happening. People would be thinking and talking and behaving very differently. And I also say, but then, maybe if everyone was having direct contact, then all but maybe 5,000 people would die, either by their own hand, or at the hand of other people being driven just as insane by no longer being in charge of anything, except how they respond to no longer being in charge of anything. Saying it another way, I imagine universal application on this speck of dust in the heavens of not my will, but God’s will be done, would change humanity completely. I still wonder, if people were made in God’s image, male and female alike were they made, how God turned out to be him?
  • Sloan Bashinsky “It is the glory of God to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings.” The angels bossing me around never said why everyone doesn’t experience direct contact, but they did say in the Christian Trinity, the Holy Spirit is the female side of God, the Divine Feminine. Many, many times they have said that. Made sense to me; otherwise, how could people be made in God’s image, male and female alike were they made? And, how could they reproduce, people and God, if they were not male and female? As above, so below, as below, so above.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Were there any queens in Proverbs? I saw somewhere in the Old Testament that Wisdom was assigned the female gender, and Shekina, the spirit of God, in the Hebrew cosmology, is female gender. For some time now, I have been of the view that Christendom, and humanity, need massive injections of estrogen .
  • Angela J. Willard Perez The bible answers questions better than I. I’m sure we have way more that will be answered when we see Him face to face.

    Galatians 3:28

    “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”
  • Sloan Bashinsky Well, shucks, Angela – if Paul really meant that, why’d he write in Ephesians: ” Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 23For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body. 24But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything.…” Is there any place in Paul’s writings where he said he ever was married and had children? Me, I like pondering what Jesus said about Jesus and how to live, since he is the horse’s mouth in the Gospels. I like pondering why he asked a woman, who happened to be his wife, but you will never get Christendom to admit it, to go from the tomb to the male disciples, who were hiding out somewhere, bravehearts that they were, and tell them she had seen Jesus and he had sent her to tell them he would be with them soon; and dear Peter was sort of upset about that; a woman being sent to them with the good news, the gospel. On Tortola, Easter Sunday, 1996, in the Anglican church in Old Town, I heard a black British-trained Anglican priest ask, if that was not an ordination of a female minister of the gospel, then what was it? I nearly fell out of my pew, I had been asking the same question for years.The pesky bosses of me told me, and others, that Paul’s thorn in the flesh, which he asked God to remove, but God would not remove it, was he was homosexual, and he dealt with it by being celibate, which seriously influenced his advising some of his followers to be like him, celibate; and his telling some of his followers that Christ’s return was imminent, and so there was no point in having sex and making babies. If that advice had been followed in Christendom, it would have died out in 2-3 generations. I do not see, Angela, anything in your writings of you having direct experiences. You seem to rely entirely on Bible passages.

Angela knows heaps more about the particulars of the Bible than I ever will know in this life. Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek know heaps more than is in the Bible.

The Gospel of John begins, “In the beginning was the Word, and Word was with God, and the Word was God.” That was said of Jesus, by that author. That was not said of the Bible, by that author. The Bible came into existence several hundred years after Jesus’ ministry in Palestine.

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In the early 1990s, an American woman named Marlo Morgan published Mutant Message Down Under,

Australian aborigine

about her unexpected life-changing experiences with the real people, an Australian aborigine tribe still living in the old ways. The real people told Morgan they liked and respected Jesus, who came to this world to help the mutants, like Marlo, but they, being real people, did not need his help.

The angels running me ragged seemed to really like Mutant Message Down Under, to the extent they sent me to Australia in November 1995, to meet two members of that tribe, who came to me out of dream time, when I was awake, so to speak, and introduced themselves. We had a short visit, in which they told me I had nothing they needed, they were real people. They said they came to welcome me into their tribe, I wept a bit, and they went back into dream time. Then, I was sent back to America, to see if I could be a real person living in civilization, which the real people had told Marlo Morgan they were not able to do. That was why they lived in the wild: they preferred being real people.

When white people brought their ways and beliefs to Australia, the aborigines viewed dream time as the real time, and waking time as a shadow of dream time. Aborigines traveled freely between dream time and shadow time. They were telepathic and did not need to speak to be heard. They could speak to each other over very long distances. Among them there were no secrets, because they all knew what each other were thinking. That was in keeping with the angels telling me in maybe 1993, “There are no fig leaves in Paradise, nor any secrets.”

