Photo take by Rose Dell, in her and her mom’s popular with locals and snowbirds restaurant on Big Pine Key last spring, not all that long after my beard disappeared. Rose was born in Nicaragua, her mother native to that country, decided she was not going to live there forever and brought Rose to USA at a very early age. They realized the American dream and are two of my favorite people in the Keys, even though I did not realize the American dream. The troll was given to me by my chess teacher, a troll if ever there was one on the chess board. He was put into a federal prison at age 18 because he would not be inducted and fight in Vietnam. He played chess all the way through his three-year sentence, taking on all comers, never losing a game. He said he only had aggression for beating people in chess and none for killing Vietnamese. He should have been given the Nobel Peace Prize and the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A May 14 post re Sloan comments on the Coconut Telegrah of bigpinekey.com explains my work life about as well as anything. Doubt you will hear about any of this attending churches, but you can glean it from reading the Bible, the Old and the New Testaments, if you are on your toes.
CT Comment: Regarding anti-Sloan rant. I took my own advice. I scrolled on by and only read the first 3 words of your post. But hey, thanks for playing along.
Sloan says: It is always good to take your own advice before dispensing it to others.
CT Comment: Sloan says “I eat a great deal of shit, in the spirit sense”. I guess the old saying is true that “You are what you eat”. ~firstname.lastname@example.org
Sloan says: This is taken a bit out of context, not unlike Raven’s approach. Here’s the entire context:
“Also over time, I came to understand the human dramas the angels were feeding me were designed to accelerate my own spiritual development and to offer other people a chance to accelerate their own physical development. Mine was to engage them as I was trained to engage them, and as I was shown in dreams to engage them, or not engage them. This was my daily bread, my spiritual food, which I was to eat whether I wanted to eat it or not. The CT is used with me in that way. When someone is put on my plate there, I engage that person, and often it tastes pretty bad, while sometimes it tastes horrible.
“I eat a great deal of shit, in the spirit sense. It goes down my gullet, in the spirit sense, and then a digestion process begins, which physically is pretty rugged, or even worse. It would send other people straight to a doctor, or even to a hospital. But as I do my part of it, the shit is metabolized, in the spirit sense. Then, it passes through and out of me and is different from when it was put into me. This is an ongoing thing with me. One serving after another is put into me by the angels. I use two of those servings in this post to try once again to explain what I do in addition to being the mailman.
“It is not my role to meet people where they are, plenty of people do that already. My role is to show people where they can go, if they really want to leave where they are. When he ran for President, Barack Obama offered hope and change. As did the weird ruffian Jesus offer hope and change. As do the angels, through me, offer hope and change. Real hope, real change, which is very different from what President Obama promised and now delivers.”
CT Comment: I would like to let a lot of you people out there, in on something. A lot of you ridicule, disrespect and add insult to Sloan, who happens to be a Human Being just like us. I have met Sloan a few times on a personal basis & have read his postings, and the first impression i received from this man is that he is an eccentric GENIUS! Just because he has visions, doesn’t mean that he’s crazy or stupid. All the Prophets in the bible were ridiculed by their contemporaries, just like you all do now, when it comes to Sloan. How many of you actually know him? Why must you pass judgment on a man you don’t know anything about? It’s just to show the ignorance that you all radiate, and you radiate it proudly too! Everyone has the right to disagree, but not to insult or ridicule or pass judgment upon. I bet if the shoe were on the other foot and people gave you the same treatment, you would get all bent out of shape and get all defensive, and wouldn’t know how to handle the mockery. Unlike Sloan!! On top of being a Genius he’s also a gentleman! You keep going strong Sloan! I support you!
Sloan says: I ridicule and pass judgment on many people, for better or for worse. Jesus said not to do that, unless I want to be judged in kind by God. I am judged daily by God’s angels, some of whom are named further along in this homily. They put me to judging others in my posts, for better and for worse. Those who attack me will find out during their life review whether or not they were put up to it by God’s angels, or by something else. Usually, a person’s life review comes after departure from this life. My life review began in early 1987, after the angels abducted me. It was horrible. The criticism outweighed the praise about 99-1. I still am corrected every day. From all I can tell, there is so very little about me that suits God, that I will spend the rest of my days being corrected. Not just a few times have I written that I figured I was the worst piece of shit God could find, to see if something worthwhile could be made of me. If so, then God had a better chance of doing something with people not as worse pieces of shit. So far, it doesn’t seem the biggest-piece-of-shit-in-Paradise experiment is turning out so well, based on the ongoing criticism I get in my dreams, in words said to me in plain English in my sleep and much less frequently when I’m awake, and in visions when I’m awake. It makes me wish I never was born, as does having to deal with people who aren’t getting treated the same way I’m being treated by the angels.
