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Today is December 17, 2014. I was “nudged” in dreams and other ways, and by dreams and visions of a younger woman named Brenda, who lives in Gainesville, Georgia, to publish today what follows.

In the fall of 2013, through a mutual lower Florida Keys friend, I met Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, life-long Mother Nature lover and activist. Now retired, for several decades Jerry had a full private practice and was the local school board’s psychiatrist. I somewhat got to know Jerry and his wife, Donna, socially. Mostly, though, I have gotten to know Jerry via many emails between us, maybe 200 each, mostly regarding environmental and political issues in Key West and the lower Florida Keys. Probably 95 percent of those email exchanges were published in posts at www.goodmorningkeywest.com.

The following emails stem from my having approached my deceased father’s lawyer, and his widow, in November of this year, about my receiving a partial advance, $500,000, of my 2nd and final $1,000,000 inheritance under my father’s last will and testament, which request was turned down, all as reported by me in prior posts at this website, www.goodmorningbirmingham.com.

I wrote to Jerry Weinstock on December 10, 2014:

My friend Brenda up in north Georgia called his morning, said she felt like she was having both a heart attack and a stroke in the right side of her head, she was shaking bad, and was at the home of my father’s widow, in Birmingham, which once was my father and mother’s home. Brenda has lots of visions.

I reminded Brenda of a dream she’d had maybe five days ago, in which two black women told Brenda my stepmother was going to have a heart attack, and would she (Brenda) help them? Brenda said the two black women were wearing dresses, not uniforms, and maybe were working at my stepmother’s home – she does have people working for her, to help her; she has Parkinson’s. Before her hair went grey, she was blondish.

And I reminded Brenda of second dream came a couple of days later, in which she was told my stepmother was having a change of heart, and I said, well, maybe that’s what heart attack meant.

I told Brenda what she was feeling in her heart and the right side of her head was the progression from those two dreams. Brenda said the right side of the brain is the woman side, the part that lets a person hear from God. I said that is correct, and he left side of the brain, the man side, deals with this world and does not hear from God. Otherwise, the right side of the body is the man side and the left side is the woman side.

I asked Brenda how her heart and head were feeling?, and she said the pain was easing.

I called Brenda back. She said she was still hurting, but not nearly like when she had earlier called me. And right after we had talked, an ambulance came and got my stepmother and took her away. Brenda said, after that she no longer was at my stepmother’s house, and she was not there while we were talking on the telephone the second time.

I said what she saw could mean my stepmother actually did have a heart attack and/or a stroke, and an ambulance really did come and take her to a hospital, and she may die and in that way give me an advance against my inheritance, since I receive the inheritance upon her death.

Or, my stepmother may connect the dots and see what’s happening to her is about the request I made for an advance of my inheritance, and she may “have a change of heart”, Brenda completed my sentence, and I said, yes.

Or, I said, it might be a spirit dream altogether, and a spirit ambulance that took my stepmother away to a spirit hospital, where she may have a change or heart in much the same way. Or she may not, and if she doesn’t, maybe she dies physically. Or maybe she dies spiritually.

I told Brenda those were the ways I was trained to view that vision and what she felt physically. She said she was looking at all of that about the same way, although she seemed to me to be leaning hard toward my stepmother having a physical heart attack, which is Brenda’s tendency: to view dreams literally, which sometimes is correct, but often is not.

An empath, Brenda is always picking up on what is going on in other people, to the point she doesn’t like being around other people for very long, because what she picks up makes her feel bad, ache, and sometimes she doesn’t tell them, and sometimes she does. When she does tell them, the response is varied, sometimes okay, sometimes not. My 6th wife was like that; she leveled people, at times, by saying what she was picking up in them. By then, she was an adept star, or spirit, shaman.

Brenda is that kind of shaman, in training, and she is having a rough time thinking she is participating in putting my stepmother through such a trial, and that’s understandable, but shamans are given things to do, which defy human thinking and ways, such as the information my 6th wife and I were given on Mauritius, as described in today’s post: that Jesus’s mother had sexually molested him when he was young.

We received that information to unblock the spirit, where that knowledge and event had festered since the incest had occurred. We were spirit shamans operating in tandem on this world. Everywhere we went on that trip, we were doing planetary spirit work, some of which was visible to us, some of which was beyond our comprehension and seeing.

That aside, Brenda is the reason I made the request for an advance against my inheritance, because I had supported her financially since 2005, gave her around $300,000 over those years, and if that had not happened, I’d have that money now. So it’s appropriate that she be the one doing this with my stepmother, and not me.

However, it should have come to this point months ago, because Brenda was told in a dream last June, that I was supposed to ask my stepmother for an advance against my inheritance, but Brenda decided not to tell me about that dream. She waited until I was almost out of money, in latter October, to tell me. I let her have it, because (a) I wanted nothing to do with it, and (b) I knew it would take a while to deal with, and my learning of it at the eleventh hour was a really bad idea.

I then sweated blood. I flat didn’t want to do it, but my dreams prodded me on, and finally I wrote a draft of an email to my father’s lawyer, but did not send it, because I wasn’t sure it was worded okay. My father came to me in a dream and said I would lose, because I had balked, and I replied, if I lose, he loses, for this was his mess I was trying to clean up.

There had been many messes involving his second wife, going back to shortly after they got married and I was his best man, which relegated me to being the happy camper assigned to intervene in those messes, some of which emotionally and morally rivaled the wonderful Snopes family in William Faulkner’s Mississippi novels. Except she was a pious Christian,and the Snopes didn’t pretend to be pious.

So, I went back to work on the email to my father’s lawyer. I put some meat into it, and I sent it. That night, as I recall, my father came to Brenda in a dream and told her he was going to see to it that his widow gave me the advance.

Then, Brenda had a string of dreams indicating it was going to work out okay, but perhaps not exactly as I had requested in the first email to my father’s lawyer. I, too, had dreams which left me thinking it might go in that direction, but I took, and am still taking, a wait and see approach.

I suppose my Christian stepmother deserves as many chances as possible to change her thinking and ways, and perhaps that is why it has come to this.

Left up to me, I would leave Brenda and the angels to fend for Brenda, and my stepmother where she was before I wrote the first time requesting an advance of my inheritance. I would do what I could to get by on my social security retirement benefits, which would be really thin, but doable, without my going homeless again, as things turned out between me and my landlady, so far.

I’d have to sell my car, of course. Could not afford and really don’t need a car in Key West.

Perhaps a way for me to make money would show up. Perhaps not.

It’s all part of the existential (experiential) gestalt, which is my truly weird life.

Grace under fire, maybe Ernest Hemingway would appreciate. But maybe not, given his adamant insistence there was no symbolism in THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA. Nor, probably, in anything else he wrote. As if the left side of his brain was his entire universe. It was the right side of his brain, though, which brought his novels to life.

I’m an old man, surrounded by the same sea, in a city where Hemingway lived a while and wrote some of his best work and fished; I’m doing a lot of fishing, on the brink of poverty.

I still don’t know how I fell on my head three weeks ago and injured a part of my brain. Maybe I injured the part that remembers what I did :-). Maybe I’ll have a dream that remembers it for me.

It’s later.

Before lying down to take another nap, I pondered what happened three weeks ago, which caused me to fall on my head and injure part of my brain? For the life of me, I could not think if what it might be.

I looked back through my email account, and three weeks ago, I responded to an email blast from a local fellow, who holds himself out as a religious/spiritual expert, and a scientist smarter than everyone else. I responded to his email. Which led to further emails back and forth between me, which went like his and my quite a few previous conversations by email, and before that, face to face.

Two ships passing perhaps most kindly describes it. I told him almost at the very beginning, when he first approached me face to face, that his feminine was shut down, his right brain function was not working, and we would never gee and haw, and he would never know God directly, but only through theological intellectual pursuit. Nothing changes from then.

I wished after I responded to his most recent email blast, that I had left it alone, and I kept wishing that as we continued out discussion. Perhaps that was how I fell on my head and injured my brain, because I well know there is no way to come to common ground with him. Perhaps I need to keep that in mind, in whatever happens, or doesn’t happen, with my stepmother and the men my father left behind to tend to his affairs, all of whom are Christians.

God loves Christians, too. That’s just how God is. Fortunately.

I laid down for the second nap and had a dream having to do with 2016. On waking, I figured I was right about the injury to my brain being the email discussion with the fellow described above, because the angels left that alone in the nap, which tends to be their way of saying I figured something out after they had put me onto it vaguely. And I was to look ahead.

So, now remains, how it goes in Birmingham, and everywhere else I am involved. Perhaps I will be around in 2016. That might or might not please everyone I know. That’s the next major election year. That does not please me.

Sloan

I wrote to Jerry the next day:

The thing going on in Birmingham, and Brenda’s and my dreams, interests me, in my wondering how it’s going to turn out? Will it be like when my brother went missing in 2010, and I was publishing the angels were telling me it was suicide made to look like murder, before anyone knew he was dead? – he then was still only missing. And then his body was found, and later the local medical examiner and the detective assigned to the case both ruled it was suicide made to look like murder. Or will the thing now unfolding in Birmingham remain like is was before I was gotten involved? Time will tell.

After earlier writing to you, I recalled that, after a few face to face conversations with the religious scientist, I finally told him it hurt my brain to talk with him, and it wasn’t long after that I told him I saw no point in us talking further, and that was the end of it face to face. Circumstances brought him back around later, and there were sporadic rounds of emails, and a few times over lunch with other people, when he would attempt to take over the affair with his views and mind exercises. He’s brilliant, for sure. Probably has a monster IQ. But it didn’t do anything for me.

I also considered that I need to watch myself in your and my conversations, given my history with psychiatry. I confess to hoping to see psychiatry, as well as science, law and religion, exist peacefully with and in working harmony with shamans, even though I know that probably isn’t likely, and even though shamans know shamans are what hold it all together for the rest of the people, and without shamans it would be more bizarre than it is now.

Indigenous tribes knew this, and that they needed a shaman, and a shaman in training to take their shaman’s place. Many indigenous people still know it, but many have adopted civilized ways and thinking, and the shamans are less influential, but they are still around for now. Perhaps some day they will become extinct, and then it might get really wild. It might get really wild anyway, given humanity’s inability to learn from the past. Perhaps it is fitting that shamans become extinct on this world; perhaps shamans did not do enough. Perhaps too many of them went over to the dark side, or became capitalists, or whatever.

Sloan

I wrote to Jerry, responding to his writing to me that that existentialism is the true path:

I agree, existentialism beats any alternatives I have seen. However, my peculiar existential situation drags in realms and beings which are not human and are as real as the people I know, if not more real. It is given to me to tell lots of stories about my experiences with those realms and beings, because they are part of the mix, and because there are many people on this planet, billions I imagine, who either are having their own beyond human existential experiences, or will have those experiences, or consciously or unconsciously yearn to have those experiences.

I feel today is too soon to publish what I shared with you about what is going on with Brenda and me and Birmingham. But it’s written down now, awaiting further developments.

Later,

Sloan

I wrote to Jerry:

Continuing the still hidden from plain view Brenda-Sloan-Birmingham triangle adventure …

Brenda called this morning to report two dreams last night.

In the first dream, she tells someone her fingers are itching, which means money is headed her way.

In the second dream, a woman tells Brenda, “He (Sloan) would have given it (all that money) to someone else, if he had not given it to you.”

I laughed, said, not a chance.

Brenda said she still wishes she had never let me give her any money, and she still wishes she had never met me.

I reminded her of what I told her the day we met. She said, yeah, she remembered, she would end up wishing she never met me.

All of what I told her was, if she and I started having dealings with each other, she would end up wishing she never met me.

How we bumped into each other that February 2005 day in Gainesville, Georgia, after I had been sent, via dream orders, on grey dog by the angels on a fools errand, because I’d had two beers at the Green Parrot, to Kansas City, to have fun a couple of days and nights in a homeless shelter run by religious people, is the kindest description I can provide right for them right now, and then, by dream lady travel agents, I was grey dog routed back east, perhaps just before the religious folks had me put away for their own good, but when the grey dog reached Atlanta, I was told in ways I can’t explain, it was just something I knew I was to do, to grey dog up to Gainesville, en route to Helen, but grey dog doesn’t go to Helen and I would have needed a friend to come get me and take me there, and the two friends weren’t available, when I called them on my cell phone, which remarkably still had a charge in the battery, so I asked the grey dog lady clerk when the next bus left for Atlanta?, and she said about 6 hours, and I said can she call me a taxi?, and she said sure, and she did, and the same yellow cab came, which I had seen leaving just as I got off the grey dog, and in that taxi was, yep, Brenda, who said, yes, she could drive me to the Atlanta grey dog station, and I asked if she was the kind of person who had experiences not about this world?, and she said she was that kind of person, and during the ride down to Atlanta was when I told her how she would end up feeling about me, if we ever resumed our conversation, and when we reached Atlanta grey dog station, I told her goodbye and went inside and was told a bus for Jacksonville was boarding right then and to get on it, and I called Brenda and told her that, and when I was sent back to Helen for that summer, I called Brenda, and this led to that, and here we are, despite the statistical and the Las Vegas odds of it happening being zero minus, but the odds were 100 percent nonetheless.

Long as that sentence is, if it actually is a sentence, probably debatable, which would really irk Ernest Hemingway, it’s still a minnow compared to two-page-long William Faulkner sentences, which, either Faulkner’s sentences, or Faulkner himself, or both, irked Hemingway, who seemed to resent some people maybe thought Faulkner was the better novelist. I thought Hemingway was the better, maybe because I liked fishing, hunting, drinking, women and trying to be a he-man. His novel’s endings, however, were seriously depressing.

And, what Brenda was told probably was true. If not Brenda, the angels would have roped somebody else in to end up wishing they had never heard of me :-).

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: probably going fishing—(-but have heard —relationship tangles for half a century and yours —although uniquely personal–has many familiar characteristics—-it is a Rhapsody on a theme –one theme;
Got to run my —apologies !!! ——Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry –

In my last three marriages, the one rhapsody theme was what Christians call God (and I call angels) was slap dab in the middle of me and the woman, driving us nuts, with plenty of help from demonic forces, when we weren’t feeling like we were dying and already gone to heaven. The presence of the supernatural between and all around us was palpable: hearable, seeable, and feelable, to make up new words.

Another thing about paradise mating, we, the lucky couples, were rendered unable to be attracted to another person of the opposite sex, sexually or romantically, while we were paired by the angels.

The angels told me and the women it was “paradise mating”, and if we were good and did everything right, we would end up getting to stay in paradise, after all the anti-paradise stuff in and between us had been fixed. And if we didn’t be good and hang in there and do the full course in miracles, we would go to Plan B, which, alas, was not exactly back to where we were before we were introduced into Plan A.

Paradise mating is the one guy meets gal rhapsody in HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale, an autographed copy of which I gave you, not yet knowing you profess to be an atheist :-).

Since arriving in Key West in late 2000, I have known two local men and women couples, who were introduced into paradise mating. So far, it went for them about like it went for me and the three women who tried it with me, one at a time. Except with the two local couples, it ended a lot faster, which I imagine was due to them not having the preparation I’d had in two prior relationships with women, which were on the brink of paradise mating, but did not quite cross over into it. And, the two local couples had not had the other existential spirit training I’d had.

The man in the first couple, sometimes relied on me for advice about what was happening to him and between him and his lady, and the woman in the second couple sometimes relied on me for advice about what was happening to her and between her and the man. Advice is cheap, even if it is given by someone who knows the terrain from having walked and been dragged over and through it.

I have a feeling, if one man and one woman today pulled off a successful paradise mating, it might incite something in the spirit waves, which would change the course of human history. Jesus and Mary Magdalene came close, but she did not wish to leave her culture, when he asked her to go east with him, after he had recovered from the ordeal on the cross.

Sorry, Jerry, you haven’t been hearing about that one relationship rhapsody for 50 years.

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you covered well one whole aspect of factors that disrupt a relationship—read my contribution at he end of Today’s blog—I have your book which illustrates quite well one dimension of issues…… cool day but nice–enjoy –Jerry.

Jerry later wrote:

Sloan: some of the problems in relationships stem from one or the other participants having an undiagnosed MOOD disorder like a variant of Bi-Polar disorder…some just suffer from severe neurotic disorders—-common but adding complications that can be disabling and disruptive in a relationship; then there is always the addictive family of problems
liquid drug like alcohol or hard drugs like cocaine , methamphetamine, spice, or any of the opium derivatives including heroin or pharmaceutical pain meds. —-all are expensive which weighs heavily on making it together financially.. One member can be just crazy -psychotic which breaks out like the measles. underlying we live in a culture that is definitely anti-humanistic;
deteriorating natural environment, pollution seeps in like illnesses from just swimming in our now unclean ocean and infections that put stress on an individual and the relationship also.
Incompatible personalities come out when the sexual lust depreciates. Consumerism –spending more than the relationship can support—-it is a difficult road to traverse–hanging together–with caring and sensitivity——enough is enough –you know about most of these–probably—–CHEERS-Jerry….

I replied:

Hi, Jerry –

Yes, and much of the the personal psyche dynamics you describe are intimately familiar to me, both as a husband and a boyfriend of different women, and as as a man who had his share of warts that didn’t do the ladies any good.

Substance abuse was significant in only one of my intimate women relationships, and she straightened out right after I told her both of my parents were drunks and I’d be damned if I was going to be married to a drunk. That was maybe a decade before the angels showed up.

The personal afflictions you listed are, to me, and to the angels, symptoms of soul disturbances, which are difficult, if not impossible, to treat in human ways. And, to your list, I add two more afflictions: the demonic twin each person has, and demonic possession, either or both which, when currently in charge of a person, resemble Mr. or Mrs. Hyde, in the good Dr. Jekyll.

The “hero” and the “heroine” in the early goings of HEAVY WAIT are plenty messed up psychically, but for very different reasons. As the tale unfolds, the angels running that picture show, at first unknown to the couple, set up the healing of those horrible soul wounds, the healing of which is plenty dramatic and certainly off the psychiatric model and charts, but common fare for angel healing, based on my and other people’s personal experiences with same.

But that all is the necessary byproducts of the end game, which is the paradise mating, for unless the couple in HEAVY WAIT are healed, the paradise mating is doomed to fail. And, in that tale, the angels are determined for the paradise mating to succeed, which was a wee deviation from how it went the times the angels put me into full-bore paradise mating with a lady, who had no clue what was coming when she met and decided she liked and was attracted to me.

Perhaps that’s another reason the angels ran HEAVY WAIT though me, to provide women interested in me with fair warning :-), although after the first full-bore paradise mating relationship, I gave the next two women lots of fair warning.