Adding further to the criminalizing feeding the homeless Facebook thread

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started by Angela J. Willard Perez , which was included in yesterday’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com: 

FACEBOOK FEEDBACK: A 90-year-old man and two ministers were arrested after feeding the homeless in public in Ft. Lauderdale.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Ft. Lauderdale officials are sticking to their guns about a new ordinance that outlaws people from feeding the needy in public.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>What do you think? Should SWFL follow suit? Watch Rising to find out more and chime in here.

FACEBOOK FEEDBACK: A 90-year-old man and two ministers were arrested after feeding the homeless in public in Ft. Lauderdale.

Ft. Lauderdale officials are sticking to their guns about a new ordinance that outlaws people from feeding the needy in public.

  • Angela J. Willard Perez God bless you Sloan.
  • Sloan Bashinsky God bless you, too, Angela.
  • Sloan Bashinsky The angels are working me really hard, I suppose that’s a blessing, but this fellow kinda reminds me of how it feels a great deal of the time

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
  • Sloan Bashinsky A friend living on Cudjoe Key called yesterday evening, haven’t seen or spoken to her in a good while, wanting to try to get together last night and see a movie, maybe after dinner, but I got the call too late. She said maybe today; her son, now with a driver’s license, might be down here playing music – that’s something, and acting, it seems is his natural gifts, and he feels called to be a minister and seems to have the passion and caring for it, although his inclination for some time is church-related. He plays music in church bands. My friend said maybe we could hear him play, if he’s playing today down here today. I said not if he’s playing in a church; I just can’t do that anymore, not voluntarily. She said, no, not in a church, she would never go to a church with me again, it was too embarrassing in the past. I said, well, it was she who asked me to go to those churches, which I didn’t want to go to and told her so, but she kept asking me to go, so I went … I told her son he needs to be very careful about what goes on in churches, when he walked into the middle of a conversation his mom and I were having about the last church I went to, which she had asked me to visit, she was sure I really would like it. What happened, as with prior times, was something not in the least pretty while I was there, and then I was put to write about it atgoodmorningkeywest.com. I kept telling her the angels showed me what they wanted me to see about churches she wanted me to like, not what she wanted me to see at those churches. She’s pretty spirit-gifted, but right now seems covered up with just trying to get by, be a mom, pay the bills. She has had some really big dreams about various things, and one poem I will share in this thread, if I can find it, which burst out of her and she sent it to me and I published it.

    God’s poet

    jesus-in-the-temple_thumbnail.jpgTIME TO CHOOSE

    I cry out from my within my soul, a place filled with such grief that only
    my subconscious ventures there
    Out of fear of never returning from the guttural screams and wails, I
    awake only to find the world to which I am returning, the war that is not
    finished…..

    The principalities, the powers, the unseen,
    Einstein measured math and explained the unexplainable.
    There is no formula for this world though, the war between good and evil.
    It was attempted , the explanation many and many times in the past
    with the Koran, the Bible, the tribal languages.
    In writings and in generations passed down time and again.
    The invisible weapons.

    The Indians trying to explain a gun to the village.
    No comprehension, no words to describe the terror of it.
    The tribe saw his fear as he explained in terrifying images,
    the death of his friend and brother.
    The village looked on. Was he crazy? He tried so to convince them.
    He warned them.
    He knew the weapons would come on the shoulders of the evil warriors.
    Calling for the heads of the Indians on a platter,
    like John the Baptist, delivered.
    Where were the laws of the U.S. then? Where were the Courts?
    What was the difference? They called for the heads to be delivered on
    platters.
    They still do.

    The principalities, the powers of darkness, calls for heads everyday.
    And unknowingly you choose your side.
    When the Indians, the homeless, the children are not worth standing and
    fighting for, you have become a tool of darkness, watching the deliverance
    of the Saints.
    “Don’t be surprised when they hate you”, said Jesus, “for they hated me
    first without a cause.”
    But that is terrifying. Who wants to be hated?
    We run a popularity contest in the U.S.
    We can’t win, can’t succeed without our friends. Then what would be the
    measure of our worth?
    Jesus said his saints would be like the salt of the earth scattered abroad.
    Some have lost their savor. How many are left?
    Few, outnumbered, holding the ground, fighting the wars of the unseen.
    And the village hears of the weapons and can’t imagine, so they prepare not.
    How do you prepare for the unbelievable?
    “Only with God, the armor of the Lord, and the Holy Spirit”, says Jesus.
    But these words are pungent in the ears of the Christians, the civilized.
    “No heads are called for”, they say. Yet they are, by Satan everyday.
    And the idle stand by and do nothing as the saints are delivered,
    And the idle claim innocence of the blood of it all,
    because they carried not the gun to slaughter the Indians, the Jews, the
    homeless, the children, the Saints.