CT Comment: [Sloan: I awoke this morning with the angels’ view of my leaving the Coconut Telegraph: No dice] Aw, sh**.
Sloan says: File your complaint with Jesus, Archangel Michael and the Melchizedek who made me stay on the CT. And with Deer Ed, my sponsor on the CT – more on that further along.
CT Comment: Wow, it’s very funny to see how the Fool of Little Torch squirms and gets in a lather when the well-spoken poster Raven nails him! I’m not a religious person, but it really bothers me to read how the FOLT continually says his Angels make him say horrible things, use crude and vulgar language, and spout inaccurate information with no proof: how could Angels have bad info? Why would an Angel say, or want to have said, anything negative, hateful, or vulgar about anyone? Not the Angels I’ve ever heard of. Demons maybe, but not Angels. I think he’d better look again at his “Advisors”, I think they’ve got him fooled real good. Maybe he suffers from MPD and his alters are talking to him and he thinks they are Angels. He certainly is suffering, and delights in making others suffer too. He is such a sad whack job… and what’s happened to his equally whacked side-kick, the Kook of Cudjoe, the one that made that ridiculous run for Sheriff awhile back? Just curious. She’s another wing-nut, they made a great pair, I was real surprised they didn’t become a pair of Jokers in Paradise. I know these islands are chock full of nuts and spooks, but these two take the prize. I’m just stoking up the Fool so he can write some more hilarious spewing posts. Like the Popcorn Guy on his “vigilant watch”, I also can see the spittle flying from his mouth as he pounds his keyboard in a fine fit of anger, spurred on by his chorus of alters (angels?) of course, great fun! This is becoming real sport! Maybe we should keep score on the direct hits, but all he can do is curse in response, no real score there, so it wouldn’t be fair. Let’s play a game or two of Badminton with the FOLT as the Shuttlecock! Wheeee! Your serve!
Sloan serves: The angels never tell me to use curse words. They tell me the topics and the tone to use. They allow me to use curse words sometimes, maybe because they get a kick out of it. Maybe because they figure many people need something to pick on to discredit me, so why not give them something that won’t cause them to actually have to think of something to pick on. Maybe because they are testing people, to see if they are capable of substantive thinking. Sandy Downs and I talked about being a pair of jokers in Paradise and concluded we would drive each other crazy and we still could be a pair of jokers in Paradise without causing each other unnecessary pain. If you want to find out the real scoop on Phillip Goodman, who seems to be Governor Scott’s pick for replacing Dick Ruddel on the Mosquito Control Board, Goodman is the go-to person for telling you what Sandy has on him and his Klan. If you want to find out the real scoop on the Sheriff Office (MSCO) before Bob Peryam got elected, Bob is the go-to person for telling you what Sandy had on the Sheriff Office. So much did she have on MSCO that someone the FBI could not catch with its own Internet hackers hacked Sandy’s sheriff campaign website and destroyed the file that presented only some of what Sandy had on MSCO. Same day, the Coconut Telegraph was hacked and destroyed. Same day, Sandy’s website went active. Deer Ed built her website and made it go active. Deer Ed, the wing nut and joker in Paradise. You stupid shit, you really should do your homework before opening your big fat mouth and sticking both of your feet so far up your ass they stick out of your big fat mouth.
CT Comment: Deer Ed, Sometimes, do you feel like it’s just not worth it (all the tedious communications with argumentative people)? And what ever happened to the contemplative approach to life? Kudos to your stamina. (ps – just finished reading Sloan, in 10 pt type.)
Sloan says: 10 pt type saves space. My eyesight is pretty weak, I can read 10 pt. with reading glasses. Didn’t know it was bothering others. Will try to use 12 pt. henceforth, although stuff I pull from other websites sometimes does not convert in font size on my word processor, email account and websites and screws up the formatting and font sizes in what I post. I spend most of my waking hours in contemplation and “dowsing” the Spirit, which I have different ways of doing. Even when I’m writing, and even in my sleep, I am contemplating and dowsing the Spirit. Similar to praying unceasing, but a lot more complaining. Don’t worry about Deer Ed’s stamina. He loves controversy on the CT, it increases the CT’s value for advertising $$$. Many times has Ed gotten onto me when I talked about stopping writing, leaving this planet. Many times has he told me my work isn’t done, I am still needed around here. If you don’t believe me, ask him. He, and you, have nobody but him, and you, to blame. He eggs me on, you read it and complain to him. But I repeat myself. The only thing that bugs Ed, as far as I can tell, is people knowing his real name, where he lives, and him getting personally entangled in dramas that get birthed on the CT. I know Ed’s real name and where he lives. Have been there many times, which I don’t imagine my critics on the CT can say of themselves. Their beef is not with me but with my CT sponsor, Deer Ed.