One of them, the last one, was getting to know me when HEAVY WAIT was falling out of me in May and June 2001. I kept telling her it was being written by God, but provided no details. After it was finished, and a friend had a few copies printed off a disk, as I was broke and could not afford to do that, I gave her a copy, and after she read it, she said, “It was written by God!”

That’s when a shift occurred. She told me she’d heard from angels all her life, until a few years before I met her, when they stopped talking to her. And, she had stopped dreaming about the same time the angels stopped talking to her. I told her that was really messed up, she needed to get back to dreaming and hearing from the angels.

Then, she had a dream, which I knew was really important, and I told her so, and that she needed to deal with what the dream was about, which she didn’t want to do, but finally she did, and the heavens opened to her in dreams, and the angels were talking with her again.

But she had only told me part of it, and it was some years, and a number of break ups, before she told me the whole of it, and that was after it was pretty much finished between us, and after a great deal of heartache and worse.

She’s still my favorite of all the women I was with, and she is my political muse, having herself worked in her state’s legislature and its attorney general office. She was not, however, HEAVY WAIT’S muse. That was the woman before me, who had traveled around the world with me, who had been molested by her father from age 3, to age 18, none of which she remembered, but it was shown to her by Jesus and Michael, and then they took her through the healing of it, as I held her hand on the telephone through probably 20 volatile, terrifying sessions.

You and I are not coming from quite the same place, Jerry.

Psychiatry and I became quite familiar with each other when it had me in its clutches, and I knew very well many psychiatric patients. And, I knew very well many psychologists and clinical social workers’ patients, and many spiritual healers’ patients. And, people were coming to me for help, who were being treated by one or more of the above, or had been treated. And, some of them were psychiatrists, psychologists and clinical social workers, and spiritual healers.

That’s what I did before the angels sent me to Key West in late 2000, and sometimes they still had me do it to some degree.

Sloan

P.S.

I also tended to learn about my “patients’ diets and fluid intake and drug usage, as that was part of the overall “intake”, and sometimes I made suggestions for different by mouth intake.

I knew a fellow in Atlanta, a wizard with German electronic acupuncture and dowsing technology, was able to discern various environmental toxins in people, and he had homeopathic remedies for purging same from a patient. Nothing American medicine recognized, and when the Georgia AMA doctors tried to get him shut down, he took them to court and, by operating under a licensed chiropractor, got the judge to side with him. What he was doing was in wide use and legal in Germany.

Back then was when I read a federal case, decided in Texas, perhaps Dallas, where the Texas AMA doctors tried to get acupuncture practitioners shut down in Texas, alleging acupuncture was experimental and not approved by AMA. The lady federal judge seemed to me, to be in stitches, that is, howling, in the part of her opinion, which said acupuncture had been around about 5,000 years and was about a experimental as the Chinese language – judgment for the acupuncture practitioner.

I’m not convinced, Jerry, on balance, that Western (allopathic) medicine and mental health practices don’t cause more harm than good, although I myself have been fortunate to be literally saved three different times by American medical doctors from grave biological diseases.

Another doctor who saved me was a young psychiatrist, whose agreeing to take me on as a patient, in early 1997, got me released from a one flew over the cuckoo’s nest state psychiatric facility, where I stupidly had gotten myself through a confederacy of dunces maneuvers.

Alas, the young Methodist doctor, who told me he believed there was spiritual warfare, was a pill pusher, and he darn near chemically killed me, even as I taught him stuff he’d never heard about, like the dark night of the soul, and what the medical malpractice lawsuit against him really was about. He was the only person who seemed to be on my side, during what was the killer dark night of the soul, I realized after it started to lift.

He told me, my stepmother wanted me dead, after meeting with her and my father shortly after he took me on as a patient.

For all of which, I paid him his usual weekly visit fee.

Toward the end of the 16-month killer dark night, he wanted me to go to the famous Meninger Psychiatric Clinic, in Topeka, Kansas, where he had grown up, as his father was a staff psychiatrist at Meninger, and, after completing his own psychiatric residence, my young doctor had gone to work at Meninger, too, operating their clinic for poor people.

My father said he would pay for Meninger, anything, to try to help me. But I wondered, and asked my young doctor, why go there, if he was not able to help me? Go there anyway, it’ a wonderful place, my young doctor said. I said I would think about it. My wife at the time was all for it. Wife 4. Before the paradise mating began full-bore with wife 5, later to show up.

When a good friend, who used to work for my father, asked if I was going to Meninger?, I said maybe, but I was waiting to see if God had another offer. I drove down to Panama City to hang out and fish for a few days, hoping to get some clarity. When I returned to Birmingham, my friend called to say he’d had a dream. He’d had dreams about me during the killer dark night, indicating I was not nearly as bad off as everyone, including me, thought.

What a dream he had.

He and I went to Meninger together. The front of the place looked terrific. The front lobby looked terrific. While I was in the lobby talking with the psychiatrists and staff, he snuck into the back area, and all he found was padded cells and dungeons, and he came back out to the lobby and told me that, and if I stayed there, I never would leave.

I thanked him, and said that ruled out Meninger.

When I shared his dream with a older woman friend, who’d been a Christian intercessor since childhood, she said God was telling her, if I went to Meninger, I would stay there until my father got tired of paying for it, which his second wife would see to happened, and then I would be transferred to the Kansas State mental hospital, where I would live out my remaining days.

I shared all of that with my young doctor, and it seemed to not faze him. Nor did it seem to faze him when I asked for a weening schedule from his pills, and he told me to reduce the dosage by 1/4 of a full dosage, for 4 weeks, and I said I was already on that weening schedule, which the angels had given to me.

He told me not to give up on psychiatry, the door was always open. I thanked him for saving me and being there for me, and went with God’s other plan, which soon became known to me as paradise mating :-). What trip that was!

I dropped in on the young doctor about 5:30 one afternoon in November 2001, he was there, not with a patient, and we talked a while, and I gave him a manuscript copy of HEAVY WAIT, and then I left. I don’t know if he read it. That was the last time I talked with him.

Sloan

Jerry wrote while I was doing the P.S. and did not see his until the P.S. was sent:

Sloan: On a long term psychiatric ward, where I was trained (inpatient for One year) (outpatient after)
patients themselves furnish much of the therapy —-some are real angels in human form–
they are invaluable —that goes for certain special members of the staff–their compassion and sensitivity and understanding and empathy soar !! All our stories are unique—ouf life’s experiences like snowflakes —similarities yes —but different.–you have been through it –no doubt —life is a risky business but –can be rich and incredible— have a rewarding evening
Jerry

I replied:

I don’t know that I was on a “long term” psychiatric ward, but the wards I was on, the only patient I saw trying to help other patients was me. One woman thanked me, and left shortly thereafter. I spend a great deal of time after I was done with psychiatry, and even during the time with psychiatry, trying to help psychiatric patients, who were miserable, but as convinced psychiatry was their only safe harbor, just as church and the Bible were their only safe harbor. It was not possible to persuade them God could heal them, except one man, whom I met later, followed me from Birmingham down to Key West, hoping I could help him, even after I tried to dissuade him. In Key West, he started dreaming and hearing from angels, for real. But he was on Haldol, and that seemed in the way to me, even though he was told in a dream to stay on it. I got myself screwed up in a situation, and then was of no use to him, if I ever was of any use to him, and he went back to Birmingham. He had a great deal of religious poisoning in him, as did most psychiatric patients I tried to help. As did most people I tired to help. I told the angels many times, in my opinion, religion has done far more harm than good.

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: will have to read this tonight or early morning
my schedule right now is stuffed –have swum every day
for at least an hour. Got a 6 lb Hog fish–supper –tonight.
hope you have a good supper –Jerry

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you covered a lot of ground.
When Key West waters –(-and it is inevitable -)–
are declared a health hazard —-the” turista” — business
may well take a huge hit along with the dirty air we are
promoting downtown—-some honest evaluation of Key West
as unhealthy –that Train is rumbling along the tracks —good story
for the National Geographic traveler –to be picked up by other
journalists in other publications—-eventually the excrement will hit
the fan. Another subject —little Torch to me is beautiful in a good
location—-where I stayed in 1956—can’t understand why you took a bad
loss —oh well the world is full of the inexplicable —enough to make ones
mind long for some tranquility–I may go fishing today and put all my
obligations on hold ——-we live once –harmony of mind –is a necessity !!!.
LITTLE TORCH WAS A PARADISE—-clear water –lobsters everywhere–
magnificent colour in the surrounding ocean –LOOE KEY just offshore was indescribable–
fish and massive living coral—astonishing…..a GEM –[a good day enjoy-] !!–Jerry
we ate fresh caught fish daily–only a tiny aluminum boat and small motor——Jerry (loads of grouper and Dolphin)

I replied:

Hi, Jerry –

Yeah, there was a heap in today’s post; maybe I should file even more complaints with the angels about unfair labor practices and child abuse :-).

Taking a big loss on the Little Torch property was easy: I paid lot for it, too much, $375,000. Then, the bottom fell out of the real estate market. It was still bottomed out years later, when I was under time pressure to sell, if I wished to keep eating and so forth. Nobody wanted me to pay what a good banker friend told me it was worth, one acre, wooded lot, next to wildlife refuge, right to tear down and remove the trailer and build dream home, he said $150,000, I figured $200,000 for that choice property. It sold for $99,000, and after real estate commission and closing costs, I netted $90,000, having at that moment about $200 to my name, until the next $700 Soc. Sec. retirement check came into my checking account.

Like I said, it was easy, like being dragged through hell upside down and backwards :-), physically and emotionally. The angels did plenty of that in other ways the entire time I lived there, 4 1/2 years total, split up with 3-year stint renting an apartment in Key West, so I could play town fool there during that time. Some folks on bigpinekey.com’s popular Coconut Telegraph forum came to like me so much that they renamed me The Fool on Little Torch (FOLT). They hated me, I mean. I figured I must have done something right, therefore :-).

The fellow who runs the Coconut Telegraph, a friend of mine, who built my websites and showed me how to use them, kept egging me on to stir up the Sloan haters, emailed this morning after receiving his complimentary copy of today’s FOLTing:

“Ho ho, Are you the only full time gadfly crusader in Key West? !b”

I wrote back:

“Probably the only full-time gadfly, but then, the part-time gadflys (or is gadflies correct?, like I give a shit) here don’t say angels heap great mounds of fun shit on them to play in; they just get mounds, sounds sort of like a lumpy chocolate bar, but it tastes like shit, actually :-), and it feels like shit, too :-).

“Did you ever publish this last below, so your readers will know what gadfly means to educated people, as opposed to dumbass ignoramuses?

“Chow maim

“Social gadfly – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_gadfly
Wikipedia

“A gadfly is a person who upsets the status quo by posing upsetting or novel questions. The term “gadfly” (Ancient Greek: ????, mýops) was used by Plato in the Apology to describe Socrates’s relationship of uncomfortable goad to the Athenian political scene, which he compared to a slow and dimwitted horse.”

A slow dimwitted horse bought an acre of land and trailer on Little Torch Key.

Sloan

[He published it in yesterday’s Coconut Telegraph.]

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: the property loss just makes me very very sad for you——dismal !
I really feel for you—–if you could have just hung on —-some creative
realtor could have made it the get away of the decade —for one of the
1% —citing all kinds of glorious advantages—-climate worsening –unpredictable
up North—baby boomers —a tsunami of people —-we would have considered it —I LOVE Little torch as you well know——a short distance from Looe Key –incredible ; that offshore eating place for meals —temporarily-forgot the name –almost bought that island –it was nothing when we passed it by on the way to fishing daily-1956–(-Donna has been there several times –she is not here now.
Your whole loss makes me ill)——–real estate values rising like crazy here in the Keys —-eventually half a million is not inconceivable —advertized right —-I could have written great script—–
the whole thing makes depressed —-I am sorry –I realize you were in a bind–I hope I haven’t made it worse for you——sorry sorry sorry—-my fond regards —Jerry

I replied:

Aw shucks, Jerry. It sort of makes me want to cry, too, ’cause I loved that place, which, as I have told you, I called Walden. The Realtor I used was a very good friend, but she had no creative view of what the place could be for the right buyer, and this is going to make you feel even more ill, the fellow who bought it had no feel for what he was getting, it was beyond his range by several dimensions to realize he had gotten a steal on sacred land, for that it was, sacred. People who came there said they could not believe how good they felt on that land, and even in the trailer, which was a knock down, a temporary shelter, as far as I was concerned, but not that land; that land was alive, beautiful old trees, a living shrine to Mother Nature, and just across the dirt road was State of Florida Wildlife Refuge; the subdivision had been condemned, because it never should have been allowed to be, it was too environmentally sensitive for development, only about 10 homes in the whole subdivision, half a mile or more long, about 300 yards wide, my land was the only parcel where a home could be built, because the county was actively encouraging, understatement, owners of trailers to get rid of them and build homes on stilts. That land, VIBRATED, Jerry, that’s a fact.

The fellow I bought it from, a former Chicago lawyer, who came down on vacation once, and went back to Chicago and closed his law practice and moved to Little Torch Key, and I did not sign a contract. I went to the closing able to walk away at any time. I kept asking the angels if this was right?, is this what I’m supposed to do?, and they kept showing me to go ahead. So, I went ahead, closed. About then, I was moved to enter the the county commission race for George Neugent’s seat, which was up for grabs that year, although I was not thinking in that way when I moved into the trailer, as a tenant. I was just thinking of how much I liked the land, and the trailer was okay then, I had not yet discovered the huge water leak in the front, which did not appear until after the closing, when finally a big rain came; a water leak that, over the years, would cause a great deal of damage to the trailer, but it was a kock down, I figured I would some day be able to build a real home there, which would make the people living off the grid on No Name Key feel like they never heard of going green. I knew how to design the home, not do the work myself, I don’t have those skills, but years before I had been to a school, which taught how to build off the grid homes.

Well, that never came to pass, of course. But living there enabled me to run twice against Neugent, and once for that district’s school board seat, all as part of my education in my favorite subject, porkaticks. Dang did I eat a lot pig, as I ran once for county commission in Key West, too, the seat Heather Carruthers won that year, 2008, and four times I ran for mayor of Key West, but that digresses.

After buying the place on Little Torch, I learned the seller’s daughter had cancer, and he had to take care of that and the medical bills, and no doubt he needed every penny I had paid for that place, and still she died. He had looked up and acquired my old books, written from the perspective of practicing law, and he loved them. He was close friends with my next door neighbors, who found me interesting, if not amusing. The woman read most of my daily ravings, sometimes sent me stuff she felt my resonate with me.

Lurking always in the background, was a monster spirit event I’d had on No Name Key Bridge in January 1995, after I came to Little Torch that year and stayed at Parmers Resort, the next road up US 1 – I was off of State Road 4A.

In 1995, I was living in Colorado, and one night was seized and told, “Go to Big Pine Key, go as soon as possible, this is important.” I had been there once before, March 1967, during spring break from law school at Alabama. I had caught a big tarpon in Bogie Channel on the inside (Gulf) side of the old wooden bridge, the charred remains of which still stuck up out of the water then. I was fishing with men, who were contemporaries of my father, in Birmingham. One of their daughters was married to one of my Vanderbilt fraternity brothers. I was staying at my father’s home on Islamorada, and they invited me to come down and fish a day with them. They were staying at Old Wooden Bridge Fish Camp.

Anyway, it got even more mystical, for after being told to go to Big Pine Key, in January 1995, I dreamt that night of being at the Denver airport, buying a ticket to Big Pine, and in the ticket line next to me was my father and his brother buying tickets to Islamorada. In actual life, my uncle fished a lot in Islmorada, I had introduced him to it, after he had fished for many years on Andros Island. I awoke, knowing for sure I had to go to Big Pine, it was a right of passage, I was separating from my father and his brother, who I often had wished was my father, because of how much he and I both loved to fish, which was not my father’s thing.

So, here I am staying at Parmers in January 1995, wandering around Big Pine and No Name, and other Keys, all the way down to the Sugarloaf Lodge, talking with the tame retired Navy and aquarium dolphins they then had there, waiting to be rewilded, wondering why I was sent to Big Pine Key? Day after day, I wondered. Then, on the seventh day of the trip, I wandered again over to the Old Wooden Bridge Fish Camp, and parked, and walked out onto the bridge, concrete now, of course. I’m abbreviating this part a bit.

I walked out to the center of the bridge, where the hump is, with pelicans flying all around me, and sitting on the bridge railing and in the water below, and diving for dinner. I was in a state of grace. II turned and faced the Atlantic Ocean, and was seized. I mean I was SEIZED, by something HUGE. It took my breath away. I felt like my heart was being pulled out of me. I burst into tears, and bawled, and snot ran out of my nose, and I was holding the bridge railing, barely able to remain standing and not fall to the sidewalk. And I HEARD.

I dreamt in a nap a bit ago, that I was going to tell this story, but I didn’t know what the dream meant until just now.

I HEARD,

“BECAUSE YOU LOVE THIS PLACE SO MUCH, YOU WILL BE USED TO TRY TO PROTECT IT.”

Then I really started balling and shaking, and what had been rivers of tears and snot turned into tsunamis. And it’s about getting me all choked up to tell it again. And I have been beating the angels up for days about that covenant they made with me that January day in 1995 not coming to anything, about my buying that beautiful land on Little Torch Key, because I KNEW that covenant was in play, and because I don’t see anything came of it; the covenant died, dead.

Well, that’s how it seemed to me, and seems to me, and you better believe I am bawling right now, and shaking, and my heart is heaving, and I’m really pissed off, to boot.

Sloan

P.S. Perhaps I also should say, when that happened on No Name Key bridge, the pelican was well known to me as the Christ bird. And the night that happened, on a paper napkin in a Big Pine restaurant no longer there, I wrote:

Behold!
The pelican.
Slow, ugly, clumsy afoot,
but in the air
a great fisher indeed!
And in times of want
plucks out its own breast meat
to feed its young.

I don’t suppose my middle name being Young was in play, huh?

Or that when I came to the Keys to live, in late 2000, I was Sloan Young, who had plucked out his breast meat for his older half-brother, Travis?

Or that my son, who died if crib death when I was in law school, would have been called Young.

Or, hell, there have to be many meanings besides the generally accepted.

And I had a nap dream yesterday, in which the best flats fishing guide in the world, as far as I am concerned, Rick Ruoff, of Islmorada, took me away from a bunch of shit I was dealing with (I wrote all about it yesterday and today), into something wonderful, and that dream, too, was about that covenant, which, I suppose, is not dead, but only seems so. Maybe I should name that covenant, Lazarus?

Sorry, I couldn’t help it :-).

And yes, Jerry, being strapped financially sucks, but living on the street, sleeping in doorways, and on park benches and piers and beaches, and in other fun places, and being hunted by cops for what seemed like sport, sucked plenty more. As did staying in homeless shelters.

