a gospel of Jesus, Mary Magdalene and Judas, a reincarnation of Paul

Magdalene & JesusStar of David

for many years now, the “Star of David” has for me been the symbol of Melchizedek, an order of angel mentioned in Genesis and elsewhere in the Old Testament and in the Letter to the Hebrews in the New Testament; I was told in maybe 1992, in a deep trance, “Melchizedek … Melchizedek is an order of angel … Melchizedek comes to a planet in trouble to prepare it to receive the Christ … the Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek … Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek …”

In the New Testament Letter to the Hebrews is said, Jesus Christ is high priest in Melchizedek …

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Presented below is a string of emails started by Jason, a fellow I met years ago in Key West but hardly remembered any of what he described we did together. His first email was written under the subject heading, “Life is a strange tale”. I tried to fix typos in the many emails which followed, but I imagine there are still quite a few. It’s kinda long, you might wish to fetch provisions to tide you over. It does, however, tie up a lot of loose ends and answer many questions raised in the New Testament, in my own mind, which I for some time have felt should be put into one body of writing for what, if anything, it might be for for other people. I had no clue it would end up where it went, when I first heard from Jason:

JWH . (harryharris78@hotmail.com)
To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com
Hello again Sloan,
My name is Jason and we have met, in person. You watched me perform a couple songs, on different occasions at the poetry slam there at Sippin, sometime between ’04 and ’08. We have played between 25 to 35 chess games; all of them took place at Sippin. Initially I dominated you on the board, but at our last chess encounter(around ’08-09?) my unorthodox and out-of-practice style was no match for your Patrick-based tutelage and you trounced me every game. At the time of that trouncing I was in the midst of what you, and many others before you, have come to know as a “dark night of the soul”. I have had several such visitations/episodes, of varying degrees of intensity, since I was about 17 and twice ended up in the psych ward(once voluntarily in Depoo and the other involuntarily in Pennsylvania). If I live to see April 1st, I will be 36.
Tell Patrick I say hi, and peace be upon him,  he may or may not remember me. Our last interaction was at his place, where he gave me a poetry anthology of all women poets. If he is still residing where I last left him, he will be doing so at the Porter Place complex, just behind an apt where my friend Dustin B—- used to live. Dustin is, amongst other things, a soul who has been through many trials as well, and an “outsider” artist of exacting qualities; he can also be seen in the Eimers video, riding his bike down the pier towards the camera itself. He gave me a small collection of his work but over the years I have given all but one away. There is a photo of that one work attached to this e-mail. Perhaps you have met him, he is not unike Patrick in many ways but is also quite different. He can and may tell you of his encounter(s) with various lesser gods and demiurges rooted in the Hindu culture, but being raised myself to be aware of Christ as The demiurge it seemed rather foreign and unrefined to me- Not any less real than anyone elses experience mind you, only rather limited in its context, as I’m of the awareness that all organized religions have varying types and degrees of truth to them, but they usually contain a greater amount of myths and outright lies. Keeping in mind though, that myths are rooted in realities, just as the myths of dragons and cyclops came from the medieval discoveries of unidentifiable dinosaur bones and elephant skulls.But I have already digressed, for you yourself may or may not remember me. Most recently I commented on your post concerning Frisbee Dave, and noted I was not sympathetic(sharing the same views as he) but empathetic towards him. Even before he self-identified as a devil(which is a bit different than someone else claiming you are one because your speech or actions have displeased them) supporting him had not been without its discouragements, both from myself and my friends/coworkers at the Sugar Apple. Perhaps just an abridged back-story is necessary. I had arrived in Key West on the Day of the Dead 2003?, with little more than a backpack and a goal. Two days later I had two dead-end disposable jobs and was living out of the hostel. My plan was to get a job with my CDL, save up money for a sailboat, and then get the fuck out of this country and stay gone. Sysco gave me a driving job a month later, but It didn’t quite work out the way I had planned so I was about to go back to just sleeping in the rough(back to bushes, beaches, buildings etc; but stealthily so, and avoiding other “street people” and their clandestined behaviors). Instead I lucked across a job at the Sugar Apple, and shortly thereafter met Dave. The Sugar Apple family welcomed me with open arms, and if not for them all that followed would not have come to be. A couple years passed, and, with a private loan from my Sugar Apple friends, I got the sailboat I dreamed of. Three months later hurricane Wilma left it sitting 10 miles away in a foot of water off Big Coppitt. Strangely enough, Arnaud Girard was the salver that got that boat off the rocks, for a fee. At