    But I tell you truth, idle ones, you are guilty!
    You chose not to engage in the battle and the battle engaged you,
    knowingly or not.
    When you said, “No”, to the chosen, you said, “Yes” to Satan.
    You said, “Yes, Satan carry on and deliver him on the platter, but I want
    no part of it.”
    You watched the slaughter but raised not a word in protest.
    Fear of losing the popular friends, fear of becoming the salt of the earth
    scattered about and preyed on by Satan and his devouring angels.
    Why would Satan destroy one of his own? Of course not.
    He would not target the idle, who allow him to deliver the heads on the
    platters.
    The ones he despises are the workers of God, the salt of the earth.
    Where is their army, where is their law?
    We believe we live by rules. We live by rules other than those we see.
    The rules were written, they tell us the price.
    They are written in the Bible, in the Holy books of old.
    We read with our lips and see with our eyes but believe not in our heart.
    Or we would become the salt, the persecuted, sawn asunder, living in
    caves, destitute, beheaded, tortured in prison and so the Book goes.
    And so the sale is void. There are no takers.
    They want none of the hardships of the Lord elect.
    Those promised, those delivered.
    The idle fall by the wayside, planted shallow, planted on rocks,
    Yielding nothing but thorns.
    And Jesus says, “It is hard to kick against the pricks.”
    The pricks of the fallen, the fence walkers, they will not choose a side.
    The side is too torturous that bears the eternal promise.
    The other side, Satan’s side, is full of success, victory in this world,
    and awards and accolades.

    The elect sleep without a home, without a country, alone with our wounds
    with only God to comfort us.
    Speaking to the unseen as our only friend.
    “Too hard” the idle say. “Not appealing.”
    Then go and take your reward. Sit alongside as they deliver the heads on
    platters,
    And know…. you will have your reward! For it is written.
    It can’t be seen, but it is explained in the Book, the Bible;
    You have chosen even if you refuse to.
    You have chosen if you are not engaged.
    You are not the salt of the earth if you are comforted, and popular.
    No words of Jesus offered prosperity.
    No words of Jesus have offered rewards here on earth.
    Jesus spoke of trials and tribulations, and persecutions on earth.
    Only above from the Father in a world yet to be seen, will our efforts be
    rewarded.

    In a world Einstein could not explain.
    In a world where the formulas work, but no man can figure them out.
    In a world too grand.
    “Do you understand how I hung the moon and the stars?”, said God.
    “Then how can you understand things greater?
    They only heard from the Indian, who had seen the gun.
    They didn’t recognize the evil ones who carried it.
    Nor did they know when the evil ones would come,
    or how many there would be.
    But the heads have been called for and surely they will be delivered,
    as always.
    And the platters with the blood will be full,
    And your hands will not be clean if you sit idly by,
    And you will be rewarded with your portion for the killing.
    It is written.