Perhaps the angels have a deal they haven’t make entirely clear yet. Meanwhile, they have me so loaded up with spirit poison, which ain’t mine, another kind of feeding the young thing, that right now I’m having trouble distinguishing myself from Chernobyl.

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: A lot to digest—-and process —-what a shame-
just the whole thing —with feelings and emotions
that may always reverberate, resonate—
so sorry it happened to you—————–Jerry

I replied:

Well, a whole heap did come up and out all at once, must have been collecting for a while, took a while for it to finish clearing, as I took a bicycle ride to White Street Pier and watched most of the sunset, then headed toward Higgs Beach, and had three most interesting conversations, one with a woman Cuban Conch poet I know, who turns out to be a bit more mystical than I had known. She spoke of the energy vortex at Key West, the second person here, now, who has spoken of it to me since I arrived in late 2000 and felt it almost right away. The first person was the male tarot reader on Mallory Pier, about this time last year. The Cuban Conch talked of her mother being a healer, and said a lot of people here know of the vortex, and the vortex is why there is so much healing happpening here. I held my peace, a lot of healing I don’t see happening here. The reverse, I see a lot. The other two conversations were with Christian visitors, who seemed pretty tuned in for people of that religion, but heavy into Paul, so I dropped some Jesus on them; seemed the thing to do, since he’s the one who they say saved them. Sort of enjoyable, sort of fun, but it didn’t stop me from feeling like a stranger in a strange land, which I don’t see changing during my life. The poison started moving out, I was glad for that, because it was pretty awful.

Jerry wrote:

Sloan you are making progress —-alienation diminishing .—–Jerry

I replied:

Not possible for an alien :-), but the great catharsis also brought powerfully forward in the wee hours this morning the first covenant, in which I offered my life to human service and the offer was accepted in dramatic fashion, as I have reported many times at my websites. It was shortly after I last fished the flats with Rick Ruoff, very late 1986, when I told him I had lost my zeal for fishing and was only out there with him because that was the only way I could spend quality time with him, that I made the prayer for God to help me and I offered my life to human service. And, wow, on waking this morning, there is a riveting Eimers case article in today’s Citizen, and an interesting email from the president of Dump the Pumps re Cudjoe Regional, and an email I overlooked yesterday saying the Peary Court plan has been tossed and the developer is walking away, but the sender said I could not quote the sender on that and to check with city commissioner Jimmy Weekley, and maybe it’s so, maybe not, I’ll have to look into that. All perhaps in keeping with a dream two nights ago, of an old friend and lawyer in Birmingham, who was very deep into big real estate development deals, gathering up all of his folks and assets and, in wagon ho gypsy fashion, was headed down this way. I took the dream to mean reinforcements were on the way. I hope he is bringing money, too – I can’t eat legal help :-).

Sloan and balloons smaller

moi chomping down on a bbq pork sandwich at the wedding reception of a Big Pine Key friend, at his home

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you are doing just fine –relative to all that you have been through—
your daily writings are for ” good causes” —like the Greek forum—

trying to stimulate thought —may be even critical thinking—-we all
get in miserable binds and make judgments that we wish we could take back
we are imperfect——retrospect is usually close to 20/20—-but that is hindsight.

learn and live and (you are getting much out of life from my perspective)
having fun with some humor intermixed ——-my wishes for you to have a decent day–(and you seem to be always learning)—-a NEW day—-illuminated Cheers–Jerry

I replied:

Morning, Jerry –

It dawned on me yesterday, during the emotional upheaval, that I had not grieved the loss of my Little Torch Key home, nor all the hard work up that way it seemed for naught. A good bit of the emotion was over that, and a good bit was a different kind of emotion I associate with deep spiritual connection to something words cannot describe, it can only be felt to know it, in my experience, like what I felt on No Name Key that day in early January 1995, as reported in today’s post.

Given how it’s gone in the past, I suppose the angels will never run out of “good causes” and “learning experiences” for me to engage while I’m still breathing and able to type and speak. The alienation, however, is only remediated by my having a paradise mating partner, and only then, when she and I are in sync. When we are not in sync, that’s an entirely different version of hell and being an alien monk is far easier on me :-).

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you have articulated it so well—I momentarily lost my breath;
seriously you are one talented guy——-;
I only give authentic true responses to you–I hope you realize that—Jerry –

I replied:

Talented? Hell, if I was talented, you’d think it would translate into me making money hand over fish :-), er, over fist.

What it mostly translates into is somatized grief in my poor, old, tired body, and zapping my energy field. I took two naps THIS MORNING, and then another even longer nap this afternoon, to recharge what’s left of my soular batteries :-), but it will take a couple of ibuprofen to alleviate the internal pressure, and further cooperation from the poop god, or goddess, to render the rest of the situation comfy.

Meanwhile, it’s chopping wood, carrying water :-), and swinging a sledge on the old plutonium rock pile, with intermittent emotional uprisings and sometimes plain old mischievous red neck mystic chauvinist pig fun :-).

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: Chauvinist pig fun –red neck part of the culture—–talent
doesn’t translate into money—-some of the most talented
individuals in history –passed away penniless–making money some of the
dumbest people have made loads of money —fate and a special talent
that may not be virtuous or even smart –fate opportunity exploitation
make $$$$$$$—dumb luck involved. Naps are great —essential
we take a lot of maintenance as humans…. have a profound night—Jerry

I replied:

Curtis and Leroy

a couple of my redneck chauvinist pig pals, Curtis and Leroy :-), don’t mistake them for stupid, cause they ain’t; they own half of north Georgia :-)

Jerry wrote:

That is exactly the point.

Sloan (Davis polo shirt)

‘Nuff said.

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

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a brief summation of the swell job God’s angels gave me, after first training me, which took a long time and was awful and still entails all sorts of switchings of my hindquarters, among other parts of me

work mule

Below this introductory note are two consecutive posts at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, which, I suppose, fairly well sum up the swell job God’s angels gave me to do in Key West, after first training me, which took a long time and was awful and still entails all sorts of switchings of my hindquarters, among other parts of me.

An even briefer summation is, I want to do God’s will, instead of my will, and, if I listen, I hear what the angels tell me to do, and how to do it.

I know the angels by the names of Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene Melchizedek.

They have many ways of speaking to me, dreams foremost, and they told me in a nap dream about an hour ago, that I needed to go to Birmingham for the Christians. So, I put this below together, and posted it to www.goodmorningbirmingham.com.

Following the two posts at www.goodmorningkeywest.com is some related material.

Sloan (Davis polo shirt)

Sloan Bashinsky

fools, lies, video tapes, and related Key West political comedies and tragedies

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Naja Girard,

Naja

co-publisher of Key West the Newspaper (www.thebluepaper.com), replied to the 12/6/2013 Naja for Queen, er, Mayor of Key West, and other closely and somewhat distantly related blue movies post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

My favorite quote of the day:

“Every political situation needs a fool to twist things around, so they make sense, after the politicians twisted those things around, so they made no sense.”

Thanks Sloan!

Naja

I replied same day:

Morning, Naja – de nada, maybe that “quote” came to me in a moment of my brain not working :-), maybe it was channeled :-).

A nap dream after I published today’s post kinda hammered me to stand up and be the male in a situation, which seemed pretty conclusive to be about Naja for mayor. So a couple of items, or maybe three, right now.

First, two emails this morning, which are about your and my websites.

Kill ‘em softly Kurt Wagner wrote:
“Morning Sloan. I have no idea how many readers you have or how many read The Blue Paper. If only you could somehow double the number maybe more people would realize what’s really happening in Key West. I have recommended both sites to everyone I know from California to Maine. If I can stop even one person from going to Key West, that’s ten less dollars going into Rossi’s pocket.”

Michael Martin, a friend of Kurt’s, new to me, wrote:
“Hello Mr. Bashinsky, your blog “good morning key west” was recommended to me by a long time friend (Kurt Wagner). In the past week I’ve read all of yours and the blue paper’s items about Mr. Eimers. What amazes me is the fact that the citizens of Key West just don’t get it! I have been to Key West a few times but never again. Keep up the good work, I’ve recommended yours and Naja’s site to all I know.”

In the past, Naja, you have talked about having a way to boost the blue paper’s viewing, I think, by using Facebook? Perhaps I should try that, or whatever you are doing with www.goodmorningkeywest.com? But I ain’t got no clue how to go about it, so if you are able and have the time to enlighten my ignorance …

Second, if you run for mayor, I will have to beat you up for being insane, an ego maniac, or a crook, or various combinations thereof (my standard, longstanding mantra about politicians), and to head that off at the pass, I suggest, instead of running, you tell people like Christine Russell (KWIslandGirl), who, as far as I know, never has been speechless, but this coming might render her so, if you tell it to her …

If they want you to be mayor, you tell them they should write your name in on the ballot, and get as many other people as they can to do the same. They can start their own grassroots campaign for you, including setting up a Naja for Mayor Facebook page, like what was set up by Jolly Benson to whomp the bring in bigger and more cruise ships referendum, and what was set up by Mike Mongo to protect Wisteria Island.

Now, of course, that approach will serious fuck up the Supervisor of Elections Office, which requires write-in candidates to file as write-in candidates, so there will be a blank write-in space on the ballot; and maybe the Supervisor of Elections Office, or the City Attorney, will say a person cannot be elected mayor of Key West, without filing to run, even if only as a write-in candidate.

However, that ain’t how I understand the US and Florida Constitutions. I think the Supervisor of Elections Office has to manually count every write-in vote, even if there is no filed write-in candidate. In fact, requiring that a write-in candidate file to run is noxious to the entire ancient and sacred democratic write-in philosophy, pursuant to which the voters, not a candidate, decide who they want to be in office, and the voters proceed to put that who in office through a democratic grass roots write-in campaign – perhaps I should say whom in both those places, instead of who, to keep the strict- construction school marms happy.

Third, but not exactly last, Naja, you are gonna have to get over your allergy to God and angels being the boss of everything; I mean, you saw the nervous meltdown to blubbering walrus Mark Rossi became, after I made Charles Eimers murder between Mark and God, and Tony Yaniz quickly signed up to be Mark’s first disciple, and Mayor Cates was close behind Tony, the way he played that seriously losing hand, and the other four city commissioners, by saying nothing, pleading the 5th, leaving Christine Russell allegedly speechless – but you and I know better, as does everyone else, given Christine wrote that she was speechless, which she would not have wrote, if she was speechless; she would kept her mouth zipped like the other four commissioners, who convicted themselves out of their own closed mouths – similar to snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory, but maybe more akin to jumping head first into the gaping maw of Jaws.

However and furthermore, the beauty of this scheme above, should you be inclined, or not, since you have no control whatsoever of other people doing what I suggested above, whether you want to be mayor or not, which, of course, if you do, would mean you are insane, an ego maniac or a crook, or any combination thereof, is you don’t have to say a thing about what you believe, or don’t believe. You don’t even have to open your mouth. You don’t even have to attend candidate forums, or talk with journalists, or even show up at election night returns with Bill Becker in the Harvey Government Center.

If people of Key West want you to be their mayor, then it’s all on them to write your name on the ballot. Meanwhile, you just go about your business, and if you then do get elected in that way, you then have to decide whether to accept the position and be sworn it, or say no way in hell are you that crazy!

I mean, talk about an epic poem of monumental proportions, Beowulf and Ulysses would be green with envy. And, Jesus, Joseph and Mary!, would the national, and international, and intergalactic presses go wild with that!, even if the Citizen and the Keynoter and the Weekley newspapers, and KONK Life and KONK Color didn’t appreciate the divine comedy and beautiful poetry of it.

However, and perhaps lastly, but not leastly, perhaps, on the off chance it did all somehow play out that way, and you did receive the most votes, and you were put to saying yay or nay, you might then wish to consider the possibility, slim as it would be, with 99.99 percent of the people in Key West, which has more churches per capita than any other city, thinking and saying, “No way, Hosea, did God and angels have anything to do with that!”, that indeed God and angels did, in fact, have everything to do with it, and you are on the cute razor’s edge of discerning whether the Bosses want you to accept the position, or they want you to say, “No way in hell am I that crazy!”

Then, my dear Naja, our good friend Christine might be speechless, but even on that I would not hold my breath :-).

I suppose I ran over my time, or over the three items, as one other thing now comes to mind. Do you think there is a chance in hell, if you were mayor, that you could get anything done? The last city commission meeting was a wonderful example of seven talking heads going nowhere. Then came closing citizen comments. Then came, hmmm, what word best describes the seven talking heads response to what I told them. How about the pretty attached pictures?

head up assdown the rabbit hole

Meanwhile, I think it might be a good thing for any blue paper readers, who are upset about the Eimer’s case, and who express their upset in comments to blue paper articles, and who voted for either Craig Cates or Margaret Romero in this year’s mayor’s race, to submit their confessions to you, with their real names attached, which you publish in plain view in the blue paper. That might mitigate the karma they created by voting for Cates or Romero, knowing they both were backing KWPD, and neither were demonstrating or had any remorse for the murder of Charles Eimers.

Likewise, Naja, I think you need to disclose to your readers how you voted in the mayor’s race. I don’t care whether or not you voted for me, but if you voted for Cates or Romero, instead of simply not voting, because there was no candidate you wanted to see in office, then that’s a bit of a problem.

In all events, I hope the Bosses are done telling me to file run for mayor, and for any public office.

Sloan

“A blue paper link to a video showing Tuesday’s Citizen Comments is here.” (from the blue paper)

I am the third citizen speaker, starting at the 1 hr. 35 min. mark. Then city commissioners Mark Rossi, left below, and Tony Yaniz, right below, melt down.

Mark Rossi 2Tony Yaniz

The commotion after Tony is me trying to get Mayor Cates

Mayor Cates

to allow me to go back to the microphone and respond to Tony, and Mayor Cates says no, so, from the floor, where I stood, I asked Tony if he had watched the second bystander’s video of the police killing Charles Eimers? When Tony did not respond, I said I bet he had not watched it.

Moving laterally to the case in chief, “cartoons” by Naja’s court jester hubby, Arnaud, 

Arnaud Girard

Charles Eimer's take down

Charles Eimers smotheredEimers one human

here are reader comments under Naja and Arnaud’s Eimers Grand Jury Investigation: FBI Helped State Attorney Booby Trap Her Own Case  article published last Friday, which reader comments I did not already high jack and republish at this website. By clicking on that blue paper link, you can see the full article and all of the reader comments.

  1. This is why Vogel protected the police with the professional witness.

    The police allover the state would retaliate against the court industry if the Key West police involved in the murder were charged.

    How would they retaliate ?? Police across the state would stop issuing summonses and stop making arrest for non violent offences.This would empty the courthouses, the lawyer offices and the courts.

    It would hurt the money making law industry.This is the reason why police are seldom arrested .

    If Vogel were to charge the police,she would be sitting around a vacant prosecutors office for the next year or so.

  2. Let’s blow this thing wide open. Make it world news. They’ve been able to keep things unusually quiet. If Charles Eimers was black do you think this would be unheard of to most the world. No every news station would have be on location that day. They’ve been able to deceive because nobody is paying attention because they don’t know. Let’s inform the world of the truth. Then watch them cower in their seat like Donnie.

  3. Body building and steroid use have taken hold in some police departments. ‘Young Turks’ within a para-military organization, possessing a predisposition towards aggression and the use of force; are in some cases out of control because they lack rigorous standards, training and appropriate supervision. Absent effective leadership, these officers are significantly more likely to participate in acts of ‘police brutality’.

    Any police officer allowed to develop a corrupted mind set, with its accompanying illegal tendencies and bad habits, can pose a lethal threat to those they are paid to protect and serve.

    Self-restraint, common sense and reasonable methods of applying force appear to be attributes no longer adhered to nor reinforced in some law-enforcement circles.

    State Attorneys, investigators and prosecutors can conceal their clandestine behavior; devoid of the transparency required in a free society. Secretive meetings and covert operations have placed a dagger into the heart of ‘lady justice’.

    Coordinated attempts to shield and protect the criminal excesses of a rogue police officer and department through the destruction, manipulation and misrepresentation of evidence to a ‘grand jury'; desecrates the blood sacrifices made to preserve our ‘Constitution’.

    The aforementioned government entities were never intended to wield such power and unbridled authority. Power corrupts…Absolute power, corrupts absolutely…

    Do we want these flawed and faulted human beings rendering omnipotent verdicts from on high???

    ‘Prosecutorial Discretion’ was never meant to be interpreted as a means of giving police officers an edge when assessing criminal misconduct. They have no legal authority to injure or kill an innocent human being. Violations of this basic constitutional tenant, must face stern and immediate consequences. The basis of our entire legal system is founded upon a “Jury Trial”…

    Heavily armed individuals with a badge, must be held to the highest standards of accountability when they engage in violent conduct that ‘takes life’ or harms any human being, especially, an ‘Innocent American Citizen’.

  4. I imagine prosecutors also are reluctant to prosecute police officers, because they fear for their chances in the next election. Prosecutors, who do not fear not getting reelected, fear for their own lives, and the lives of their loved ones. Prosecutors not hindered by any of that, if there are such prosecutors, are deterred because they know it’s just about impossible to get a jury to convict a police officer of a crime such as the Eimers case and in NY City and Ferguson. Meaning, the reason cops get away with it, if they wish to be criminals, is the public won’t convict them.

    Several times last night, after sleep periods, I thought about Tom Milone, Vice-Chairman of the Key West Citizens (Police) Review Board being quoted recently (or did I just dream he was quoted?) as saying he was going to ask the CRB to try to get the US Department of Justice to investigate the Eimers case. Perhaps such a request coming from the CRB, as opposed to from the blue paper or the Horan law firm, would be more acceptable to DOJ.

    Meanwhile, The people who voted for Mayor Craig Cates or Margaret Romero in this year’s mayor’s race, who are upset with how the city and the mayor and city commissioners and Vogel and so forth are dealing with the Eimers case, are, in my opinion, talking out of both sides of their mouths, they are hypocrites, and they are causing two different currents to run in the spirit, and that is seriously getting in the way of this case going the way it needs to go.

    I told Naja yesterday that it would be a good idea for her to tell her readers, who fit that two-currents profile, who are expressing their displeasure about how the Eimers case is being handled by the city and police department in comments under blue paper articles on the Eimers case, to submit confessions to the blue paper, with their real names attached, and the blue paper publishes those confessions in plain view, and that will mitigate the karma they created by voting for Cates or Romero, who have backed the police all the way in the Eimers case. I also told Naja, if she had voted for Cates or Romero, she should do the same thing.