the time I was obviously a bit miffed and only saw him as an opportunist taking advantage of the situation- but he had kids to feed and his own dream to save up for(a house in Key West) so I won’t fault him for that, not to mention he’s good people and a saint compared to 99% of the rest of Key West. Needless to say, my earthly dream had become a millstone around my neck. There was $23,000 to pay back and I only got $6000 from Fema and another $5000 from selling the boat. The next few years passed in self-imposed indentured servitude, in “paradise” (Call me crazy, but paradise doesn’t have so many pavements, capitalists, or tourists asking if that little island off Mallory square is Cuba). During those years Dave would come by twice week to clean the floors at the Sugar Apple and take the garbage out. He became a source of great comic relief in my otherwise apathetic existence. But Dave had to be let go eventually due to his cyclically erratic behavior, usually brought on by the summer heat and lack of audience for his act.  Unfortunately, my tenure there had to end as well- a problem customer, who had repeatedly shown herself to be antagonistic towards me, became combative over a trifle and I decided not to come in the following day. Overnight, I went from being like a son to the owners to being, in there eyes, an adversary. All because I did what I felt I had to do and quit without notice. My own loss of respect for them also had contributed to that decision. Shortly thereafter I was living in the mangroves behind the bridle path. And thanks to the cops rounding everyone else into the shelter, I had the place to myself. It seemed to be of my own volition as well, because instead of going to find another job or moving to another town I stocked up on camping supplies. With a mosquito netted hammock and a machete and my bike with pannier bags I found it very economical and even back to reality, compared to living on that almost completely manufactured landscape know as the “real Key West”. The only thing it lacked was a large tomcat to take care of all the tree rats. Dave had lived back there on and off for 25 years, though in his case it may have been devolutionary rather than progressive. The word “Homeless” is a pejorative that the “mainstreamers” most often use to shame those other humans that actually are often quite at home without the need of a house or superfluous belongings, which is why they’re despised almost as much as, if not more than, cockroaches.A couple months passed, and with the help of G. W.’s tax stimulus refund, I purchased a ticket for Dominica. A few people had told me of an island that was barely developed and pristine, nearly as close to its’ natural state as anywhere on the planet at this time; but you weren’t one of them, and, as far as I can recall, our conversations almost never left the chess board and the couple times they did you handed me a chap-book of your poetry, or we argued whether Patrick had chosen, and continues to choose, what you refer to as his dis-ease. Toko Irie, Vicki Boguzewski, and a friend living on the hook had all told me about Dominica. And I had turned it into a mythological place where anyone might go and be transformed, back to a more ‘natural state’. So I went, and boy was I transformed. Too long a story for anything less than a book, and I lack the self-interest and worldly ambition it would now take to write that book. Not even counting Dominica I already had too many books to write.Now all of this is not too strange a tale, but merely a chain of events that occurred in a small town where many other chains of events have and are now unfolding- but most of those involve booze, weed, crack, money, whores(business-owners that actually can’t stand tourists but salivate at the thought of their money, politicians, and just your run-of-the-mill-world’s-oldest-profession-types) and various other physical sensations rooted in the seven deadlies. Having done my share of abusing substances from age 15 to 21, beautiful women were then my one stumbling stone left, and much to my dismay Key West offered me plenty of temptation. But then even all the self-proclaimed “artists” and “authors”, supposedly the most transcendent of our race, are giving in to the temptation of Pride that they love so much, even as they bump and grind and suck off each others egos they are no better or worse than you or I, or the next drunk you may come across. Like us they are human, and, ultimately, Key West has far too many temptations to offer for anyone other than an actual saint- pick your poison, it’s there and it will corrode you, unless you have given up all worldly things, beyond what maintenance would require, to follow and serve Christ (and if you have done that, then Key West is the perfect place for you to do your work). Incidentally, I feel I should mention that P&T no longer view themselves as my friends because in so many words I told them it was not a wise thing to own too many million dollar houses in a world where there are people going without a roof, and, worse, starving to death. I did all I felt I could, which was to warn them, but they failed to see it as anything more than a judgment, to which Phil responded “I won’t defend myself for being fruitful”. I am not the Judge, merely one of the accused; I am not the Director of the asylum, merely a patient. I suppose I am a zealot in their eyes, or a hypocrite because I still myself have a roof over my head at the moment- though I would prefer not to, I’m simply tolerating it.