    Sandy Downs, Cudjoe Key

    Sandy Downs

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  • Sloan Bashinsky The way I came to meet Sandy was a most interesting demonstration of how the angels do me. I was living on Little Torch Key in 2006, and was in the habit of stopping at bus stops on US 1 and offering people waiting on a bus a ride down to Key West, or how far they were going. I met a lot of interesting people doing that. And coming back from Key West, too. Well, one day headed down to KW, I passed a bus stop on Cudjoe Key, where there were maybe 5 younger people, maybe early 20s. For some reason,I drove on past, and right away a really weird unpleasant painful toxic sensation started in the left side of my neck, and the sensation went up into the left side of my brain and left eye, and down my left side into my left testicle. I’d had that happen before, many times, in 2004, but back then it was far more disabling and quite terrifying – the angels were then trying to have me be Mary Poppins all the time, it seemed, and I wasn’t in the mood, given the nature of what I was being given to engage, and I was living in a tent in the wetlands in Key West, and I had MRSA, and I was lonely and heartbroken over a lady, and it was rather horrible to say it in the kindest way. So every time I engaged something the angels gave me to engage, like I was from Mars, instead of from Venus, the angels zapped me in my entire left side, all the way down to my left foot, and I’d be a day recovering and the recovery time was really awful. The left side was the female side, the message was crystal clear, I was being clobbered in my female every time I engaged something like I was from Mars. But this time in 2006, on US 1, the sensation was not so bad as all of that that. But it did not let up as I kept driving down US 1, so just naturally it occurred to me that maybe I should have stopped and asked those kids if they wanted a ride, so I slowed down to a crawl and did a U-turn and headed back toward the bus stop, as an experiment, as much as anything else, to see what would happen about the bad sensations in the left side of my body. When I reached the bus stop, the bad sensations were just about gone bye bye. I slowed, did another U-turn, asked them if they wanted a ride to Key West. Hell, yeah, thank you! So they all piled in; I had an SUV, plenty of room. So we get to talking about this and that, and I say I just finished running for the county commission, and my campaign mantra was, “No more new development in the Keys, they already way over -developed, and nobody living her can look in a mirror and argue otherwise.” I tell them what happened which caused me to turn around and pick them up. Wow, far out, right on! They ask if I know Sandy Downs? I say no. Well, they work for her tree care company, and they think she and I will really like knowing each other. I ask if they like to read? Yes. In the car, I had copies of my latest just-published novel, HEAVY WAIT – A Strange Tale, which the angels ran through me back in 2001, out of the blue, which is about and man and a woman, who didn’t know each other, being introduced by angels, and then being taken over being healed and then being run by those angels, but no mention is made of angels in the novel – it was just something a whole lot bigger than the man and the woman. Would they like copies to read, I asked the kids, without telling them what the novel was about, other than it was far out? Sure, they say. So, when we stop at where I’m headed to in KW, I pass out copies, and one for Sandy and I say it will tell her a lot about the author. They say they will give it to her and tell her they met me. So, time passes. I keep hearing about Sandy from time to time, but I am not able to locate her. Now I’m living in Key West. Out of the blue, either I get an email or a phone call from Sandy. She’s been looking all for me since her tree workers told her about me giving them a ride and the novel, which she read and loved and gave it to her father in Indiana and he read and loved it. And she was reading my writings, which were being published on bigpinekey.com‘s popular telegraph. That was before I had a website, but now I have my own website, which is being linked to the Coconut Telegraph daily by the owner of that website, who built my website. How can we meet, Sandy asks? I suggest lunch at Coco’s (now closed) on Cudjoe Key. We meet there, she bends my ear for 2 hours about all sorts of Keys political and related scuttlebutt intrigue, mostly nasty, going on in her life, mostly. I ask her why I’m hearing all of that? The angels must have howled bent over double laughing. More time passed. I saw very well why I had heard all of that, because I was gotten up to my eyeballs in all of it. But that’s another story. Last fall, Sandy told me I needed to meet Jerry Weinstock, a local medical doctor, actually, a psychiatrist, who was very invested in stopping further destruction of the Florida Keys, the ocean, the sea creatures and Mother Nature. But that’s another story, Jerry and me, often covered in posts atgoodmorningkeywest.com.

    Thursday, November 6, 2014 Since 2002. Anonymous Letters to the Editor with pictures. Published Monday…
    BIGPINEKEY.COM
  • Arthur Fischer I live in Palm Bay, Fl. There is a soup kitchen on Friday’s where they feed whoever comes, homeless or not, plus they get to take produce when they leave. Amazing that in one part of this Sate a man gets arrested for feeding these people, why so drastic?
  • Sloan Bashinsky Father Stephen Braddock, who heads up Florida Keys Outreach Coalition in Key West, a structured residence shelter program, which gives down and out people a chance to turn their lives around, send me this below today:
  • Two Pastors and 90-Year-Old Charged for Feeding Homeless
    nbcnews.to

    Three people were charged for feeding homeless Sunday in Fort Lauderdale under an ordinance that virtually bans private groups from handing out food.