    Not that I say anyone should have voted for me in that race. People who didn’t want to vote for me simply could have not voted in that race. But you know how most people view not voting vs. voting for the lesser of evils. Well, I can tell you that voting for evil is voting for evil. Better not to vote, if evil are your choices if you do vote.

    When I came out of Jack Flats Sports Bar a last night, after Alabama had vanquished Missouri in the SEC Championship, the Christmas parade had just reached that part of Duval Street, and Mayor Cates and his wife, and a couple of other people were in a nice convertible, behind 4 or 5 police cruisers with their blue lights flashing. Cates seemed to be having a ball, I hope he was. But I would not have a ball doing that; I would be having a horrible time. I detest that kind of stuff, hide from parades, award ceremonies, unless the angels make me attend.

    But that’s kinda beside the point, isn’t it? There is Cates being escorted by those police cruisers, and there are cops on their feet at every intersection, and I’m thinking about city cops murdering Charles Eimers, while I doubt Cates even thought about Eimers during the parade. I doubt anyone in the parade, or any people lining Duval Street, and before that Truman Avenue, thought about Eimers.

    The Eimers case appears to be a non-issue for most people in Key West. That, and it seems a lot of people here never heard of Charles Eimers, or of what happened to him here, which indicates the Citizen and the blue paper are not being read by a whole lot of people who live here.

  5. Tom Milone, Vice-Chairman of the Key West Citizen (Police) Review Board, emailed me earlier tonight:

    “The Eimers case will be on the December 17th CRB meeting agenda as an action item.”

    That was in reply to my having emailed Tom:

    “When are you planning to bring this up with the CRB? Will you have seen to it, by then, that the Executive Director has furnished each CRB member with the 2nd bystander’s video and the video of Police Chief Donie Lee’s deposition?

    “I talked to imaginary beings again today, actually the CRB members, as if I was at a CRB meeting. I asked them if any of them had not already seen those two videos, before that CRB meeting. And, I imagined one, or two, said no, and I said they should resign from the CRB.

    “Here are links to the relevant blue paper articles, which contain You Tube videos for the 2nd bystander’s video and Lee’s deposition.

    “I think it’s legal under the Florida Sunshine Law, for you to give the Executive Director those links, if he does not already have them, and suggest he furnish the links to the other CRB members, if they don’t already have them, before the CRB meeting where you intend to bring up asking the US Department of Justice to investigate the Eimers case.

    “Up you guys go, into the wild blue yonder :-), but it will feel like plunging straight into hell, if it is done right :-). You know what plunging straight into hell is, from having been plunged there by local teenage thugs, and then being dragged through the tedious, drawn out prosecution of those thugs, in which plenty off efforts were made by fine, upstanding, law-abiding, God-fearing, Key West citizens to get the thugs turned lose.

    “Chow maim :-).

    “Sloan”

 

Email yesterday from a local blue paper reader:

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Subject: under-reported police killings

 

I replied:

I can’t get into this Wall Street Journal article past the lead sentence, without subscribing to the Journal.

I can’t adequately express my puzzlement over blue paper readers’ frenzy about cops killing civilians away from Key West, which I hardly think is wonderful home of the free and land of the brave patriotism, when the same blue paper readers are not expressing frenzy over how Key West voters voted in this year’s mayor’s election.

Who did you vote for in the mayor’s race? If you voted for either Mayor Cates or Margaret Romero, what moral standing to you have now to complain about what the cops did to Eimers? If you voted for Cates or Romero, you became an accomplice in that crime. As did 5,877 people in Key West, according to the Supervisor of Elections Office. I think that was around a 30 percent registered voter turnout. If so, and if my “old math” is okay, that probably translates to about 19,500 registered voters who would have voted for Cates or Romero in a 100-percent voter turnout.

You can claim your right to secret ballot. You can claim your right to not incriminate yourself. You can claim you were not aware of what the cops had done to Eimers. And the angels will shake their heads. As will they shake their heads, if you don’t tell me how you voted in the mayor’s race, or that you did not vote. Or, you can make that disclosure under the current blue paper article; here’s that link: Eimers Grand Jury Investigation: FBI Helped State Attorney Booby Trap Her Own Case

At least you put your real name on your comments to blue paper articles about the Eimers case. Blue paper readers who are using alias names with their comments to Eimers case articles also are causing the angels to shake their heads.

A mainland amiga messaged me on Facebook today:

  • Jacqueline Bush-Holcomb When do the protests start in Key Weird?
  • Sloan Bashinsky I would be surprised to see much of a turnout, if someone did organize a public protest against the cops killing Charles Eimers. Just look at how many “protesters” in the blue paper use phony names. Just look at how many people in Key West voted for either Mayor Cates or Margaret Romero in the recent election, knowing Cates and Romero were backing the cops and demonstrating no remorse nor apologizing to the Eimers children. Just look at how many people spoke during citizen comments at city commission meetings, one, me, as far as I know, against what the mayor and city commissioners’ cops did to Charles Eimers. Oh, stupid me. Your question was sarcastic .”

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the way indeed is steep, and the gate narrow, and few enter therein; many are called, but few are chosen; the work is great and the laborers are few.

Also fortunately, or unfortunately, there is karma, and there is repentance, and the religious people have got it all wrong :-).

Sloan

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Oh, my. In today’s Citizen (www.keysnews.com), I need time to mull this article, so no customary interjected comments from me today, but related musings and praise reports follow.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Cops punished in Eimers’ death
Police release internal affairs investigation report
BY ADAM LINHARDT Citizen Staff
alinhardt@keysnews.com

One Key West police officer will be suspended for five days without pay and another will receive a written reprimand as a result of an internal investigation by the department into the death of Charles Eimers, according to reports released by police Monday.

Chief Donie Lee ordered on Dec. 3 that Officer Gary Lee Lovette be suspended for five days after finding that Lovette violated four department policies:

• That Lovette inadvertently recorded himself on his Taser audio recorder “making comments to his coworkers and family members that were lies and exaggerations concerning his actions during the Eimers incident at South Beach.”

Lovette is recorded on his Taser saying Eimers was very strong and was “fighting” the officers or “beating the s— out of six of us,” the Florida Department of Law Enforcement stated in its report, which found officers acted appropriately.

Lovette is also recorded on the Taser saying, “Me? I dropped like a (deleted) bomb on his head,” and at one point said, “We just killed someone.”

Lovette had his Taser out, but did not use it while Eimers was being taken into custody for fear that some of the barbs could also hit fellow officers, according to an after-action report released Monday by police.

• Lovette also made inappropriate comments while at a bakery that “gave the impression that he had done something purposely wrong to cause Mr. Eimers’ death,” according to the internal affairs report.

Lee also found that Lovette chased Eimers when he was ordered to not do so, and that during that chase he did not have his emergency lights and sirens on the entire time as is department policy.

Meanwhile, Officer Henry del Valle was given a written reprimand for chasing Eimers when ordered to not do so, and also for not continuously operating his lights and sirens, reports state.

Ultimately, the internal affairs officer, Sgt. Joe Tripp, and Chief Lee found in the after-action report that no investigation into whether excessive force was used was necessary as the FDLE and a grand jury already made the determination that officers reacted within the scope of the law.

On Nov. 28, 2013, Eimers, 61, was held face down on the sand of South Beach after leading police on a car chase through Old Town that ended when he ran out of pavement at the edge of Duval Street.

Eimers was taken off life support and died six days later at Lower Keys Medical Center.

The county medical examiner ruled the death accidental, attributing it to Eimers’ weak heart and poor condition overall. A grand jury cleared the department of any criminal wrongdoing; however, 13 officers remain named in a pending federal civil lawsuit filed by the Eimers’ family.

A jury trial is scheduled for April 6, 2015.

The police eight-page after-action report outlines how officers handled the Eimers’ incident from the moment it began to completion in 12 sections

The stop

Eimers was pulled over across from the Pizza Hut on North Roosevelt Boulevard at 8:25 a.m. Nov. 28, 2013, for passing a Officer Gary Celcer via the left-hand turn lane.

On Celcer’s dashboard camera video, Eimers can be heard saying he is “working for the God almighty,” the grand jury quoted in its report.

Police found that Celcer’s stop of Eimers was valid and further noted that Eimers opened his door, but did not exit, which is “unusual behavior and the vehicle should be approached with caution. Celcer recognized that there was something peculiar about the stop upon hearing Mr. Eimers explain his driving behavior as doing God’s work.”

Fleeing the stop

When Celcer returned to his squad car, Eimers drove off. Celcer tried to make a second traffic stop, but Sgt. Frank Zamora ordered him to not pursue via the police radio, reports state. Celcer then replied it was not a pursuit because of the slow (25 to 30 mph) speeds. Nonetheless, Celcer “disengaged shortly thereafter,” meaning he turned off his sirens, but did continue following Eimers with his blue lights on, reports state.

The pursuit

At that point, several other police cars joined in following Eimers, and Zamora ordered everyone involved to have their in-car cameras recording. At some point, del Valle and Lovette “picked up the lead on Truman Avenue near Windsor Lane.” Del Valle admitted that he used his lights with intermittent siren as he followed at “a high rate of speed,” reports state. Lovette followed del Valle, and both made multiple traffic violations while not following department policy that police must have both lights and sirens continuously on in emergency pursuits, or when violating traffic laws.

The report also notes that Lovette turned off his in-car video recorder several blocks away before he knew where the final stop would be, which the department deemed “at a minimum, unwise,” as it kept the officer “from being able to record audio at the final stop, which might have been very important.”

Final stop, approach

The report states at least two officers approached Eimers’ car with firearms and one, Officer Kathyann Wanciak, can be seen in one video running with her gun in her hand, which the report notes is “a dangerous tactic.” That officer was not mentioned in the after-action report as being disciplined.

Del Valle armed himself with his patrol rifle as verbal commands can be heard from both officers on audio captured by various police recorders.

Use of force

The report notes that, “The testimony in this case is that Mr. Eimers was handcuffed and still struggling when he stopped breathing. There was no evidence of positional asphyxia or that Mr. Eimers stopped breathing due to an airway obstruction. The use of prone restraint (handcuffing while he is on his stomach) on this high-risk traffic stop was proper and determined not to be a contributing cause of Mr. Eimer’s death.”

Although there were erroneous reports of a Taser being used, none were and there is no evidence to suggest otherwise, according to the report.

Providing assistance

All officers reported that medical treatment began immediately upon realizing that Eimers was not breathing, the report states. Celcer and del Valle are “highly trained in EMS” and took charge of treatment prior to the arrival of paramedics. The report also notes that Zamora requested a detective come to the scene within 20 minutes of Eimers losing consciousness.

‘Armed man’ call

Within 30 minutes of Eimers going unconscious, police were called to Northside Drive due to reports of an armed man, reports state. It was quickly learned that the man had an exercising device and not a gun, but six officers who had been at the Eimers’ scene responded to the call before that was known.

“It is important to note that an armed man offers an immediate danger to the public and a quick, overwhelming response is dictated,” the report states. “Rescue had already been to South Beach and attended to Mr. Eimers. There was no immediate danger to officers or the public at the Eimers incident when the call was dispatched.

“Therefore, a significant amount of officers leaving the beach scene was prudent.”

Scene security

The department found that there was no clear officer in charge at the scene, the report states. It was taped off and two officers worked as security, but most of the officers left the scene for the “armed man” call and did not return to “take control,” the report states.

“Some of the officers who left the scene claimed to have asked they were needed for anything else and were told that they were not,” the report states. “Overall, it appears that there was no effective scene management, or use of personnel.”

The recordings

The Eimers’ incident revealed that some officers’ body microphones were not working, but were on, whereas other officers’ body microphones were working, but their in-car cameras were not.

Overall, police found that “there is a significant amount of information that might have been captured had these body microphones been recording” and that “the recordings from the Eimers incident were not immediately identified as evidence. Only Officer Celcer documented that he had an in-car video recording as evidence. This is a problem because our storage system is set to delete the videos in order to make space available for new videos. If a video is kept as evidence, it will be stored until it meets retention guidelines.”

Patient or prisoner?

The after-action report states that police need to improve communications with Lower Keys Medical Center.

Detective Todd Stevens received a stern letter of reprimand from Capt. Scott Smith on Dec. 12, 2013, for his failure to keep in contact with Lower Keys Medical Center staff regarding the condition of Eimers, who died Dec. 4, 2013.

Stevens did not find out that Eimers died until Dec. 10, 2013.

A hospital nurse later testified that Eimers wasn’t “in custody” and there was no officer assigned to watch him at the hospital.

Stevens was later reprimanded and sent back to uniform patrol by his bosses.

Second video

A new video released by attorneys for the Eimers’ family does not show police using unreasonable force, the report notes. That video shows sand on Eimers’ face and one of his ears was torn and bloody.

Chief Donie Lee released this prepared statement Monday afternoon regarding the video:

“There have been several recent references in the media to a tourist video recently sent out by an attorney involved in civil litigation regarding the 2013 death of Charles Eimers,” Lee wrote. “There have been veiled allegations that, during recent depositions conducted by the plaintiffs’ attorney, officers that were on the scene may not remember having seen sand on Mr. Eimers’ face, and that the video shed new light on the incident.”

Lee stated that both the FDLE and grand jury report made clear that these facts were already known.

“Subsequently, as State Attorney Catherine Vogel pointed out in a radio interview last Friday, the grand jury that she convened was aware that there was sand on the man’s face and blood near his ear,” Lee wrote. “As Vogel stated, the medical examiner was also aware of these facts, and had photos that were presented to the grand jury.

“In viewing this video, we’ve found that it more clearly depicts that the officers did not use unreasonable force and how they provided emergency medical care, including CPR, to Mr. Eimers.”

Police changes

The department found that the process for determining arrest status of those at the hospital needs to be documented, that high-risk unorthodox traffic stops need to be covered in training, a refresher course on prone restraint needs to be done, as well as what constitutes an active pursuit and how it differs from a trying to stop a vehicle needs to be addressed departmentwide, according to the report.

alinhardt@keysnews.com

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The angel bosses of me don’t seem to be budging from from the cops killed Eimers, and then tried to cover it up. I look forward to reading Key West the Newspaper’s (www.thebluepaper) next article on the Eimers case. Here are links to the blue paper’s articles on the second video and Donie Lee’s deposition, re discrepancies between what is seen in the video and his officers’ sworn incident reports and sworn deposition testimony in the federal lawsuit filed by Charles Eimers’ children.

EIMERS DEATH-IN-CUSTODY UPDATE: Missing Video Surfaces

NOWHERE TO RUN: NEW VIDEO DEVASTATING TO KWPD CREDIBILITY

And here is the link to the most recent blue paper article on the Eimers case, which contains a link to the many prior blue paper Eimers case articles:

Eimers Grand Jury Investigation: FBI Helped State Attorney Booby Trap Her Own Case

And here is where I was going with this today, before dreams last night indicated something in a newspaper would be relevant today.

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  • Jacqueline Bush-Holcomb When do the protests start in Key Weird? How is my buddy David? [Frisbee Dave, colorful local homeless friend]
    Frisbee Dave
  • Sloan Bashinsky I would be surprised to see much of a turnout, if someone did organize a public protest against the cops killing Charles Eimers. Just look at how many “protesters” in the blue paper use phony names. Just look at how many people in Key West voted for either Mayor Cates or Margaret Romero in the recent election, knowing Cates and Romero were backing the cops and demonstrating no remorse nor apologizing to the Eimers children. Just look at how many people spoke during citizen comments at city commission meetings, one, me, as far as I know, against what the mayor and city commissioner’s cops did to Charles Eimers. Oh, stupid me. Your question was sarcastic .” I haven’t seen Dave in ages. Have no idea how he’s doing.
  • Jacqueline Bush-Holcomb Glad you got my sarcastic attitude. Hope you are well Sloan!
  • Tim Ousley Great comparison of fools and politicians!

Below are local Court Jester Arnaud Girard’s “cartoons” on the murder of suspected homeless man Charles Eimers on Thanksgiving Day 2013, in Key West – the dangerous, unarmed, compliant, surrendered face down on the sand suspect inconveniently was not homeless, and then he inconveniently died of lack of oxygen. Charles Eimer's take down

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Eimers Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Arnaud Girard and his wife, Naja,

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co-publish Key West the Newspaper, www.thebluepaper.com, which broke the Eimers case after the Key West Police Department had carefully buried it, or so the KWPD had hoped. I remain of the view that Arnaud and Naja deserve a Pulitzer for journalism, and round the clock FBI protection for the rest of their lives.

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Meanwhile, and so far, and despite my various Jovian, er, jovial offers in reader comments under the blue paper’s Eimers Grand Jury Investigation: FBI Helped State Attorney Booby Trap Her Own Case article, the same number of people have come forward to confess voting for either Mayor Craig Cates or Margaret Romero in the mayor’s race this year, as the number of Key West police officers have come forward and confessed to killing Charles Eimers. That same number is zero. Birds of a feather. In the courtroom where I practice law and stand trial day and night, there is no right against self -incrimination and holding silent is admitting guilt.

One of those defendants, Christine Russell, replied to the Naja for mayor part of yesterday’s fools, lies, video tapes, and related Key West political comedies and tragedies post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

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Hey Sloan-

Before I get into all kinds of trouble with Naja, I want to make it perfectly clear she has never indicated she has any interest in running for mayor! My comment of suggesting Naja would make a good mayor, came from a comment by ZOBOP who said “think about what can you do to correct this mess” and in the end “let’s clean house”. Seems pretty evident the way you clean up a government is from the inside out – thinking about and convincing good, honest, independent, free- thinking individuals to run for office. This is much easier than dealing with politicians that we don’t agree with how they are handling our city’s affairs and problems. It seemed simple to me from ZOBOP’s comments that this would be the way to change ‘the system’. Personally I think Naja is far too smart to even consider running for any office. But I can dream can’t I?

Christine

I replied:

I was happy, Christine, to have something fun, for a change, to play with :-). It never occurred to me that Naja had put you up to it. However, I am pretty sure that a few years ago I talked with Naja about her running for mayor some day, and we had a big laugh about it.

You actually did have a good, honest, independent, free-thinking individual run for mayor, in 2003, 2007, 2009 and 2013, and for the county commission, 2006, 2008, and 2010, and for the school board, 2012, and my recollection is you kept telling him he wasn’t a serious candidate. Not that he wanted to be elected, but he was easily the best qualified candidate in those races, and he would have been dynamic if he had been elected, but, as you saw, that wasn’t the kind of person you, or most people wanted in office, and what you and most people wanted in office is what is in office.