Besides all of this and that, there is the very strange tie that binds my consciousness and experience to yours. Before now I had only viewed your blog a handful of times, to catch up on Key West goings on. But of late it seems there are far too many similarities between our separate experiences to ignore. The Key West experience, followed by the Dominica experience (which in many ways are polar opposites) was a catalyst for, and precursor to, what I can only describe as a revelation. It can only be described, by me, as an inner experience of direct contact by and with the Absolute. other than that very vague description there is no way anyone will ever know what I’m talking about unless it happens to them. And I mean this in the most mystical way in relation to myself. Because although I had had some various inexplicable mystical experiences since my early childhood and a lifelong dialogue with my own conscience or I knew not what, by the time of this most transcendent experience I had given up on believing in a God as anything distinct from, or personal to, people. It seemed to me, before the revelation, that God was only a very noble aspiration or hope of the human psyche too often transmuted into selfish, child-like belief-systems by the overwhelming majority of people, no matter what cultural contexts it was filtered through(Buddhist, Abrahamic, Hindu, Shinto, etc.) Following my revelation I have no doubts of Divine truth, peace, and justice, of the Origin or absolute governance of all and everything in existence inside and outside of time(s) both linear and spatial; nor am I able to do anything with only myself in mind. I have become a fool, completely and hopelessly, in the eyes of the world of mankind- but since my birthday is on April fool’s day, I’d always viewed myself as such anyway. So what have I lost?But this is not where our synchronicity ends. After living in the jungles and Carib reserve of Dominica for the summer of ’08 and deciding to come back, only to be given a Frances of Assisi style revelation and then be commited, my weakness in the flesh eventually led to my now being in a family situation, with parental responsibilities. In the interim I also was at home without a house on Maui, on little beach and in the western forest preserve, and ate good meals thanks to the Catholic church in Kihei.  We’ve also spent time in many of the same Greyhound stations, and  there was that week spent, when I was 7, at my maternal aunt’s place… in Quincy, Illinois (just upriver from Granite City where I was born). But again, these are all just the kind of coincidences that happen on a small planet that is ever growing smaller, right?Well, my little family and I are going to the Oregon dunes for MLK weekend, so I’ve got to go pack for that. But I often ask myself, ‘did I miss the call?’. Did I have a chance to be off this mortal coil for good when the time came, and to be free of these pesky physical drives that I so loathe my bio-mechanical monkeysuit for keeping me chained to, in weakness and slavery. Was my final temptation much like that of Willem Defoe’s character in “The Last Temptation of Christ”, to have a family and be at home here in the world? If so, did I fall prey to it because, while it is fraught with its own troubling and burdensome aspects, it is familiar and still not as narrow and steep a way as was suggested to me? How can I rationalize it any better but to say to myself ‘oh I’m sure I’m doing more good here and now, by being in my daughters life rather than scarring her for life and leaving her for the sake of what may just be a delusion, a momentary lack of reason’? Yeah, that’s it, I’m sure that’ll go over well when the Boss asks me why I shirked the duties that were given me. And would it have been better for you in the long-view to have given all you had inherited to St Mary’s soup kitchen, rather than to have spent much of it on house, restaurants, movies, websites, publishing, self-promotion, and some here and there to whomever struck your fancy?
Perhaps we’ll live long enough, you and I, to find out, JWH

sloan bashinsky
To: JWH .
Hi, Jason –

I confess, right now you are drawing a blank in my mind’s eye, but the name Jason connected with Sippin’ sounds familiar.
Yours in an interesting tale indeed, on Dominica I had many experiences with what a human mind cannot be wrapped around, as I was leaving following my first visit, the island’s spirit came to me and enveloped me and I nearly burst into tears in the little airport just north of Roseau. The second, and only other physical visit, was the following year, and then I was put to work to attempt to stop two major developments, one of the Atlantic Coast, the other on the Caribbean side.
In 2001, in Sippin’, Vicki B. told me that the development on the Caribbean Coast had gotten washed away in a flood during a hurricane. I had met the two lawyers representing the Dominican government, and we’d had several conversations about the development, and I had tried to warn them that it might not go as they hoped. In 2006, the son of the white Dominican who was trying to sell to the Atlantic-side developer told me that one had not worked out. In 2006, I had stayed a month on their property, had met the developer, and had told the landowner not to sign anything without getting paid in full at the same time. So, it does not surprise me that you had your experience on Dominica.
Might be, you are doing with your family precisely what you are supposed to be doing. Getting married, having and raising children, is part of living on this world for most people. Maybe you need to experience that to round you out. I experienced some of that with children of my own, but not enough, probably, truncated by divorce and them moving an hour’s drive away, then me moving to New Mexico, then this and that, and then total estrangement, perhaps all rooted in my not really being there for my children when they were young, for a variety of reasons, most not pretty on my part.
I did with the inheritance I received from my father on Valentine’s Day, 2006, what I was directed to do with it, starting with moving to Little Torch Key and buying the trailer and one acre next to a wildlife refuge, paying far too much for it, as I later would discover. I almost right a way after that wanted to give the trailer and land to an environmental organization of some kind, which would look out for and preserve it from developers, but several opportunities to do that fell though due to the various organizations dropping the ball on their side. Also, during that time I wanted to return to Dominica, and was told in dreams not to do that. I was told to run for the county commission, which I didn’t want to do, as I still hated politics. But I ran using the mantra, NO MORE NEW DEVELOPMENT, PERIOD, THE END, THE KEYS ALREADY ARE WAY OVER-DEVELOPED AND THERE IS NOT A PERSON LIVING IN THE KEYS WHO CAN STAND BEFORE A MIRROR AND HONESTLY ARGUE OTHERWISE.
sloan bashinsky
Hi again, Jason –

I thought mine back to you had vaporized during a glitch in my laptop, but it looks like it came through, as my copy of it is in my sent box.
Re your last sentence:
“And would it have been better for you in the long-view to have given all you had inherited to St Mary’s soup kitchen, rather than to have spent much of it on house, restaurants, movies, websites, publishing, self-promotion, and some here and there to whomever struck your fancy?”
About all that struck my fancy was restaurants and movies, the rest was pushed along by the Boss.
Back in early 2000, at the Boss’ instigation, I legally renounced the inheritance I was to receive from my father and changed by name to Sloan Young. Young had been my middle name since birth. The lady I was running with did the same thing.