  • Sloan Bashinsky Arthur, Key West has a soup kitchen which feeds daily. Attempts have been made to shut it down under the theory feeding homeless people “enables” them to remain homeless. The soup kitchen has said no way it’s going to stop feeding homeless people. So far, the Key West city government has sided with the soup kitchen. Arthur, I’ve been involved in homeless issues since 2000, when I started living on the street because I ran out of money. The mood toward homeless people has grown increasingly harsher since then, 9/11 racheted up the mood, but it was growing harsher in all events. There appears to be no changing people who hate or just want homeless people to go somewhere else. It will take acts of God to change such people, just as it will take acts of God to change most street people. 90 percent are addicts. A large percentage of them are mentally ill. They do not change, if they are addicts and keep using. There is no cure for mental illness, sometimes meds help, but meds tend to have have horrible side effects, which cause resistance to meds – I know this from personal experience and having known many people on meds. Fortunately, there are people who are doing what they can to help homeless people, if only to feed them, provide clothing, shoes, blankets, used bicycles, medical treatment, friendship, counseling when requested. I hate saying, people who arrest people for feeding homeless people are doing evil, but that’s how I see it, and in some of those cases, it looks worse than that, to me; it looks to me they are demonically possessed; they really are close to Auschwitz.
  • Francisca Shikanda Someone please tell me. What is a soup kitchen?
  • Sloan Bashinsky A soup kitchen serves free meals to poor people. It is a generic term, soup kitchen. Mother Teresa had a very big soup kitchen program in Calcutta, India, for example. I read once, when some of Mother Teresa’s followers said they should actively try to raise money for their soup kitchens, she told them, “If we do God’s work, God will provide the money.” Back to people who won’t let other people feed homeless people, it seems to be something only I have raised in this FB thread, those people who are stopping it, who are passing laws against it, who are having people arrested for feeding homeless people, who are arresting and jailing people for feeding homeless people, are Christians. Mother Teresa, were she here today, would give then hell about that. Their karma, as I first said when I entered this FB thread, is baaaaaaaad. Being Christian will not save them from their karma. For they are trampling Jesus. They are denying him. They are crucifying him. They do not know him. But just as bad, in my opinion, are Christians who, as I have described in this FB thread, run a soup kitchen, and before feeding homeless people, make them stand in line, hungry, hearing sermons, and worse, being told, if they accepted Jesus as Lord, they would stop being homeless. My friend Sandy Downs, mentioned yesterday in this FB thread, and her family, used to volunteer in a soup kitchen operated by a church here in Key West, which fed homeless people on Sunday, and often on Thursday, in a public park here. I did not know Sandy then, but she told me maybe two years ago that she first met me in that soup kitchen line, after I had raised hell about them telling hungry homeless people they would not be homeless, if they accepted Jesus. I said there would be no more of that; everyone in this line waiting to be fed has accepted Jesus, some many times, and we are homeless. Sandy said, after being served my meal, I came to her off to the side and told her she and her family should get away from that church, there was something really wrong in it. After we got to know each other years later, she kept trying to get me to give that church another chance, and I would tell her stories about other things I’d seen happen in that church, away from the soup kitchen line, in church services, which were not pretty. Such as the minister of the church, the head minister, telling his congregation they were the choicest, of the choicest of the chosen. Such as that minister’s wife hating homeless people and always trying to get him to close the soup kitchen, which, to his credit, he did not do; but she kept after him, making his life miserable, and finally he resigned from that church. The new pastor who took his place was really charismatic.This is a Pentecostal church. He was supposed to resume the soup kitchen, that was clear as a bell, but he did not. Another friend of mine here lobbied me to meet this new minister, which I did over lunch, the three of us. He was hearing from angels, but he was very entrenched in church, too – like he could not live without it; like it was God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I liked the man, and I attended a service, and his sermon lasted forever it seemed, it was a theatrical production, entitled, “Is the Bible insufficient?” He said yes, because people read the Bible and did not live by it. That part was okay, except I wondered why he wasn’t telling his flock they should be hearing directly from God, and then they would not even need the Bible. But it was the theater that was wearing me out, and he had passed the collection plate before he gave the sermon, when the congregation was still high from the opening half hour of singing and feeling what they believed was the Holy Spirit. I really wanted to get up and leave during the sermon, I was starting to feel awful from what I was absorbing from the spirit in that church and the minister, but I knew, unlike the other times in that church, when I had gotten up and left, I knew I had to ride this service to the end, which I did. I reviewed the service and the minister in my post the next day at www.goodmorningkeywest.com – it was not a rave review; I gave the minister credit where it was due, and suggested places for improvement. Most of all, I said he really needed to resume the soup kitchen. My friend, who had put me up to all of it, not having a clue what was probably going to happen, said that was interesting, that they should resume the soup kitchen. He thought it would happen. A year now has passed. It has not happened. Jesus was hungry, and they fed him not. Jesus still is hungry, and they still feed him not. Who is in the more precarious position? Christians who arrest Christians for feeding the homeless, or Christians who were given a soup kitchen to run, by God, and closed the soup kitchen, and when told to reopen it, they did not reopen it? I never was able to get Sandy to see what I could not avoid seeing in that church.

Sloan at Smathers Beach
Sloan Bashinsky
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