A fellow here where I stay just a little while ago got off on the fellow getting killed by the NY City cops, and I asked, why do people in Key West get wound up about that, when the voted for Craig Cates in this year’s mayor’s race? They are as guilty as Cates and his cops, because they approved what the cops did when they voted for Cates. The fellow nodded. You want Key West to change, Christine, but you don’t lead the way. You don’t run for mayor. You don’t vote for a good, honest, independent, free-thinking individual, who also is steered and corrected by angels, who are smarter than everyone I know all added up :-).

You spend a lot of time elsewhere, Christine, sending messages back to hell about how great is where you are, and awful is here. As I wrote to you a couple of weeks ago, I’m held here by those angels, and I don’t have the choice to leave, even if I had the money to leave. As I also wrote, if Key West disappeared into a giant sink hole overnight and took me with it, that would be just fine with me. As I also wrote, I have lots of friends in Key West, and I wish none of them ill, nor do I wish anyone ill. However, perhaps now is time to drag out a recent conversation Jerry Weinstock and I recently had, which I formatted a few days ago into a tentative post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com :-).

Ciao,

Sloan

the old psychiatrist and the old mystic discuss the invasive species, Key West hide out

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Jerry Weinstock, M.D., replied to the hydrogen bomb sneak attack, Key West post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

SLOAN: more people getting out in the streets–protesting from Ferguson, to New York and Hong Kong— finally humans protesting injustice —some hope—Cheers Jerry

I just naturally had do kinda disagree with the good head shrinker :-):

Alas, protests are many and date back and back and back, and it seems kinda like the Dutch boy who plugged a hole in a dike with his finger, but there are many holes, and new holes forming ongoing, and I don’t see that changing, which might not be hopeful, but it might be realistic, and meanwhile I deal with the next serving in the cafeteria, which seems well stocked, how could it not be?, the way humanity carries on :-).

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: not too much has changed since our malignant species became the top destructive predator—-i have read and am reading many classics –non-fiction and fiction—“wildlife in America”, Peter Matthiessen will blow your mind as it did mine—-Man is a killer and will go being that–(beauty and humanity DEPRECIATED–look at the homeless how much sympathy do they get) —EMPATHY forget it–more and more people slip into poverty daily–with poor health care— bad education –terrible housing; people take drugs for good reason—-!! sorry I had had it with this dysfunctional materialistic —society–experience with John Lockwood last night at the Bistro–wonderful meal however–the Correa’s were gracious! Jerry

I replied:

Dang, maybe the people been protesting the wrong thing? Maybe they should be protesting against God making people? I have said, and written, many times, humans are the invasive species, and I figure this planet can shake them off like fleas, if it takes mind to do that :-). Maybe the planet needs your good services to help get its thinking straightened out?

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: you are funny Sloan –if we are not the invasive species –we are by far the most destructive species –the WORST species—we have destroyed the absolute magnificence of the natural world (ie.- this planet)—we will NO doubt kill ourselves off –the humanity factor is dwindling hourly. The sands of the hour glass are running down—the most sane people are the ones that decide they need Psychiatric assistance—voluntarily, do have a nice evening——Jerry.

I replied:

Oh, my, after reading yours a while ago, I was again reminded of of my all-time favorite movie, “Man Facing Southeast”, in which a fellow just shows up in an Argentine hospital for the insane, there are no admittance records, no patient history charts, no treatment records.

Rantes and the psychatrist

When one of the psychiatrists who works there is given the task of finding out who the new patient is, by talking with the patient, the patient says he is a holographic projection out of a space ship, and he came to this planet, with others of his kind, to rescue human children, I suppose, from human adults.

When the psychiatrist asked the patient, who the psychiatrist knows is nuts, but needs to be humored and befriended, why he came to an insane asylum?, as opposed to asking how he got in there in the first place?, the patient says an insane asylum was where he was going to end up anyway, so why not just beam in there to start with?

Then, of course, the psychiatrist sets out to heal the patient, who actually is a space man, while the spaceman, who actually isn’t a patient, tries, along with the space man’s sister, who falls into love with the psychiatrist, to heal the psychiatrist.

Of course, the longer this goes on, and the more weird things happen in the asylum, like the other insane patients seem to be starting to get well, the psychiatrist’s boss, the asylum’s main psychiatrist, orders the psychiatrist to give the patient, who is a spaceman, but nobody believes him, more and more powerful drugs, until, yep, the space man, who is not a patient, dies of heart failure, and, yep, the attending psychiatrist runs off the spaceman’s sister and is left about as sick as when the story began.

So, while thinking I might write to you about that, again, I went out for spin on my bicycle, and over in Old Town I bumped into a couple I know standing in the middle of a crossing street, staring up at the sky like they sre expecting an arrival from somewhere up there, which, it turns out, that’s what they are doing: the international space station is due overhead, shortly.

So, just naturally, I have to tell them about my all-time favorite movie, and they seem really interested, and then they spot the space station moving across the sky, west to east, traveling pretty fast about 2,500 miles up, and I tell them this all has to be a sign from above, and they laugh, and say it has to be, and I tell them again to be sure and get “Man Facing Southeast,” and they say they will, and I say, the much later American movie, “K-PAX, was modeled after “Man Facing Southeast”. Starring Kevin Spacey, K-PAX is very good, but a weak knock-off of the Argentine movie, I say.

Leaving them, I end up somewhere for a while, which has a copy of this morning’s Citizen, and I open it and read the article about the big commotion at Key Haven last night, where you live, over Mosquito Control trying to sneak in genetically-engineered sterile male mosquitoes to breed with female mosquitoes, which are known to carry certain unpleasant to the invasive species diseases, and, that, too, I know has to be a sign from the heavens, since you live in Key Haven, and here we are discussing the invasive species, again, today.

It reminded of the first time I ran against County Commissioner George Neugent, after I had bought the place on Little Torch Key in 2006, and of being at a Key West Chamber of Commerce candidate forum, where I was asked if I thought Mosquito Control should be merged back into and managed by Monroe County again, like it used to be, or should Mosquito Control remain independent? I said I would get rid of Mosquito Control altogether, because I thought the stuff they used on mosquitoes was more harmful to people than the mosquitoes. The room stopped breathing. George Neugent, sitting right next to me, chuckled softly, said low, so nobody else could hear, “That would create lot of affordable housing.”

I already was of the view that humans were the invasive species in the Florida Keys, and the way to protect Mother Nature down here was to get rid of all the people living down here. Not kill them. Persuade them to move to the mainland. But I was not opposed to Mother Nature using her own forms of persuasion, Category 5 hurricanes frequently popped into my thoughts.

Roger, over, out :-)

Sloan

Jerry wrote early the next morning:

SLOAN Reducing the population to the 1956 level would be delightful and NO cruise ships;
(we are entitled to our fantasies and favorite movies and books to keep us sane).
and the noisy highly destructive jet skis-get rid of them——–kayaks, divers and sports fishermen welcome and of course nature appreciators—-hope you- had a restful sleep—enjoy life
each day [ critical like it was our last-]————–Jerry

I replied:

Fantasies? I was dead serious :-).

Katrina

Christine wrote:

Sloan –
MUCH of what you say in this email is all true.
I know you have offered yourself up as a candidate and I admire you for that, and you say “you (meaning me) kept telling him (you) he wasn’t a serious candidate”. There are just what seem to be unviable candidates but GREAT candidates – I don’t know why they don’t get elected. Maybe people just aren’t paying attention. Maybe they have ulterior motives in voting for those they do – think lobbying. Maybe people enjoy the status quo! Though they sure complain a lot about that! I voted for Ross Perot and Ron Paul and they did not stand a chance of getting elected though they made the others running look like bureaucratic ignorant fools (my opinion of course).
I never ran for office because of the sunshine laws, and I always thought you could do more working independently for common good using common sense and logical solutions. I was wrong.
I have been wrong about many things.
I am working to correct those.
Much business to finish up today and am just getting over being sick.
Later Sloan!
Christine

I replied:

Hi, Christine –

Sorry you’ve been sick. Hope you mend quickly. In my line of work, getting sick means something else is in play, probably not being addressed, and maybe not even known to be in need of being addressed. Most physical sickness is a projection out of the subconscious, or out of the soul, re sickness in those regions not being addressed and resolved.

Repeat, the angels offered me as a candidate; but for them, I would not have run for public office, and I may never have gotten involved in politics, and you may never have heard of me, because I was involved in very different stuff before the angels launched me from Maui to Key West in late 2000. Things I found maybe 2 people in Key West were somewhat actually involved in, although the entire fate of humanity might well depend on how those things end up playing out, based on what I have seen without my own two eyes and heard with my own two ears, and have been shown by the angels.

But then, perhaps the angels putting me into politics down here was the next stage of the fun they were having with me, for after coming to Key West and learning of its one human family claim, I saw the angels using me, and other people, to put Key West hard to that test, and I saw the angels were using Key West as a proxy for humanity, and how Key West responded to me and to other people the angels were using, was somehow measuring humanity through Key West’s responses to the angels’ agents in Key West, of which I seemed to be the only one who was aware of the much bigger picture show in progress. How the angels will proceed after concluding the Key West field test and research, I haven’t a clue, but I can’t say I’m hopeful the test is going well for Key West, thus not well for humanity.

Bringing that thought down to the present moment, you, among other local blue paper readers, continue to dodge my invitation to confess at the blue paper who you voted for in the recent mayor’s election: Mayor Craig Cates, Margaret Romero, me, no one. Reminds of the number of KW cops who confessed to killing Charles Eimers – zero. Birds of a feather. In the courtroom where I prosecute cases and stand trial myself day and night, there is no right against self incrimination and silence is confession of guilt.

I didn’t vote for Ron Paul or Ross Perot, because I didn’t want to see them in the Offal Orifice. As I recall, the last president candidate who got my vote was Bill Clinton. And he wasn’t a beauty contest winner, but he had opposed the Vietnam war, and during his second term he made a national USA apology to Vietnam, which I had told him in a letter before he got elected the first time, we were in correspondence over a novel the angels had pushed through me, Kundalina, Alabama, which I had sent to him, was his mission if he got elected president. Be that as it may, I doubt it matters who gets elected president of USA, Inc., which you have come pretty close to shedding and moving to Central America or South America.

If you voted for Craig Cates or Margaret Romero in this year’s mayoral, that said you enjoyed the status quo in Key West, even though you sure complain a lot about the status quo in Key West. I don’t see how the Sunshine Law caused you not to run for public office, unless you didn’t want to give up talking to any elected city officials you wanted to talk to anytime you could ring them up or send them an email. How many times over the years have I been told I have common sense and logical solutions? Common sense and logical solutions, Christine, are not what the status quo wants. The status quo fights common sense and logical solutions, because they threaten the status quo, which resists with all its might, like an living organism resists something life-threatening with all of its might.

That’s why, Christine, a government (system) cannot be changed from within. It can only be changed, if it does not kill the change agent, by being jumped out of itself, into a different system. Jesus, for example, was used to jump the system he engaged out of itself. Gandhi was used in that way. Martin Luther King was used in that way. Nelson Mandela was used in that way. Mother Teresa was used in that way. For examples.

The angels have used me in that way since right after they apprehended me in early 1987. Already, perhaps beyond my knowing, they were using me in that way, evidenced by the first three books I wrote, based on my experiences practicing law. Consumer-oriented books, the targets of the books, the Realtors (the first two books) and the lawyers (the third book), didn’t like. But the books were so chocked full of common sense and truth, based in actual experience, that the books spoke for themselves, and did not need me to champion them. The later books did the same. What I publish today does the same. As does what I say at government meetings, and what I have said at candidate forums. Systems are very, very difficult to change. My life goes easier, is more fun, if I view the entire process as poetry, a giant cosmic joke, a fool’s errand, with no goal other than to see what I’m made of, and whatever else happens is whatever else happens.

Sloan

P.S.

A person is a system, too. A system of beliefs, habits, ways, thinking, programming, and a person is just as difficult to change as a government, or a religion, or a family, or a business, for examples. The angels jumped me out of my system ongoing, and that’s still going on. While I have heard of people who jump themselves out of their own system, that does not seem to be my inclination. Without the angels jumping me out of my system, I probably would stay in it.

dunce

So, what other sport did the king, er, the angels come up with lately to banish care? 

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Gary Ek, aka Gweko Phlocker, aka Soundman from Hell, Norway, launched this howler onto Facebook yesterday.

Yup –
The more I see the news…. The More it disgusts me what life on that country North of Us, has turned into. The America I knew is Dead to me .

BOOM!

BOOM!

  • Sloan Bashinsky Naw, I’d rather have this Einstein.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky By the way, the dialect cartoon looks like something a white right wing Republican racist came up with. Or maybe that insults the KKK, my not giving credit where it’s due.
  • Don Nixon And I hear comments from a liberal lol ,…Always good for a laugh. Thanks buddy.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky This here liberal was raised by a black woman, who loved him as her own; her father was a slave on a south Alabama plantation. This here liberal spent a lot of time behaving like a redneck, despite the love his real mother lavished on him even when he deserved switchings instead. This here liberal told everyone he could that Barack Obama was seriously bad news, even as this here liberal told everyone he could that G.W. Bush and his father were seriously bad news. The liberal Einstein helped the A-bomb get invented, which turned out to be a wonderful present to humanity. The Navajo woman was right, Rev.Gweko, even if it was a made up story .
  • Don Nixon So…you trying to get a date with me? Sorry dude, I dont roll that way nor do I care what you claim to have done. Even retards can make up good stories now and then. Now grow a sense of humor and stop smelling your finger.
  • Sloan Bashinsky My stories are not made up, which is what retards do, because they have lost their creativity, or their guts, or their soul. Or all three. Karma is no joke, either. But is dang sure looks like a joke on the person it visits, but the person it visits don’t usually git the drift of de joke. I have some lady friends, who might be just dying to meet your acquaintance. I’ll share some pictures of them. The first is Kali.

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Then there’s this sweet thang.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky And this heart stealer.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky And this get straight to the point-er

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  • Sloan Bashinsky and this she-cat

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  • Sloan Bashinsky Rev. Gweko, they all agree wid what you used ta start dis here send the white invasive species back to where it came from parade.
  • Eddie Bricker Heavy Wait is one of the best books I have ever read.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Well, thanks, that sure came from out the wild blue yonder, Eddie.Amazon.com now has HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale in trade paperback, kindle, English and Spanish (mi no hablas Espanol, but a lot of people do), and there is large print trade paperback, in English and in Spanish. The kindle edition can be opened and read through the first few chapters, for free. As you know from reading the novel, none of it true except the parts you believe are, the first chapter is a strange tale of how the novel came to be, starting with a dream I had while sleeping in a doorway beside the bookstore on Fleming Street in Key West, and the rest of the book is the strange tale itself.

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
  • Eddie Bricker Yeah, I found a copy one day. I will buy another for a gift for someone though simply to give support to artist I enjoy. Cheers and thanks.
  • Eddie Bricker I rate it up there with John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy Of Dunces and Katherine Dunn’s Geek Love. Very fascinating read. Highly recommended.
  • Sloan Bashinsky I gave half dozen or maybe more copies of Heavy Wait to the Monroe County library system, after it was published by PublishAmerica in late 2006. Much later, it went to Amazon and into kindle and Spanish. I had a really good trial lawyer buddy, who said he was scared to read it, it might freak him out. He probably was right about that, since the “hero” is a kick-ass trial lawyer (plaintiff and criminal defense kind) who gets his world view slightly altered as the tale progresses, as do other folks who show up in the tale, and some folks, of course, have to be stick in the muds, who don’t change, otherwise, there wouldn’t have been any excitement , sort of like the local political scene around Key Weird Squared . I enjoyed A Confederacy of Dunces, but was sad learning the author took his own life before the book was even presented to a publisher by his mother as I recall – he was despondent?, that his artist career wasn’t going anywhere as remember the story of how the book came to be published. Have not heard of Greek Love. Need to find and read it, now that you’ve told me about it.

Lurking behind the the scenes in the fool theme for the past few days at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, has been a poem my entire 7th grade class was required to memorize and then stand and recite before the class, perhaps in the slight off chance we might have use of the poem at some future time.

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Edward Rowland Sill. 1841–1887

206. The Fool’s Prayer

THE ROYAL feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: “Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!”

The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.

He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the monarch’s silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: “O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!

“No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but, Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!

“‘T is not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
‘T is by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.

“These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.

“The ill-timed truth we might have kept—
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say—
Who knows how grandly it had rung?

“Our faults no tenderness should ask,
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders—oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.

“Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!”

The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
“Be merciful to me, a fool!”

Sloan as Smather's Beach

Perhaps more later for this new post at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com … perhaps more now, as there is something I removed from today’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, but saved in a draft folder. It is about something Christianity knows nothing, unfortunately. It’s told toward the end of a FB thread, started by a young woman I do not personally know. What follows is a snapshot of the kind of job I had with the angels before they shipped me to Key West, a great deal of which had to do with Christianity.

India

Well, now how about stretching the bungee cord a bit tighter?

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I reported some of this next email thread a few days ago, before it e-x-p-a-n-d-e-d just below Pocahantas, she ain’t, licking the ice cream cone :-).

  • Erin Bean Mayer
    Erin Bean Mayer

    I admire and appreciate you. Thank you for saying what you said. Many people stand behind you.

  • Sloan Bashinsky
    Sloan Bashinsky

    Thanks. I get the sense a few angels stand behind me, too, and on top of me . Are you in Asia right now? I ask, based on some of the photos in your timeline?

  • Erin Bean Mayer
    Erin Bean Mayer

    No I’m going back in two weeks. I’m currently in Key West. I work with Sherrie Waltz, who I presume you know, at the bakery. She speaks highly of you.

  • Sloan Bashinsky
    Sloan Bashinsky

    Sherrie went off her meds ? I went through the Bangkok airport once, en route to Kathmandu, to do a soul-searching trek up to Anapurna Base Camp, it would turn out, in mid-September 1995. My one time wandering around on the ground in Asia, but that was kinda high up, mostly, except in Kathmandu. After I probably found what I was searching for, but didn’t quite recognize it a the time, I wended my way back to the Sates, via Australia and New Zealand, and then what I didn’t quite recognize got a bit more serious, in stages up to the Key West stage . I think the name of the playhouse might be “Fool’s Theater”, but the physical address is kind of a moving target .

  • Erin Bean Mayer
    Erin Bean Mayer

    Ahaha, I think everyone’s theatre is called “Fool’s Theatre”. Some of us just recognize the title more than others. I essentially did the same trip. I hiked the Annapurna area, trekked the Nepalese jungles a bit, headed to India. Did Australia first though. I also found something very profound but I didn’t recognize it until I came back to Key West completely broke. Ha. Next: Hong Kong. Lots movement going on there right now.