We then were sent round the world on credit cards and finally ended up on Maui, where the card issuers stopped playing along and I soon was homeless.
The very worse part of the trip before Maui had to do with India, the spirit-internal was foul. It nearly killed my companion, who once had a yogi for a guru. As we rode the taxi in from the Mumbai airport to the waterfront, where we hoped to find a reasonably-priced hotel, we passed what looked like an big city of paupers, almost naked, lying or sitting almost next to each other, on flattened cardboard boxes, or on mud, as far as we could see perpendicular to the road we were traveling. My companion said all she could see in the air were serpents. She had spirit vision, hearing. I said, not the kind of nice serpents on the Saturday morning cartoons? No, not those kind of serpents, she grunted.
We did find a $50 a night place in a hotel about a quarter mile from the Tajmahal Hotel, where we learned a double was $1,500 US a night. We were delighted to leave India and get back to USA before the credit card companies cut us off. We were not delighted to become homeless on Maui.
It was on Maui that my dreams first started nudging me toward becoming Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr. again. However, I did not understand those dreams, or later dreams indicating the same reversal, until 2003, when I was nearly dead from MRSA, and then I saw loud and clear what I was being asked to do. I fought it a while, then surrendered. I really liked Sloan Young, the name and the man. He was the truest, toughest man I had ever met, in the soul sense, not in the physical sense. Physically, I was not in all that good of shape.
I unrenounced the renouncement of the inheritance, also as indicated in dreams. Then, I waffled back and forth and back and forth. I didn’t want the inheritance for two reasons: (1) my father wanted nothing to do with me; (2) I wanted to make my own way in the money world, I certainly had plenty of skills to do that, writing, counseling, consulting, but I was spirit-blocked. Finally, I surrendered to accepting an inheritance from my father, and not long afterward he died.
I imagine I would have died not long afterward, without the inheritance, because physically I was pretty much disabled, while the work could do with my mind and spirit guidance was spirit-blocked in the money making arena – still the case. I would have ended up homeless again, if the spirit-block was not removed. I probably would have given up, done myself in, which would have seriously screwed a woman I by then was supporting financially, and my second wife, close to a pauper herself, who stood to receive part of my estate on my death, or part of my interest in a trust my father had set up, which I was to receive from after he died and his wife died. His wife is still living, I have seen nothing from that trust, nor will my second wife, if I die before my stepmother dies. And if I die, the woman I am supporting will be up shit creek, for she is spirit disabled, too.
This all would make more sense if you lived in my skin, but since you don’t, I am trying to respond to your last sentence, which came across sort of odd, not sure if it was a jab, or sincere. Doesn’t matter, if I had given that inheritance away, it would not have been to St. Mary’s. It would have been to my second wife and the woman I was looking out for. Then, what happened to me, probably not pretty, would not impact them so severely. Maybe I would have survived on Social Security monthly checks and showering and sleeping nights at KOTS and eating in the soup kitchen. Maybe something else would have come along.
Looks to me the Boss had me promote myself via websites, daily ravings, email blasts, running for office, because the Boss knew I would say and write things nobody else was going to say and write, and the Boss wanted me to have a bigger audience than a few pigeons in front of a park bench and a few drunk and/or drugged up homeless people nearby. Maybe if I had given the inheritance away the Boss would have made me wish I had never heard of the Boss.
I already am terrified of the Boss, in the sense of not doing what I am given to do, or not doing it in the way the Boss wants me to do it. That’s why I don’t take advice well from other people. I listen to them, and if it feels to me they are correct, feels as in I feel it in my soul and bones, I go along with it. Otherwise, I wait for the Boss to chime in favor, before I go along with it. And if the Boss don’t chime in favor, I don’t go along with it.
I once spent a couple of nights in Winchester Inlet on the Oregon coast, a river came in there, people were salmon fishing, probably late June. The Coast Card had a rescue cutter there which was weighted in the bottom so that it could roll back up if it tipped over in the pass, which was treacherous. I heard the CC had a few other boats like that stationed elsewhere. Not far down the coast road was a big sand dune as I recall, perhaps the one you mentioned in your email.
There was a big sand dune like that on the western side of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, above Alamosa, Colorado, on US 285, as I recall the highway number. Near Crestone, Colorado. I drove that highway quite a few times, between Golden, Colorado area and Taos, New Mexico, when I lived in Santa Fe and later in Boulder. Beautiful country along 285, after you got away from Denver. As is the Oregon coast beautiful.
It was when I was living in Santa Fe that the angels first came calling, but it happened 50 miles across the desert in Los Alamos. It was in Boulder that the angels then descended in swarms. Nothing was ever the same as before after that, and I only met one person since then who actually seemed as weird as me: the lady who went around the world on credit cards, who stayed on Maui when the angels transported me, without no money, to Key West, mid-December 2000, to live on the street there, instead of on Maui.