  • Sloan Bashinsky
    Sloan Bashinsky

    I landed completely broke in Key West in late 2000, stayed that way quite a while,until the great speckled dropped a wad on me in early 2006, but that’s gone now and I’m at least drawing Social Security retirement benefits, instead of nothing, as in 2000 and thereafter. Being broke in Key West taught me things about this city not being broke here can’t be learned, and things about humanity, and about me. Heap fun. I recommend it to all politicians, religious people, capitalists, law enforcement officers, priests … I tend to turn in each night hoping I will be moved to heaven by the time I wake up again, but, so far, that has not been in the stars. Perhaps the stars have something lined up I don’t see lurking around the next bend – yet. Maybe if I saw it, I might freak out, or die and go to heaven .

  • Sloan Bashinsky
    Sloan Bashinsky

    Perhaps it was your mention of India, later today I was reminded of a dream in the fall of 2002, in which my 7th wife, Patricia, and last wife, so far, came to me in a dream and said, “Sloan, you married Kali!” I woke right up, terrified. I then drew a number of soul drawings of Kali, which went by the wayside over the ensuing years, I hope she didn’t get all bent out of shape over that, as I really liked those drawings, nothing like the kind in the Hindu art of her. The last drawing I did of Kali, probably in 2007, I still have, top drawing below. The bottom drawing is one of Patricia’s, also circa 2007. She was part Cherokee, some of her ancestors did the trail of tears. All of the soul drawings actually drew themselves. It wasn’t Kali I bumped into up at Anapurna,though. It was the Christ, nothing like the religious version. But as time passed, I came to view Kali kinda like a female version of Jesus, in the destruction and rebirth sense – waaaa!!!

    Welcome home, Kalilollipop

  • Erin Bean Mayer
    12/6, 3:23pm
    Erin Bean Mayer

    Luckily most of us will never see the end coming. That is a secret blessing. I’ve only been homeless once. It was a short bout. Nothing I would normally even mention. A week or two. I had been beaten up by a police officer and realized how precious my life was. I immediately realized I was living my life for all the wrong reasons and dropped out of premed school, to my family’s dismay. Hence the lack of housing. I stood my ground and lived in my car. Just that very short time changed me. I can’t imagine what others go through but I sympathize with them to say the least…that same year I took my first trip to Asia. Never looked back now I’m back in school for global studies at New School in NYC.

  • Erin Bean Mayer
    12/6, 3:27pm
    Erin Bean Mayer

    Those are beautiful and I appreciate you sharing that experience. It’s funny you say that because when I was in Mumbai, one day I suddenly thought “I want to go to church”. No real reason. Just a feeling. My moms family is cuban catholic and offered me the only real sense of religion I had growing up. Maybe I was longing for home. Either way, I went to a Catholic Church. It was run down but somehow beautiful. I sat there for a long while. I felt the sense that the “god” I felt from within was a different being than the one I heard about growing up. I had always known that I suppose but it was driven home that day. Beautiful experiences

  • Sloan Bashinsky
    Sloan Bashinsky

    I just a little while ago saw your 2 new messages. Earlier today, I saw your friend request, and other people’s, and accepted same. I’m kinda lax about checking for new friend requests, probably need to stop being lax.

    I was traveling with a really tuned-in woman, when I reached Mumbai. On our way in from the airport, headed for the waterfront in a taxi hoping to find an affordable hotel, we passed huge “settlements” of barely-clothed poor people sitting or lying on flattened paper boxes or on sheets or on nothing, on mud. I wondered where they relieved themselves? Where they got drinking water? Or food. There numbers were huge. My lady said all she saw in the air were serpents. I said not the nice kind of serpents on the Saturday morning cartoons. No, not those kind of serpents, she said.

    We did find a hotel about two blocks down the street from the Taj Mahal Hotel, which was $50 US a night. We later went into and hung out some in the Taj Mahal. I asked the reception desk how much a double was for the night? $1,500. Out on the sidewalk were young girls, maybe 10, with babies on their hips, begging for alms. Across the street, on the promenade, more well off, but still not rich, citizens were walking, fishing, hanging out. The monsoon was close, the sky was overcast. The air was full of black and white crows in their scavenger, as opposed perhaps, to their messengers from the gods mode.

    I told it all, this would stretch into a much longer story of how violently ill my lady got in Durbin, South Africa, after we went to the Indian Consulate to get visas for India. So ill, that we changed our itinerary, so instead of spending only 3 days on Mauritius, en route to Mumbai, and 30 days in India, we spent 30 days in Mauritius, which we liked, as a country, but not the horrible spirit work the angels dumped on us there, and 3 days in Mumbai.

    On Mauritius, I started getting a notion that there was an evil greater than Lucifer, and then my lady heard Archangel Michael say, if Sloan can conceive of an evil greater that Lucifer, then it exists. Then, Jesus and his mother, Mary, came to my lady and told her that Jesus was sexually molested by Mary when Jesus was young; incest was as common back then, as today, she was told.

    I was enraged, not over the news, but because the matter had been kept secret and I knew that had wreaked havoc in the collective soul of Christendom. Shortly, maybe a dozen huge, white hot lesions, each about the size of a dime, erupted between my lady’s thighs, the physical proof that she had heard the truth. After a couple of days of that, I knew she and I needed to make love, to get that to move through and out. She was, understandably, reluctant, the boils were awful, but she also knew it was what needed to happen. It was quite beautiful, actually, and by the next day the boils were receding.

    The revelation made a lot of things in the Gospels make sense to me, which had not previously made sense. Won’t go into all of that, but only to say I figured I now knew why everything Jesus said to and about his mother in the Gospels was pejorative.

    I felt awful in my G.I. tract the entire time in Mauritius, and also in India. It lifted back to its old normal not all that fun self by the time we reached Tokyo, headed for Hawaii. We were traveling on credit cards, by getting cash advances against same, as we had no money otherwise. America to Costa Rica, to South Africa, to Mauritius, to India, to Tokyo, to Hawaii, where the credit card companies finally figured out what we were up to and cut us off. Thankfully, we were back in the States, just barely.

    We went homeless on Maui. Some months later, it was too much for us as a couple, and I was told in my sleep to go to the Keys. I said, on waking, fine, I love the Keys, but I have no money. In three days’ time, I was in the air, headed for Los Angeles, to rendezvous with an old friend, who also was being hammered by the angels. He provided bus fare to KW. In route, in Tallahassee, actually, the state capitol, I was told in a dream I was going to be getting into politics. I awoke, in shock. I hated politics.

    That’s how I arrived in Key West in December 2000, broke and homeless. Very abbreviated version.

    Now here is the story of how I met the woman who was visited by Jesus and his mother, as I recently told it to the shaman Sandra Ingerman,

    who lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. 

    I wrote to Sandra:

    The angels, bless their hearts, among other gifts, did stuff to me that enabled me to go into/receive/experience the other realms without aids of this world; mostly, though, it was spontaneous, not something I willed, although I am able to get quiet and wait on stuff to show up in my inner vision and senses, when I’m “awake”, as opposed to zonked out sawing logs, or whatever. I once did that a lot, many times a day, after the angels opened me to the spirit realms in the fall of 1993.

    It was very beautiful at first, then the rest of it started showing up, and that was not very beautiful. I became all too familiar with my demonic twin, and many other people’s, too, and demonic spirits, including Lucifer. Heaps fun.

    I knew waking from a nap that, despite our schedules, I would tell you the model for the heroine in Heavy Wait was a woman I actually knew. She was referred to me by a professional psychic friend living in Illinois, for me to teach her how do what I just described: go into the spirit realms, receive what was their to receive, experience the result, which tended to play out in human ways, often a bit quirky.

    When the refreral called me, though, she was in Ohio, I was in Birmingham, this was maybe May 1999, she said she felt she was going to die, if I could not help her. Could I help her? I said, yes, I could help her with God’s help, but she would have to die. Did she know what I meant? She said, yes, she thought she understood.

    We talked a while, and then I mailed her two novels I had written and some non-fiction writings, and we continued talking daily and evenings, as she would call me. She said she’d been to Peru, and had, with other people, done ceremony with a local shaman, and had used the vine, as the shaman shepherded them through the journeys. She said she felt called to go back to Peru.

    I suppose we talked day and night for a week, then she went silent. A few days later she called, with a wild story. After reading the novel about a young woman who had been spiritually raped by her fanatical backwoods Christian preacher father, she was in her living room one morning and Jesus and Archangel Michael came in front of her and something was projected onto the wall of her living room, like a slide projection.

    INAPPROPRIATE
    SEXUAL BEHAVIOR
    FATHER

    Then, her house started shaking, the walls, ceiling, floor and fireplace were bending, demons were coming out of the fireplace and walls, and it went on about 20 minutes, as she stood frozen, back against a wall, during which time Jesus and Archangel Michael told her she’d had sex with her father from age 3, to age 18, when she left her parents’ home and never returned. Then the pandemonium ended.

    She said she did leave her parents’ home when she was 18, she knew she had to leave, but she did not know why. She said they were not religious, did not attend church. She had no religious programming in her; she was, for want of a better word, a New Age healer, using reflexology to enter her clients and get them talking and starting to get better. She said she had no conscious recollection of the incest.

    Then, all hell started breaking lose inside of her, in healing sessions the angels initiated and performed in her soul and body, each time she was on the telephone with me. Having been through much the same myself, which was beyond human words or imaginings, for the same reason, but it was from my mother, who had molested me in my crib, which I did not remember, but I relived every infraction, the healing took about three weeks, 2-3 sessions a day, terrifying not of this world, I held the Ohio woman’s hand through each healing session. Her healing in that way took about two weeks, as I recall.

    Then, she started saying the angels were telling her she and I were supposed to be together, and I kept saying I was with the love of my life and she was experiencing psychotherapeutic transference, it would pass; and she kept saying the angels kept telling her to wait and see, and sure enough, the love of my life blew up our relationship and was told in her sleep, by God she told me, that she was not the one. A devout Christian, she was freaked out terrified.

    So, I went to Ohio, to meet my new Eve, sight unseen, I had no idea what she looked like. The next part of her healing just naturally was to couple with me physically. She’d never had an orgasm, she said, through intercourse. She got over that in one day. She never remembered the incest, but she never doubted it had happened, after what she had been through with the angels.

    I told her the psychic never picked up on what was wrong with her, because the psychic would not have known what to do about it. She seemed to have lost interest in returning to Peru. Then, the real fun started, which is another story entirely, not reflected in Heavy Wait.

    Of all the people I have known, she was the only person who was able, or was taken, into the full program I already was in. She changed into it at warp speed, however, compared to my pace. She was talking with Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek all the time. And she had no religious programming in her. She was an indigenous Anglo shaman, a projection of the divine feminine devoid of human religious programming, is perhaps the best way I can think to say it. While I was full of such programming, but the angels took me through it into something else entirely.

    Sloan

Sandra’s and my entire correspondence, so far, with a link to her website, is found in the eagle medicine, among other tales of Key West and Santa Fe post at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com.

 

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Sandra Ingerman, above, a shaman living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, replied to what I wrote about her in the day before yesterday’s the old psychiatrist and the old mystic dream and shaman exposition post at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com:

Hi Sloan!

What a blast into the past! Sylvia, my webmaster forwarded your email to me.

I think of you often as I still have the books you wrote. So I see them on my bookshelf from time to time.

I do not believe I told you that you were beyond my help. But in shamanism it is important to understand that shamanic healing works on the spiritual cause of emotional and physical illness. So sometimes you can perform shamanic healings but other work is needed by bridging in medicine and psychotherapy.

Shamanism is not a magic wand. Sometimes it can be when a person is “ripe” for a miraculous healing to occur.

I have worked with thousands of clients since I saw you and trained tens of thousands of students. There are amazing stories of the healing power of shamanism. And there are times when some other form is required so that a client can be healed.

But thank you for remembering me. Thank you for sharing with readers my bio and website. I appreciate it.

I had a difficult split with Michael Harner and the FSS about 10 years ago. Organizations can get pretty controlling. And I needed the freedom to evolve my work to help people in our culture and face the challenges of our times.

I have been working away. As of this year I have written 10 books and continue to teach. I am mostly focused on training teachers and practitioners who can carry on my work and keep the work fresh and inspired by evolving the work as it needs to over time.

I hope you are well and happy!

Let me know when you receive this email. Some of my emails get lost in cyberspace.

Blessings! Sandra

Sent from my I Pad with bright blessings

I replied:

Hi, Sandra –

Now if I did not receive your email, I would not know to let you know I did not receive it :-). But I did received it, and I’m glad I did.

You did tell me that. I had a number of highly-regarded healers tell me what I was involved in was beyond their range. Finally, I stopped going to healers. Then, the real fun began :-).

I’d forgotten I gave you some of the books I’d written. Or had written on and through me, not much fun a lot of that transposition.

When I came to you, I was in what turned out to be a 4-year dark night of the soul, which nobody can do anything about, and the “victim” has to endure and ride it out. I also had a severe G.I. tract difficulty for may years, which the dark night exacerbated horribly, and that’s what caused me to contact you, hoping that would being relief.

I was shown much later, as in years later, 2011, by the angels running me, that the G.I. tract condition was karma I created many years earlier, gruesome details I won’t tell again, although I did tell it a few times at my websites.

I wrote at goodmorningkeywest.com yesterday, that I went round and round about that with a younger woman, who had been trained by South American shamans; she was convinced I could end that karma all by myself. I told her, no more than a prison inmate can parole himself. I kept bugging her to journey and talk with the angels who had connected her up with me in a most interesting way, which could not be ignored – this was not a romantic liaison.

Finally, after considerable putting off, she did a journey, using the sacred vine, which I suppose I knew was how she would do it, but I wasn’t sure. She reported back that she had met with the angels and they spoke in one voice: LOVE. But they, apparently, did not tell her the karma would be lifted, for she did not say she heard that. She went off on a lot of stuff about herself, and that night in a dream, using ayahuasca to journey was likened to taking steroids. When I reported that back to her, and she said she didn’t think she would ever talk to me again. Haven’t heard back from her since.

She was not like you. But I mention her because of the karma, which even to this day is with me, but nothing so bad as when I came to you in that dark night of the soul. The next dark night, which onset suddenly in early 1997, and ran 16 months, was far worse, made the dark night before seem like heaven in bright sunshine. I prayed to die, and daily planned it, but something kept staying my hand. My soul left, had to be reattached by the angels after the black night ended. That was the fall of 1998. Then, a lot more fun began :-).

As for Michael Harner, after I saw his letterhead at his website, and all the people who were officers and directors, I think maybe I wrote to you that that was a lot of officers. Maybe around the time I wrote to you after reading your Falling In To Love book, with the tiger on the front jacket? Perhaps I should have said more.

I was concerned, based on Harner’s website, that there was way too much testosterone (yang), and not nearly enough estrogen (yin) in how he was going about it, and I imagined that was bleeding into his organization and teaching and shaman work. So, I’m actually relieved to hear from you that you no longer are associated with him, and are doing your own path, which I imagine is being steered/arranged ongoing by your spirit guides, yes?

I had two indirect experiences with Michael Harner.

The first was in 2008, as I recall. A fellow I was getting to know in Key West introduced me to his sister, whom he thought might like to know me and perhaps we might become an item. She lived elsewhere and our conversations were by email. As I told her little about myself, she said, well, she had lived with a shaman in New York City, I think it was, who had trained under Michael Harner. I told her that I knew of Harner, through you and his website, and I thought he was not as far along as he thought he was.

I felt at that point, that the reason she and I were introduced, was for her brother’s benefit, as he was in some difficulty with the law, and it was obvious to me that I was supposed to try to help him, not by journeying, but by simply talking, as per the books I had written years earlier.

And, it was obvious he thought I was making up I was a shaman, and he had no regard for shamans either. He claimed to be Buddhist. So, his sister was brought in to tell him, yeah, shamans exist, she had lived with one, and she got to where she could not cope with all the black bird spiritual warfare he was in, and she had to leave him to save herself – she was exhausted, drained, she had told me.

I told her brother what she was there for, but he didn’t respond. But by and by, he told me she had come to Key West for a visit, and they were having dinner that night, and I said I’d like to drop by for a few minutes, just to meet her face to face, then I’d be on my way. He said okay, and I got to meet her. We talked a few minutes, with the other people, then I left.

The next time I conversed with her brother, I told him she didn’t look well, I was concerned for her. He said some cancerous cells had returned. That was by email. Later that day, I was overcome with knowing the cancer was the result of her being with the shaman, whose feminine was deficient, or non-existent, and her feminine had been sucked out of her into him, probably inadvertently. I told him that, and that the angels were ready, willing and able to help her. Dead end. I finally told her. Dead end.

The other indirect experience with Michael Harner was the Vietnam combat veteran I met online through a German woman now living in Key West. What’s that fellow’s name? It now escapes me. He eventually moved to Sweden, or perhaps Norway? I think he spent time in Denmark, too.

He told me early on that he had stopped taking drugs, was my understanding. I ass-u-me-ed he meant the vine, but I wasn’t sure. Oh, now I remember. Jonathan Horwitz. He seemed to have a large following. Mostly it looked like grassroots political activism for the environment and other “liberal” causes. He offered workshops around his area, and in Great Britain. I didn’t feel connected. But then, I seldom feel connected in that way. I have known only a few people getting a dose of what I get, and only one got as much of a dose as I was getting, until it was more than we could take together.

From time to time I hear of someone bringing a shaman to Key West, either Native North American or South American. But to be honest, I never got the sense much was happening. Key West is not like Santa Fe or Boulder. Superficial is in charge. Even though there is an energy vortex here similar to the one in the Himalaya, the Andes, and the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The Sedona vortex felt weird to me, the brief time I was there in 1995. This vortex is buffered by Key West’s energy, which is ribald. A great place to hide out, to keep from getting locked up and the key thrown away :-).

A novel fell out of me, literally, in mid-2001, which might interest people inclined toward spiritual healing and upheavaling and being taken over by the spirit world, especially people who were sexually molested in childhood. It’s a quick read. HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale. Amazon.com now has it in trade paper back and kindle, in English and in Spanish, and in large print. The first chapter is a story of how the strange tale came to be told, which is a strange tale in and of itself. Amazon lets people see the first few chapters of kindle books, for free.

Sounds like your life is full and exciting. Mine is exciting. And often very hard. And generally lonely in the not having anyone around to talk about most of what I experience and see and have learned. There is a younger woman in north Georgia, who is super spirit gifted, who I talk with about it. She’s getting clobbered. Maybe she will live :-). How we met was a strange tale, as well. All of my life is a strange tale.

Thanks for writing back. It lifted my spirits :-).

Sloan

Sandra wrote last night:

Hi Sloan!

Great to hear from you to continue our conversations!

My life has been about journeying through one dark night of the soul after another. What an initiation and learning!! So although I believe everyone’s journey into the dark night of the soul is different I believe I can empathize.

My two mantras are always:
The only way out is through
The strength of my spirit will carry me through.

I do remember well your gastrointestinal issues. Before you would show up for your sessions I would double over in stomach pain. I had to learn how to separate myself from what you were going through. This was the only time this has happened to me in my years of working with clients.

The vine teaches about unconditional love. And unconditional cures and ends all karma. But we are humans with personalities and our soul continues to evolve as we learn the lessons that life provides for us.

Well I am on a writing deadline. So enough for now!

I will order “Heavy Wait”.

Blessings! Sandra

Sent from my I Pad with bright blessings

I replied today:

Morning, Sandra:

I think I recall you saying you knew of dark nights, from having them yourself.

The karma behind the G.I. malaise is extreme. I recall you saying the first time I came to see you, that you had picked it up in your own G.I. tract, but I don’t recall you saying it had doubled you over, or that you had never had something like that happen before. Even back then, it was my impression from what all I’d read, that shamans routinely pick up what they are treating in people who come to them for help. I do it, ongoing. Maybe I need to talk about that with the angels who trained me :-). Maybe I ought to try to figure out a way to give back to them :-). LOL

I awoke remembering only one dream from last night. A somewhat large non-poisonous snake, perhaps a corn snake, was going into a woman’s home, and I went in telling her I was looking for the snake, to have it for dinner. Then I “heard” the name of the fellow whose sister had lived with the shaman in New York City, and I awoke knowing that was a go to publish your and my correspondence today at goodmorningkeywest.com.

In September 2013, I met a really interesting Anglo man here in Key West, who had spent a great deal of time in the Amazon, and who said he had used the vine a lot, and it had not hurt him. To the contrary, it had helped him a lot. He told me to read One River, by Wade Davis , which I did after finding it in our local library.

Quite fascinating documentary of the use of the vine and, to some extent, peyote, as well as the US’s attempt to develop rubber resources in the Amazon basis. As was fascinating, Davis’s earlier book, The Serpent and the Rainbow, about the secret societies of Haiti.

Davis is an ethno-botanist/anthropologist, is about as good as I can describe him. He is not a shaman, based on his writings, but he had lots of encounters with them in the Amazon area. As did other men about whom he wrote, who had preceded him, one his college professor, another an Englishman 100 years prior.

I had a few more dark nights myself, after the killer dark night of 16 months, which suddenly onset in early 1997. It was so bad that I didn’t even figure out what it was until I was coming out of it. And out from under the “clutches” of psychiatry and its not in the least kind drugs, which were months finally leaving my physical system, after I finally was able to wean from them, with the angels’ help. I tried three times during the black night to get off the pills, and it was like what I’d read quitting heroin cold turkey is like. How I got myself into doing a “field residency” in psychiatry is another story entirely, perhaps some day I will find it amusing, but I’m not there yet.

My path, aka my mantra, quite simply is, surrender, surrender, surrender, for the angels proved to me many times they are running this picture show and are the boss of me, even though, of course, parts of me still act like they are the boss, which tends to produce various unhappy endings and, sometimes, laughter, not mine, but the angels’.

I had a good night’s sleep last night, for me; the dreams were actually easy on me; I did not feel like I was being poisoned by whatever evil I was taking on next, all of which is typical of most of my nights, and even my naps, which, I suppose, sleeping, are my “drug of choice”. On waking, I told the angels they were slipping, not beating me up during the night. Perhaps they were trying to be respectful of you :-). I hope whatever was behind it, stays behind it :-).

As I wrote in what I published the other day, I do very little journeying, in the sense shamans experience that. Perhaps unawares I am journeying, but, for me, the work is what I engage in human ways, which life serves up; or rather, the angels arrange for life to serve up. That seems to be in sync with the first books the angels had me write, which were about responding differently to life’s dramas, from the automatic, programmed, expected responses. And, in that way, consciously participate in the change and healing such different ways of responding to the dramas produce.

That, and when I engage the human projections out of the spirit world, that, by proxy, engages the spirit components. It’s upside down and backwards from how I understand shamans historically work. As far as I know, I never fixed anyone, but I did see people “get better” by responding differently to life’s dramas. [And, I saw angels heal people, including me, of horrible soul wounds.] Today, mostly, I am doing much the same work, but in political arenas, mostly local, but not always; and, boy, do I really not like politics!

Did a bit of politicking at the end of last night’s city commission meeting, which fun I suppose I will cover in today’s ravings at goodmorningkeywest.com. The angels nudged me to start that website in July 2007, and today’s post there will be #2692. Saves having to deal with book agents, publishing houses and editors, but is a labor of love, blood, sweat and tears, and not a money-making enterprise, so far.

If you like, I can send you a couple of copies of Heavy Wait, one in English, one in Spanish, as I know from having lived in Santa Fe for a while, Anglos are a minority group there :-). Or were.

Vaya con Dios,

Sloan

Here’s a link to Sandra’s website: Sandra Ingerman

Meanwhile, A little birdie told me yesterday afternoon

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to look at bigpinekey.com’s Coconut Telegraph, which I had not opened since last Friday. Nothing tugged at me on yesterday’s CT, Tuesday, so I went back a day and found:

[“Police cover up Eimers wrongful death”] Sloan Bashinsky, please use your training as an attorney to consolidate the ‘Eimers’ Evidence’ and forward it to the DOJ. Stop the fault finding and criticism of others working to correct this injustice. Friend and foe alike know that John Donnelly is an accomplished and effective advocate for the less fortunate. He’s spent his life educating disabled and abandoned children, while serving his community.Mr. Bashinsky, I’ve followed you on your web-page for a very long time. I believe that you are a man capable of great things. Please use your blessings constructively and spearhead a formal request urging DOJ intervention into Mr. Eimer’s death. If you put your mind to it, much good will come of your effort.

Unfortunately, that comment did not provide CT readers with the back story, which was John Donnelly himself had submitted to the blue paper (www.thebluepaper.com):

“I’ve been apprised that the continued festering of this wound has become a source of embarrassment, rendering a ‘black mark’ upon the Justice Department. Although undergoing a change in leadership, they’ve described the ‘criminal negligence’ implicated in this matter, as having reached a ‘tipping point’.”

That comment showed John himself was in touch with the US Department of Justice (Justice Department), and there was a problem in DOJ re the Eimers case. When I tried to get John to name the DOJ officials, he declined.

John has demonstrated he is perfectly capable of collecting and presenting mountains of evidence to state and federal law enforcement and regulatory agencies. But he is not the right person to do what this reader requested of me in the Eimers case, nor am I the right person.

The right people are the people who have collected the evidence, Naja and Arnaud Girard, who co-publish the blue paper.

NajaArnaud Girard

Araud himself is a lawyer; he and Naja together have considerable experience in filing lawsuits, which they prosecute themselves. The other right people, who also have collected the evidence, are the Key West Horan law firm, and the mainland plaintiff lawyers they retained, to help them prosecute the civil lawsuit they filed in behalf of the Eimers children in federal court.

My role in the Eimers case is different, evident to anyone who followed my many reports on the case at www.goodmorningkeywest.com, snippets which, usually out of context, CT’s Deer Ed cherry picks for the CT, without disclosing where he cherry picked it.

The reason the Key West cops killed Charles Eimers, quite simply, was because they believed he was homeless. If you have not yet seen the second bystander’s video, only recently found by the Horan law firm, which the blue paper published Friday a week ago, you should watch at video and see for yourself how the cops murdered Charles Eimers on Thanksgiving Day, 2013.

EIMERS DEATH-IN-CUSTODY UPDATE: Missing Video Surfaces

Ooops, I just now tried to open that link, and also www.bluepaper.com, the are not working. Something comes up saying they are doing some housekeeping, and will be back online later. The website was not working last night, either. And I emailed Naja, to let her know that. And that a friend of mine had the same trouble trying to open the blue paper website.

I spoke to the Eimers case during closing citizen comments at last night’s Key West City Commission meeting, which I also mentioned to Naja in my email, and said I thought closing citizen comments began about 7:30 p.m. What I said went something like:

“A was at the candlelight memorial on South Beach Thanksgiving night, for Charles Eimers. I told the people there what Charles Eimers meant, when he told the police officer who made the traffic stop that he had come to Key West to do God’s work, and then he proceeded to do it, although not in the way he had thought. His heart was about to go out at any moment, what better way for his soul to go out in a blaze of glory, than what then happened? He was killed by Key West police officers in the same spot on South Beach the previous Thanksgiving. I saw commissioners Teri Johnston and Clayton Lopez there. The reason the police killed Eimers was not because he left the traffic stop. It was not because he was armed. It was not because the police officers feared for their lives. It was not because he was white. It was because the police officers thought he was homeless. We have [Officer] Gary Lee Lovette to thank for that. He said he had come down like, you all know what he said, on that bum. Around here, bum is synonymous with vagrant, being homeless. Karma is coming for this. What it will look like is not known. The karma for you commissioners, and you, mayor, who were not at the candlelight memorial will be worse than the karma for you commissioners who were there. Watch the blue paper’s second bystander’s video, to see how the police killed that man.”

I still had 20 seconds of the allowed three minutes, but I felt finished, and I stopped talking. Commissioner Mark Rossi then went nearly rabid, dressing me down, praising the police. After he had his say, I said, since he had called me out, I had a right under parliamentary procedure to respond, and also I still had 20 seconds, which the time clock on the wall above Mayor Cates showed. Mayor Cates said I’d had my time, it was the next speak. I said I had been called out and I still had 20 seconds. The clock started moving again. Mayor Cates said I’d had my time. I said I would take the 20 seconds. He said no, the 20 seconds ran out. He said my time was up. I said, no, he had used up my 20 seconds, I still had them.

I turned and looked at the citizen audience, in the back of which sat Police Chief Donnie Lee and an officer. I said something like, “Everyone here, and watching on TV, and in Key West needs to watch the blue paper’s second bystander video, to see the police murder Charles Eimers. If you do not watch that video, you do not believe in God, you do not believe in the truth, you do not believe in one human family [the city’s official philosophy], you do not believe in anything.”

I stopped talking and headed back to my seat, when Commissioner Tony Yaniz chimed in, not as strong as Mark Rossi, backing Rossi and the police department, the grand jury had cleared the police, etc., etc. I said I had a right to respond to that, too. The city attorney and Mayor Cates both said no. I was off the microphone, so the TV audience did not hear what I said. Nor that I asked Yaniz if he had even seen the second bystander video? When he said nothing, I said, I bet he had not watched it.

I saw the police officer in the back of the meeting hall headed in my direction. I looked at Donie Lee and said that was not necessary, I was leaving. Donie motioned for the officer to let me leave, which I did, glad to be out of there.

Down at the bottom of the steps on the sidewalk was a blue paper advertising stand, featuring the cover of this week’s blue paper front page article on the candle light ceremony, with my photo dwarfing all the other participants’. When I had noticed that before going into the city commission meeting, I had said to myself and the angels, well, that’s sure a sign that I’m to say the things during citizen comments, which I had known since early afternoon I was going to say.

The night before last, local attorney Robert Cintron, who represents the city’s Citizen (Police) Review Board, had told me in a dream to have at it in a city commission meeting. Naja Girard was there, with a skinny tree, with skinny limbs and no leaves, which someone broke into bits. Then Naja was standing at the speaker’s station. Then somebody pulled all of her hair out by the roots.

My uneducated backwoods north Georgia shaman-in-training friend, Brenda, told me this morning of a dream she had last night about a cricket. I said the dream was about Naja, who was the cricket. Brenda said the spirit was all over her after I said that.  I asked Brenda to write the dream down and email it to me. Here’s what she sent:

“I had a dream about this cinder block and there was a cricket in one of the wholes the whole on the right side of the cinder block and a black spider in the same whole the spider is chasing the cricket”

Maybe the spider messed with www.thebluepaper.com?, among other things dear to Naja?

Charles Eimers posed no threat to the cops. They did not think he was armed. They did not fear for their lives. They killed him because they thought he was homeless, and then began the massive cover up, all the way up to the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, and all the way over to State Attorney Catherine Vogel and her assistant state attorneys and the grand jury Vogel convened. There were juicy articles about the cover up in Friday before last’s blue paper – www.thebluepaper.com.

I just now tried again, and was able to get into www.thebluepaper.com, and into those juicy articles. I hope the blue paper was not hacked. But then, if it was, maybe that would tip the scales for the US Department of Justice to get involved.

Department of Justice

This Justice Department below has been involved since Thanksgiving 2013. This Justice Department below is why the blue paper was able to break the Charles Eimers case, and why the Horan law firm then agreed to get involved, and why the mainland law firm then agreed to join the Horan law firm in the federal lawsuit, and why the blue paper and the Horan law firm continued to turn up more evidence, which the blue paper reported.

Jesus clears temple

Michael slays Satan

Archangel Michael slays Satan

Sloan Bashinsky
keysmyhome@hotmail.com

Sloan angel

After publishing the above, I sent a copy of it to Sandra Ingerman, who replied:

Hi Sloan!

I began teaching a beautiful and powerful a seven week teleconferencing class last night that has over 1100 signed up.

So for the next week or so as everyone settles into the class I have to focus on answering questions and writing up some supplemental information.

I cannot rely deeply to your email at this time.

Yes, the vine is a powerful way to take people into the invisible and transcendent realms. And also many people receive great healing from the vine.

Due to trying to bridge shamanism into the modern day world to be fully present and learn how to live an empowered life I teach shamanic journeying using drumming as the way to enter into the non-ordinary realms.

But yes the vine is a way that is used in shamanic cultures in Central and South America.

Surrender is good! Surrendering to the power and healing of the angels and our helping spirits is how healing happens.

In a couple of weeks I can answer emails in a deeper and more thoughtful way.

Blessings! Sandra

I replied:

Well, Sandra, you have much on your plate! I never considered teleconferencing, that might explain how you have taught tens of thousands :-). A bit slow on modern technology, me; I once swore I’d never have a computer; then after I got one, it was the dickens, years, me using the Internet and email :-). Cave man. Can’t see lots of people signing up to learn what can happen to them, if angels get a hold of them :-), but maybe I need new eyes,, since that’s what happened to the “hero” and the “heroine” in Heavy Wait. Wonder if I will dream about any of this, the vine, whatever? Later. Sloan

Sandra wrote:

Thanks for your understanding!

I do teach many classes at retreat centers.

But so many people cannot afford to travel that sometimes I do online classes. This is my first teleconferencing class.

Blessings! Sandra

I replied:

The angels, bless their hearts, among other gifts, did stuff to me that enabled me to go into/receive/experience the other realms without aids of this world; mostly, though, it was spontaneous, not something I willed, although I am able to get quiet and wait on stuff to show up in my inner vision and senses, when I’m “awake”, as opposed to zonked out sawing logs, or whatever. I once did that a lot, many times a day, after the angels opened me to the spirit realms in the fall of 1993.

It was very beautiful at first, then the rest of it started showing up, and that was not very beautiful. I became all too familiar with my demonic twin, and many other people’s, too, and demonic spirits, including Lucifer. Heaps fun.

I knew waking from a nap that, despite our schedules, I would tell you the model for the heroine in Heavy Wait was a woman I actually knew. She was referred to me by a professional psychic friend living in Illinois, for me to teach her how do what I just described: go into the spirit realms, receive what was their to receive, experience the result, which tended to play out in human ways, often a bit quirky.

When the referal called me, though, she was in Ohio, I was in Birmingham, this was maybe May 1999, she said she felt she was going to die, if I could not help her. Could I help her? I said, yes, I could help her with God’s help, but she would have to die. Did she know what I meant? She said, yes, she thought she understood.

We talked a while, and then I mailed her two novels I had written and some non-fiction writings, and we continued talking daily and evenings, as she would call me. She said she’d been to Peru, and had, with other people, done ceremony with a local shaman, and had used the vine, as the shaman shepherded them through the journeys. She said she felt called to go back to Peru.

I suppose we talked day and night for a week, then she went silent. A few days later she called, with a wild story. After reading the novel about a young woman who had been spiritually raped by her fanatical backwoods Christian preacher father, she was in her living room one morning and Jesus and Archangel Michael came in front of her and something was projected onto the wall of her living room, like a slide projection.

INAPPROPRIATE
SEXUAL BEHAVIOR
FATHER

Then, her house started shaking, the walls, ceiling, floor and fireplace were bending, demons were coming out of the fireplace and walls, and it went on about 20 minutes, as she stood frozen, back against a wall, during which time Jesus and Archangel Michael told her she’d had sex with her father from age 3, to age 18, when she left her parents’ home and never returned. Then the pandemonium ended.

She said she did leave her parents’ home when she was 18, she knew she had to leave, but she did not know why. She said they were not religious, did not attend church. She had no religious programming in her; she was, for want of a better word, a New Age healer, using reflexology to enter her clients and get them talking and starting to get better. She said she had no conscious recollection of the incest.

Then, all hell started breaking lose inside of her, in healing sessions the angels initiated and performed in her soul and body, each time she was on the telephone with me. Having been through much the same myself, which was beyond human words or imaginings, for the same reason, but it was from my mother, who had molested me in my crib, which I did not remember, but I relived every infraction, the healing took about three weeks, 2-3 sessions a day, terrifying not of this world, I held the Ohio woman’s hand through each healing session. Her healing in that way took about two weeks, as I recall.

Then, she started saying the angels were telling her she and I were supposed to be together, and I kept saying I was with the love of my life and she was experiencing psychotherapeutic transference, it would pass; and she kept saying the angels kept telling her to wait and see, and sure enough, the love of my life blew up our relationship and was told in her sleep, by God she told me, that she was not the one. A devout Christian, she was freaked out terrified.

So, I went to Ohio, to meet my new Eve, sight unseen, I had no idea what she looked like. The next part of her healing just naturally was to couple with me physically. She’d never had an orgasm, she said, through intercourse. She got over that in one day. She never remembered the incest, but she never doubted it had happened, after what she had been through with the angels.

I told her the psychic never picked up on what was wrong with her, because the psychic would not have known what to do about it. She seemed to have lost interest in returning to Peru. Then, the real fun started, which is another story entirely, not reflected in Heavy Wait.

Of all the people I have known, she was the only person who was able, or was taken, into the full program I already was in. She changed into it at warp speed, however, compared to my pace. She was talking with Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek all the time. And she had no religious programming in her. She was an indigenous Anglo shaman, a projection of the divine feminine devoid of human religious programming, is perhaps the best way I can think to say it. While I was full of such programming, but the angels took me through it into something else entirely.