Maybe that happened because Key West is the weirdest place in America, where I least likely would be locked up for being weirder than anyone else I knew. Or thought I knew. I met Vicki within days after my arrival in Key West. We were both surprised to learn that someone else in America knew about Dominica. I encouraged her to go back there, she had left a fellow there she really cared about. The money didn’t seem to be there for it, though. Now she seems to be doing other things here, maybe that’s all past.
sloan bashinsky
P.S. It was in Boulder that I first learned of the dark night of the soul, by reading a book about St. John of the Cross, after a friend, who had heard some of my strange stories, suggested that I read up on that fellow. I went to the Pearl Street Bookstore and found a sole copy of St. John of the Cross: Alchemist of the Soul, by Antonio T. de Nicolas, and in were Juan de la Cruz’s commentaries on the dark night, which he said he had only written at the request of a mother superior in his monastical order, which was the Carmelites.

Juan described two dark nights, the first he called “the cleansing of the soul”, the second “the cleansing of the spirit”. He said the first dark night was rough, but doable, and once a person passed through it, he/she was quite different afterward. For some people who had the first dark night, that was the end of it. For others, however, the second dark night would come, and it was far, far more difficult, and woe be unto anyone it befell who was not in a protected environment being looked after by people who knew what was going on, and even then only the luckiest survived it.
Well, I wanted nothing to do with any of that. Like what I wanted mattered. About six months after reading de Nicolas’ book, in my sleep one night, I heard, “With respect to St. John of the Cross you haven’t seen anything yet.” Then, I was enveloped in pure, raw, vile, repulsive, black Evil. I struggled to escape it, but could not. I awoke trying to escape, gagging. My ego was inflated beyond belief, my soul was terrified beyond belief. A few months passed, I was feeling better than I had in years, then very quickly the first dark night descended and I was in it four years, and it lifted almost as quickly as it had descended, when I was on Jamaica, a week before I was to fly from there to Dominica the first time.
I did not feel when I left Dominica that time that I was finished there. I flew back to Boulder, and very soon after that my wife there said she wanted us to be apart, and that threw me into a commotion at all levels. Not a dark night, a commotion. By and by, after a trip to Nepal, then to Australia, then New Zealand, I ended up back in Birmingham, Alabama, where I was born and grew up. This and that happened, and I was on Tortola, B.V.I., and then on Dominica. And then I was back in Birmingham.
A few months later, the second dark night descended, and it was so much worse that the first one, which was horrible, that the first one seemed like paradise. The second dark night was so bad that I didn’t know what it was until after it lifted about 16 months after it arrived. It felt like half my mind had died, or half my soul. Throughout, I prayed to die and feared I would not. Starting around 7 a.m. each morning, I plotted my suicide, which I would commit the next day. Each plotting took about 4 hours to arrive at the method. Each plotting ended up at the same method. Slitting my wrists with my Swiss Army knife. Arriving at the method gave me a sense of peace, allowed me to live out the rest of the day knowing it was my last. I never told anyone about that dark night was still in play.
However, neither dark night produced the results Juan de la Cruz had said would ensue from the dark nights. I was not different afterward, and coming out of the second dark night was horrible, took months, perhaps due to my having been captured by psychiatry and being addicted to anti-depressants and anti-psychotics, which only made me feel worse because of their awful side effects, and, they were addictive, I learned, because the three times I tried to wean from them during the killer dark night, I came to call it after it was over, I went into horrible withdrawal like what I had read happens to heroin addicts when they stop using heroin.
Whatever, from there I would experience even more dark nights, none nearly as horrible as the second, one as bad as the first and much scarier, because I felt I was being taken over by Evil and losing my mind at the same time – fortunately, I suppose, that lasted only a few months, before the angels stepped in and steered me through it.
All in all, though, I probably went through the worst part, or worst parts, of Evil, in the dark nights, although the first dark night was filled with beautiful phenomena, which encouraged me to think something wonderful was unfolding and I needed to hang in there. The second dark night was, as Juan de la Cruz had said it would be, a black night, no light. During that ordeal, I had only three scattered dreams, which were specific to me, clearly, and which gave me some hope, temporarily, but the ordeal destroyed any hope shortly after each of those dreams.
What developed for me from the ordeals was I knew God, or, if you wish, the angels assigned to me, could do anything they wished with me, anytime they wished to do it. That’s how it came about that I became terrified of not doing what I was given to do in the way I was trained to do it, and in the way I was advised to treat each engagement on this world, which the angels had arranged for me to engage. Everything was arranged, every person I met was arranged, I was in a grand production in which I seemed to be the only person who understand it was a grand production. It’s still that way today, although some people I engage today seem somewhat aware that things are being arranged, coincidences are not coincidences.
I tell you all of this because of a dream I had in my nap this afternoon, which I awoke feeling might be about you. Perhaps not. In any event, this kind of discourse is not common fare today, and people I have known, who have written about the dark night process, including de Nicolas, whom I came to know, did not themselves have the experiences Juan de la Cruz had, nor the experiences I had, so their writings, although helpful perhaps in a bare road map way, were not nearly as helpful as, say, Juan de la Cruz’ commentaries, which very well might have saved my life. Yet, they promised only two dark nights, and, alas, there were more for me.
I concluded the dark night, which psychiatry knows not and misdiagnoses and mistreats, as does religion, is a very deep, accelerated spirit-passage designed to move a soul from here to somewhere without the person in it having to do anything but hang on for the ride. Conscious soul development, soul alchemy, is not in play. It is done to the person, whose soul agreed to it, even though the person did not agree to it. Although, in Juan de la Cruz’s commentaries, he said he, and others, did agree to it; they had a sacred ritual they used, which was known to provoke the dark night process, and they used to because spiritual acceleration was their only desire.
I was given the ritual during the middle of the first dark night, but did not realize for many years that it was the same ritual described almost verbatim in Juan de la Cruz’s commentaries. I used the ritual for something else altogether, to invoke the phenomena which Juan de la Crus said would surely come and should be turned away from without exception, because there was no way to discern for sure that Lucifer was not hiding in the phenomena. Keep turning back into the darkness, Juan de la Cruz said. Keep turning back into it, keep doing that, and eventually a singularity would occur, fusion of the soul with God, in the first dark night; fusion of the spirit with God in the second. Then, the dark night would be complete, relief on the way.
Nada, nada, nada, was Juan de la Cruz’s dark transit, until nothing was left but God. I was taken the opposite direction; I was shown in various ways that the phenomena were parts of me I did not know existed, or had fled, or were thrown away, or I had rejected, in this life, in other times, coming back to me, or I was going back to them, although it seemed they were coming back to me. Expansion, expansion, expansion, was my transit; perhaps that’s why there were more than two dark nights for me. And, perhaps I blew some opportunities, which led to my needing more dark nights.
Also, I came to see karma was involved, and dark nights were a way to burn it quickly, as opposed to enduring it the rest of my natural life. Karma, I learned, is very real, and it can be rooted in past transactions in this life, and in past experiences, on this planet, elsewhere; but mostly on this planet is what I consciously came to see.
Well, that’s a whole lot, but perhaps it’s something somebody might find “useful” some day, if it seems the sky has fallen and the earth has opened up and there is no bottom and there is no light and volcanoes and earthquakes are going off and lightning and thunder are everywhere and all hope is lost and terror and bewilderment are king and chaos is queen.
Darn, I sure hope I did not write that for me.
sloan bashinsky
Can you send a photo?

Am in email conversation with Vicki about something else, she told me to tell you hi, best wishes. Will ask her about the book you gave her.
I never met any two people with remotely alike transformative experiences, which should tell religion something, if it had ears.
I had countless not of this world experiences since the first in early 1987, and it might be fair to say that it didn’t matter all that much in the big scheme re my own personal development; what mattered was how I engaged the variety of servings in the cafeteria into which I was put; the grist of this world was, is, the engine that drives the changes. Religion could learn from that, too, if it had ears.
The entire point of being human on this world is to experience this world’s servings. Jesus demonstrated and taught that ongoing in the Gospels. Religion could learn from that, too, if it had ears.
At times you seem to me to have a Pauline theme in your words: this world is dirty, sex is dirty, money is dirty, desire is dirty, best to be above it all – well, short of suicide, about the only way to do that is to live in a cave alone and never jerk off.
Maybe more later. I need to get moving to get to a grubby dirty city commission meeting, to which the angels who run me invited me to attend, if I know what’s good for me :-)
To: sloan bashinsky
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Here is an old passport photo from around ’01, and a parade going up King George V St., Roseau in 2008.
Allow me to reiterate: To me, no thing in creation is inherently evil, not sex, or money, or drugs, or guns, or abortion, etc. But how they are used, and their effects on the self and other selves, may be for good or evil. The world, and anything in it, is only as dirty as the intent in a person’s heart of hearts. If a person truly intends well, but causes harm they will be judged accordingly; just as someone that intends ill and ends up being beneficial will have to answer for their intent. And only God knows what is in the heart. And various types of destruction(and self-destruction) must happen for the various types of creation to take place, the ones that are slated too anyway.