Sloan

 

 

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Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, continued our attendance at the Charles Eimers candlelight memorial discussion reported in yesterday’s  journalism as a contact sport, Key West edition post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

Sloan: the guests 70 year residents of Key West were not acquainted with the Charles Eimers INJUSTICE have been raised here in Key West on Duval –a big house;
they were recovering from Trauma so we just could not force them..
I think I may have located my dream notes from Alaska -(-perhaps)
beautiful day ENJOY —–Jerry

I replied:

I talked with a friend the other day, who lives in Key West, probably 50 years old, who never had heard of the Eimers case.

I am interested in your dream notes.

Jerry wrote:

I will endeavor to find them but it won’t be until the wee morning hours–have an emergency patient and another regular one.

Jerry wrote again:

Dream work—introduced by a poet–they are sophisticated and given to me only because he felt good vibs and I was a good Psychiatrist— –not one of those pill pushers –he a Shaman graduated from an elite university.
If I remember correctly they are beyond most people’s verbal experience —I thought they were right on —if I recall correctly.
this will take a while –I have 200 log books from Alaska alone.
I hope this message gets to you my computer is acting up
it may be in 2 parts ??? hope all is well with you.—
better coaching Florida could have tied or won<<< my opinion
they didn’t do what i told them.—Jerry ( my wife will testify to that )

I replied, based on a nap dream, which is described in my reply:

Hi, Jerry –

I sat with two die-hard Florida fans for the entire game in Jack Flats, in a booth they “reserve” for every Florida football game. I was cheering along with them for Florida. We were dumbfounded that the play calls during Florida’s last possession, with about 2 1/2 minutes to go, were passes way down field. They had plenty of time to try to mount a drive, using shorter passes and runs.

As far as I know, all shamans rely heaving on dreams and also on waking visions, a bit more on dreams which come steadily in their sleep, all from what they generically call “the spirit world”, although each shaman tradition might have its own name for it. Shamans get information from their dreams and visions, about what is coming their way, or already is in play in something they have engaged.

I just came out of such a dream, in which I agreed to a request from a man in a church, not a church service, more like a community gathering, to teach in that church, which I took, on waking, to mean I was going to do some kind of more gentle teaching in Key West, as I was holding a long boat gaff, the kind with the hook and rounded end to push off from docks and other boats and to catch ropes, lines, sheets and bring them on board. As opposed to a sharp gaff, to bring a fish into the boat. I went online and found your reply to my email, and figured that was what the dream was about.

I recall seeing a really interesting documentary at Tropic Cinema several years ago, of a man and a woman whose son was autistic and had never gotten past pooping in his pants. They had tried all sort of things in America, and although they loved their son dearly, they were really stressed out because of his condition. They heard of Mongolian shamans and decided to go to Mongolia and see if they could get help in that way.

The first few shamans they met in Mongolia got all dressed up in their masks and feathers and beads and chanted and sang together, and very little happened, but the parents felt it remained promising; they felt it was the last hope, too. I do not recall that there was any talk of money being paid for their efforts. It seemed they tried to help, because it was their way.

The parents heard of another Mongolian shaman, way out in the outback, to use an Australian term, who was reputed to be the greatest shaman in Mongolia, so they headed to where he was and they found him. His living situation was rough. He had a wife and kids, and a few animals. I think his home was called a gurt. It was sort of like a hogan, or a roundish hovel with skins and mud over it. He agreed to try to help. Again, I don’t recall that there was any talk of money.

The shaman said he would have to do a ceremony, which I think he said would take all night. He dressed up in his shaman attire and did some chanting; maybe he smoked something, I don’t recall. As I recall it was the next morning, he told them their son would began making his own poops later that day, but there were other problems which would continue. Later that day, their son made his own poop on the ground, and he continued doing that thereafter.

The mother seemed especially relieved and happy in the documentary, although she said she could not say the shaman had anything to do with her son making his own poops. Maybe it was their love for their son and their never giving up hope, to the point they traveled all the way to Mongolia to try to help their son, which caused their son’s improvement. The husband said he had no doubt the shaman was the reason their son’s condition improved. There was no doubt it was due to the shaman.

I was not trained to work in that way, although I probably could do it, if the angels told me to do it and guided me through it. That, however, is how I understand shamans historically have worked, to try to help other people. They go into the spirit realms and speak with spirits. They are shown things.

A woman shaman I knew near Santa Fe, New Mexico, was Anglo, not Native American, did two sessions on me, after which she told me that whatever was going on with me was beyond her range. She originally had trained with Michael Harner, an anglo shaman who had been trained in South America by indigenous shamans. Harner and his The Foundation for Shamanic Studies were in Boston.

Shamanism Workshops – shamanism.org?

Harner also trained an Anglo American friend of Erika Biddle, who had fought in Vietnam, and much later moved to Sweden, as I recall. I had some conversations with him online.

Sandra Ingerman told me of some of the negotiations she did in the spirit world, especially in what her teacher called “soul retrieval”, where shamans go into the spirit realms and locate pieces or parts of someone’s soul and try to coax it into coming back with them to the person they are trying to help. Sandra wrote a book about soul retrieval and how it could be used conjunct with modern mental health psychotherapy, as I recall, to achieve more results than the two methods standing alone could achieve.

Sandra Ingerman
Bio:     Sandra Ingerman, MA, is the author of eight books including Soul Retrieval, Medicine for the Earth, Shamanic Journeying: A Beginner’s GuideHow to Heal Toxic ThoughtsThe Shaman’s Toolkit, and Awakening to the Spirit World: The Shamanic Path of Direct Revelation.  She also has 6 audio programs including “Shamanic Meditations: Guided Journeys for Insight, Vision, and Healing”, “Soul Journeys: Music for Shamanic Practice”, and “Shamanic Visioning”.
Sandra has been teaching for over 30 years. She teaches workshops internationally on shamanic journeying, healing, and reversing environmental pollution using spiritual methods.  She has trained and founded an international alliance of Medicine for the Earth Teachers and shamanic teachers.  Sandra is recognized for bridging ancient cross-cultural healing methods into our modern culture addressing the needs of our times.
Sandra is devoted to teaching people how we can work together as a global community to bring about positive change for the planet.
Sandra is a licensed Marriage and Family therapist and Professional Mental Health Counselor. She is also a board certified expert on traumatic stress as well as certified in acute traumatic stress management. She was awarded the 2007 Peace Award from the Global Foundation for Integrative Medicine. Sandra was chosen as one of the Top Ten Spiritual Leaders of 2013 in the November/December Issue of Spirituality and Health.   On this website you can also read articles written by Sandra, listen to interviews, and get more information on Sandra’s work. This is also the site to read Sandra’s monthly column “The Transmutation News”. The Transmutation News is now translated into 13 languages.   To find a local shamanic practitioner or teacher in your area please visit www.shamanicteachers.com.     Sandra, in partnership with University of Michigan Integrative Medicine conducted a pilot research study. The study shows how the Medicine for the Earth practices that Sandra developed benefit people who have suffered a heart attack.   The research paper is published in Explore Journal July/August 2011, Vol. 7, No4.
 Copyright ©  2013 Sandra Ingerman. All rights reserved

I felt Sandra was genuine, but her shaman range was limited, at that time.

Sandra Ingerman

www.sandraingerman.com/

Shamans’ abilities tend to develop, expand, deepen, the longer they are at it. The training is not easy. For most shamans, it is a calling, which results in them having one foot on this world, and one foot in the spirit world. They minister to their tribe.

Some shamans move beyond their tribe, and minister to anyone who comes in need of their help. Some shamans are beyond even that: they minister to the earth, to segments of humanity. And some shamans are beyond even that.

More recently, perhaps with the dawn of the New Age, Anglo shamans, who were trained by other shamans, began charging money for trying to help other people and teaching shamanism to students. Sandra Ingram and her teacher, Michael Harner, charged money.

I have read of shamans who do not necessarily do good, who are like black magicians or witches, and cast injurious spells on other people. I have heard of shamans who are selfish, power hungry. But I do not know that I ever encountered such shamans in a human way.

I was allowed in the beginning of my shaman training to dabble in charging money, by letting the client come up with what to pay me. That was short-lived. Thereafter, I simply engaged what came my way, which the angels had arranged. There was no talk of payment. If someone insisted on paying me, I usually accepted payment. That happened seldom.

All of my dreams and the lesser-occurring visions steer me in what I am engaging in the human realm, even stuff personal to me, like what is going on right now with my father and his estate in Birmingham. I have no other dreams, as far as I am aware.

I had a dream at dawn this morning of a Key West woman, with whom I can speak about spirit matters, who is usually able to take in what I tell her about human-spirit world interfacings, co-dynamics. In the dream, she was with two other women, urging me to get more involved, again, in something beautiful. I think now that dream, in part, was leading up to this discussion. And, in part, it was about what I needed to post today. journalism as a contact sport, Key West edition

Every day, I publish something about shaman work I am doing, even though I don’t usually say it is shaman work.

As I have written a number of times, I do not consciously go into the spirit realms and engage spirits, as conventional shamans do it – not usually. I have sometimes done that, when steered to do it. Instead, I engage the human component of what is projecting out of the spirit world, and leave for fate, the angels, what happens in response in the spirit realms.

That seems to me to be how Jesus, for example, worked. He engaged the human components on this world, projecting out of the spirit world.

I know from talking with Sandra Ingerman, and from many things I have read and heard, that shamans take into themselves the malaises of the people and situations they undertake to try to help. This is part and parcel of being a shaman.

I am ongoing taking on the malaises of what I am engaging in human affairs. I do not do it consciously. It just happens, and mostly it grinds me up in my G.I. tact and liver. My cerebral spinal fluid also picks it up. Sometimes parts of my body suffer aches, pains. My back sometimes does out. I sometimes get pneumonia. It’s all part of the taking on malaises and working through them, as I was trained and prepared, and am steered by the angels running me.

In return, my soul is helped and further refined. I am taken care of in my soul and human needs to the extent and level the angels deem appropriate at the time. Sometimes being taken care of has been pretty darn close to the bone, rugged, just barely, as when I was homeless and lived on the street. All along, though, I was in constant contact with the spirit world. And with the human world.

Today, I am used to try to show and explain other ways of dealing with human affairs, than usually would be used. Ways which promote soul healing and growth, and sometimes produce physical, emotional and mental healing. I have been used that way since 1987.

As the training proceeded, as I was healed, as I was deepened and changed, as my perspectives changed, I was given people with increasingly more difficult problems to try to help, even as I was being given books to write, which were for the masses, re different ways of dealing with what life on this world serves up.

As more time passed, the individual work decreased and the “tribe” work increased, to the point that mostly I was doing “tribe” work – work for society, sometimes for the planet, Mother Nature. Sometimes I still work with individual people. The local Key West woman mentioned above is one I work with when she wants to talk with me. That’s been going on about 5 years.

Remember, I strongly encouraged you to try to locate Alaskan indigenous shamans to work on the Bristol Bay situation, which Greed, Inc. wants to strip mine for various elements, copper being primary, as I recall. A copper mine produces a great deal of toxic waste.

I suggested indigenous Alaskan shamans, because they have standing and heart and soul connections to that region.

The Florida Keys have an indigenous Anglo shaman, whose brother, Lee Rohe, is a local attorney and a friend of mine. They grew up on Key Largo. Along the way, the spirit world came calling on Lee’s brother, whose nickname is “Tuna”, and took him for a ride, and then some. He now lives in Albuquerque, and is deeply involved with tribal Native American shamans, and Anglo shamans who were trained by the indigenous shamans.

I’m stopping here, although more might come to me later, to add to the above.

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: fascinating material but not sufficient time to absorb until later tonight —psychotherapy patient here–no meds.– but much conversation insight delineating –dream interpretations —and more timely but well paid.
We tend in our culture to minimize the significance of dreams to our determinant
Saw a film taken on the steppes of an un-named country, all culture , disease , livestock entertainment , inner lives very detailed .and people quite content–(my—time very limited —book to finish epilogues still —(complex—-life at this time)…. wish you goood sleep and good dreams and an excellent————night time. —-regards Jerry thanks for your time and exposition !!!

I replied today:

Morning, Jerry –

Your psychotherapy sessions seems sort of synchronistic, or perhaps serendipitous is more fitting, in context of our current conversation. Well paid, glad to hear, and am left envious.

That was a bone of difference in my jumbled dreams last night, in which there was a “split of authority” among the female tribes over whether or not charging money was okay, desired. One female representative was strongly in favor and didn’t wish to engage me, the other female representative was happy to engage me, although I imagine she would have been just as happy for me being well paid.

From all I’ve read about shamans in olden times, they were taken care of by their tribe, in exchange for them being taken care of by the tribe. Besides doing shaman work for their tribe, shamans also were training a shaman apprentice to replace them when they left the human world.

As I read the Gospels, Jesus was taken care of by people in his following, and by people who were drawn to him but perhaps were not viewed as disciples. While, in Paul’s letters, he declined to accept financial aid from his followers, but made tents for a living, when he was not in jail.

In modern civilization, America for example, Anglo shamans have to eat and pay the bills and have a roof over their head and so forth and so on. Church ministers, by analogy, are supported by their congregations. Some church ministers have side paying jobs, as well as their church job.

My father was very disturbed that I was not making a living through my own hard work. As was I, but it did not seem in the cards for me while he was alive, and that continued until this day. I often have wondered if deep inside of me is a reaction to his having put his company and making money in investments, also, ahead of everything else in his life, and that lies at the root of my not making money through my hard efforts, which are truly hard efforts.

Yet, there is another current in play, which is summed up in this poem which came to me in the fall of 1993, right after the heavens opened to me:

“God’s gifts are not for sale but are given freely to angels, saints, sinners, devils and fools alike, for all are God’s children.”

And there is Paul saying, “So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity; for God loves a cheerful giver.”

I gave freely of money I had, when I had it. I also gave freely of what the angels had taught me, and I still do that.

I suppose from last night’s dreams and your email today, charging money for shaman work is on my plate today. But how it will go from here, I haven’t a clue :-).

Meanwhile, below is a Facebook thread. Shaman-in-training Brenda had a dream the other night, in which 6 or 7 police officers were giving a rough time to a man and a woman, Arnaud and Naja Girard, was her and my take.That’s about how many cops actively engaged Charles Eimers on South Beach. One cop was especially giving the man and the woman a rough time. And then one of the other cops had a bow and arrow and shot that cop and the man with the same arrow. I’m still mulling the context and meaning of that dream.

Sloan

Charles Eimer's take down


“Charles Eimers murder by Key West police officers: real world mechanics and work” -

today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com

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  • Bradley Donn Bonifield IT’S HARD TO BREATHE WITH YOUR FACE IN THE SAND & 4-5 COPS ON YOUR BACK MAN !!! “THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE” SUF-A-CATE !!!! BAM ! BEAR !
  • Sloan Bashinsky Careful, Bear, Big Brother is watching.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky Am now thinking, feeling, sensing, Naja and Arnaud Girard, and their children, and probably the Horan law firm, should be under round-the-clock protection. I hesitate to think KWPD could be trusted to provide that, even if the mayor and city commissioners were inclined to tell the city manager to tell the police chief to do it – I doubt they are inclined. Am thinking FBI is needed for that, Navy SEALS probably more my choice, but how to get them to protect American civilians from American terrorists, er, cops, when they are so busy dealing with foreign terrorists? I am pretty sure there are some Navy SEAL-ish spirit beings patrolling the perimeters. I’d darn sure hate to have one of them after me, for something I did they didn’t take a shine to. This gal sort of reminds me of them.

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  • Brenda Garcia Amen to that keep your eyes open be aware of Key West western sharp shooting law
  • Sloan Bashinsky please advise details of sharp shooting law

Sloan in dress

In my spirit code, the bear represents introspection; maybe a bow and arrow represent a spear gun. Maybe a bow and arrow represent going to the heart of the matter, like Diana.

Diana

Sloan Bashinsky

keysmyhome@hotmail.com

After the above was published, Jerry Weinstock wrote to me:

Sloan: Let me make one thing perfectly clear —since retirement I do almost all PRO- BONO —there is no charge —–the payment is spontaneous on the part of the individual —-PAYMENT IS NEVER MENTIONED—–one of the great joys I have to do good work for good people —who sometimes pay me more than my original fee.
Much I still do Pro-Bono–no payment….. I need to get some sleep as I was up doing epilogues until 6:30 AM —your narratives a re too good to pass up (with sleep I can read them latter..and can focus and concentrate,) Sincerely Jerry

I replied:

Gosh, Jerry –

Now, I am even more envious. I gotta figure out how to get people to throw money at me :-).

My narratives might get you even more of a reputation, if you keep reading them and writing to me about them :-).

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

go to Medical school and be a cracker jack in your profession.
no kidding Jerry

I replied, at age 72:

Have a heart. I’d have to take all of the undergrad science requirements, and I’d have to ace them, and I hate that kind of studying; and then I’d have to find a med school, which would overlook my field residency in psychiatry, among other glaring personal achievements :-); and then I’d have to pass all my med school courses, and then complete an internship, and then do a psychiatric residence – can you imagine the fun that would be for me and my psychiatrist professors? :-) And I’d need a heap of money to do all of that, you, know, for food, rent, books, etc., and by then I’d be dead most likely (hopefully) :-). But before that I’d be cracked :-), not same as the carmalized popcorn, more like the fellow jumping out of the box and climbing the beanstalk :-).

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you are right on—-cost well over 300,000 dollars and more to a first rate undergrad –per-med—med–school a first rate one like me, and Drs. Covington and Kaplitz attended Northwestern Med; School also cost escalated beyond one half million and almost 12 years duration–and difficult beyond what you can envision…
I have those dream quotes corralled –the right Log book just have to leaf thro–didn’t nap yet just returned from swimming–at 5:00 at new gallery is showing–Pamela Kostmeyer collages –first time –on Southard between Duval and Symington–by the bank–brand new gallery–we are trying to attend you may know her husband Roger.——cheers Jerry.

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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:

Do we love our neighbor as we love ourselves? Take a look at this... http://bit.ly/1jWTLrQ

Do we love our neighbor as we love ourselves? Take a look at this…http://bit.ly/1jWTLrQ

further Thanksgiving cheer from my Facebook timeline:

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Blasphemy Sunday’s

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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.

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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.

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Sloan Bashinsky

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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

—————————–

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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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 :-).

Puritanwitch burning

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.

Charles Eimer's take downCharles Eimers smothered

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?

Fantasy Fest Duval Street 2Fantasy Fest Duval StreetFantasy Fest Duval Street 3

 

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:

The People's Voice's photo.
  • 9 people like this.
  • 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:

psychiatrist interviews

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 …

Sloan with troll

Sloan Bashinsky
keysmyhome@hotmail.com

Next day post-script:

Garden of Eden

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:

Tim Gratz

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,

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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,

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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?

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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]

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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.

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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.

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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

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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