To: sloan bashinsky
Sorry for the delayed response,Yes, much of what you say makes sense to me, and that which doesn’t must be, to some degree, relevant to your own personal dialogue/relationship with the Boss. But then I will never claim my own experience to be The experience.It is no surprise you have a hard time placing a face with my name; Key West has a high turnover rate for faces, and I have remained a stranger even to many of those that have thought they knew me well for years, even my parents(having left Dominica to attempt a reconciliation with them, only to find the invisible, ineffable divide was to remain by Orders). What is seen often belies the unseen. And as you say, the seen and unseen intricacies of this Grand Production, and the appointed “quickening”(scriptural term), that leads to cognition and recognition of them, are not common fare for discussion. And there is a metaphor that is apt, and it is the difference between a tourist and a traveler.A spirit guide that was evidently appointed to me during my own quickening made it clear that it is neither productive nor selfless to attempt to initiate or maintain another individual’s “awakening”, if they have been prepared then it is an inevitable, if not an automatic, process. That man made it clear to me he had not the time or energy to attempt to seed or cultivate on rocky or sterile ground. Regarding those that are destined to be water skippers on the surface of life it is as Goethe said “The world is for many a freak show; the images flicker past and vanish; the impressions remain flat and unconnected in the soul. Thus they are easily led by the opinions of others” and “We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe”. They are no less loved, but they’re awareness of it will remain sporadic and temporary, if it exists at all. As yet, I have not been told why I should be interacting with you…only that I should be for the moment.Your assertion that karma is a key player in soul development rings true, after all it parallels “what you sow, that you shall reap”.  And for some reason, many people have difficulty seeing the only difference between the word “resurrection” and “reincarnation” as a semantic one. It is good to be afraid, blessed are the meek; do not be a slave to fear, be its master. Fear is an excellent impetus if tempered with Faith. If men did not fear the ocean they would go out on it unprepared and die from their lack of respect-many do. It is better to be oppressed than to oppress others, blessed are the poor in spirit. It would be better for anyone to be killed than to kill. What a world this would be if we all could be a little more human being, and a little less talking ape. But, I am told, all is as it should be, otherwise the term almighty would have little meaning. And regarding most people who drop out being soul-wounded. Is it not directed by the Christ himself to give up on worldly thoughts and worries and to live simply and gratefully. Yet the big difference lies in how and why people drop out of the mainstream. It must be done intentionally if it is to stand for anything at all. If it happens from a series of poor choices(lust, drugs, money, pride etc), erratic behavior, or happenstance then it occurs out of compulsion; and while this type of unwilling dropout affords a new and possibly transformative experience, it is more often the result of weakness and not strength. A fairly high profile example of dropping out through strength is Leo Tolstoy near the end of his life.Concerning my own quickening, I can say it mirrors yours in some ways, and doesn’t in others. After years of what I would say were emotional and psychological disturbances due to my past, yet triggered by real-time goings on, it would take far too long to describe them or their meanings to me. But the experience that would tie them all together and give them the greatest meaning began with a lesson in physical pain and tolerance; which perhaps was a way of telling me to pay attention, something more important was coming(Trigeminal Neuralgia was the clinical diagnosis). Following that there were successive visions, both in sleep dreams and while awake, detailing the creation of the Creation and the birth, life and death of this Earth. I was told if left to our own devices that the end of the human world would be no different than was foreshadowed by the Rapa Nui on what is now called Easter Island. Keep in mind that even some of those people survived to procreate and send descendants to the present day. They did so by remaining tied to the land and knowing how to hunt and fish, unlike their status seeking compatriots that perished. Even so, I was told not to worry, as countless earths had been made prior and countless more were being made now-ejected in subatomic particles out the thermal vent of a  black hole, along with what would first become their suns, and what would eventually also become some petunias on a windowsill somewhere.The visions started on Monday Dec 1st of 2008 and were for the most part constant and comprehensive until they ended on the following Sunday, Dec 7th. I was working at a library at the time, and during waking hours was often being attended to by one of my guides, who, on the outside, appeared to be no more than a morbidly obese homeless man wearing diabetes shoes and sleeping on the third floor(nonfiction); sleeping that is, when he wasn’t reading some Physics book entitled Origins or Quantum Self. When he was nowhere to be seen I was still being attended to, as just about any unspoken thought or question I had in mind was soon responded to or answered by the title of a book I was handed to check out for someone or to shelve. I was also warned, although at the time I was so blissed out it didn’t register. There would be another messenger coming along shortly, and the point of his visions would not be to bring peace or to assure that I and all else are only individual particles, and existing within the perceivable image, of God. The long and short of it is, I was sent on a wild goose chase of a road trip across the states to visit old and new friends, during which I felt I was stationary and the changing scenery was just a simulation. After failing to find the wild goose, I crumbled. At one point I was nearly convinced that the only way to prove I was truly selfless was to off myself. And the reasoning was so intricate it was hard to argue that the most polite way would be a way no one would have to clean up a big mess afterward, most likely rope, or pills, or the ocean. I opened the the oracle at my disposal and it said plainly “though shall not tempt the Lord thy God”. Well, over a year’s time, I made it through all that…eventually went to live on a commune in Missouri, where I made peanut butter and met my baby-mama, but that’s a different strange tale entirely. Weirdly, there are people that used to live on that same commune now living in Key West. One makes palm-frond hats and lives out on the hook; he’s an evangelical atheist. The other was, last I saw her, drunk and still living in Susie Depoo’s on Dey street where I lived for a time after my boat debacle.The Oregon dunes is a recreational area on the coast, just South of Florence. The seawall of cliffs found on most of the rest of the coast doesn’t exist there, so a little inland desert of dunes has formed, over the millenia, from the beach sand being blown into the forest. For the most part ATVer’s dominate the dunes, but they are restricted in areas and it is quite a sight to see. It’s possible you might be interested in a book I gave to Vicki, if she still has it perhaps she will loan it to you. Also the last sentence of my last missive was not a jab, just my way of seeing if you saw that money as a temptation, whether it was or not…toodles, JWHP.S.
I suppose I must add that, because of those visions that were given me, I’m not supposed to be too concerned for the monkey-suit I am currently inhabiting, no matter how much I may like it’s name or circumstances. Thus I am unable to see people’s worldly obsessions with politics, religion, sex-trade, development, and whatever else, as anything more than vanity shoring up a blindspot in their supposed “faith”. Is it not logical for a worldly being to desire to rearrange the environment to suit his or her many other earthly desires? For myself logic is only an instrument with which either good or evil may be done, just like money or power or a car or the life freely given a person- concerns for these things can and do enslave the greater portion of humanity, but for anyone that has truly been freed, they are only tools, servants to be commanded.

And tell Vicki I say hi back, and hope she is doing well.
sloan bashinsky
Last night’s city commission was Divine Comedy.
According to a friend down here in the Keys, I’m going to die and burn in hell forever, because I am not a “born-again” Christian. I’m not a Christian, either. I was, it didn’t work out for me, I tried other ways of believing and living, which did not work out for me, keeping all along my belief that God existed. Then something happened, which someone like you can generally understand, and I was in an entirely different place.
So here I am, one foot in the world where I started out in this life, one foot in the entirely different place, bound to both till death parts me from one.
I remember your face, but I do not remember us playing chess. As I said in my first reply to you, I have lost some brain cells. Will pass your best wishes on to Vicki.
To: sloan bashinsky
Ah yes, your “friend” is one of those types,Those types are a pretty common, and inevitable, type of grist for the mill. Unfortunately for them Rasputin had a more pragmatic and merciful faith. What can I say, it takes every kind of people to make the world go round? Lucky for your friend the Lord is patient, understanding, and compassionate. Fitting within the context of the Good, Bad, and the Ugly, such types usually fall in the Ugly category and no worse(and I mean on the inside, since there are just as many aesthetically pleasing ones as those that are not). But I must always remind myself that only God knows whats in the heart, and it’s possible this person thinks he is doing good when he says it? Not my job to sort him out. It’s likely he’ll end up before an entirely different circuit court than you and I (whether it be a supernal or infernal one is anyone’s guess). All I can say is forgive him, he probably does not truly know what he does, and, so, will be judged as a child, of sorts, which does not know any better; just like the many others before, during, and after him that were/are/will be either unwilling or unable to experience their faith and search for truth to come to fruition and maturity. And I doubt that what you and I have experienced(baptism of fire?) was for the purpose of bickering with children, more than likely we are here to bear witness. If he has ears to hear and eyes to see then perhaps he will be able to pour out some of the old wine to make room for some of the new. If not, move on and be not vexed by it; there will be plenty more of the like. Forgiveness after all, is also a release and waiver both by and for the giver of it, doncha know, and not a mandate to keep hanging round the same old turd-mongers.I suppose that if you’re being pushed to interact with him by your editors than I would reevaluate. Is it essential that he be convinced by your experiences or is it just the immovable object attempting to spank the irresistible force(or vice versa)? Seems inefficient to the point of territorialism. If this man has ears to hear, is it more likely that you can splash some water on yourself, blurt out some empty platitudes, adopt or inherit a position based off of selective readings from scripture(ignoring the ones that don’t fit neatly into one’s politics), and then self-proclaim as reborn? Sounds like someone putting on a new pair of clothes, and thinking they are now an emperor. Or is it more likely that the rebirth that Christ spoke of was an experience that nobody would willingly choose, because then they would have to leave all they loved, and was familiar to them, behind. I can never go back to seeing and feeling the world as I once did, and neither can you- we have been reborn, and it is not unheard of. And as far as anyone burning in hell for all eternity, it would not only be counter-productive for all that time and energy to be spent on raising one’s awareness of God’s grace and love only to cast that awareness into the incinerator- it would be Hateful. Do the so-called Christians really believe that Our Father is so sadistic and malevolent a being as to not mete out justice with compassion, mercy, and reason? Truly, some of Key West’s finest hookers will see God before they will.What is more my concern is why our own paths have crossed. Now before I knew of your experience, mine was the only one I personally knew of. Yet our paths crossed beforehand. Are we to take each other as resources to pull from? The experience itself seems rare enough, what are the odds that two people that have had such celestial encounters should meet and be aware of one another? One out of infinity? Are we each an assurance to the other? Someone to relate to? Things to be pondered. Oddly enough, I cannot now say that I am perfect, as many so-called “Christians” have no problem believing themselves to be. But Fear of God and Faith in Christ hold my course, and will direct it from here on out, the door it appears, is not a revolving one. I will still accrue some petty transgressions(from human weakness) and have to work them off, I am told, but those that occurred prior to my experience no longer have the destructive influence on me that they once had.There have been other historical accounts, and even some recent startling conversions. Two recent ones in our time are Dave Mustaine of Megadeth, about the last person anyone thought would admit of Christ, and the other that I know of is Anne Rice. They are both damaged souls and crazy in their own ways, but both also highly successful in their fields. As for fitting into a mold Anne Rice had this to say: “I quit being a Christian. I’m out. In the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-Democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life. In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity and being Christian. Amen.” Apparently she is withdrawing only from the community of “believers” and not from her belief in the Christ deity, as a subsequent clarification read: “Faith in Christ is central to my life.” Whether or not they experienced anything slightly similar to what you and I have is pure speculation, but the Lord has flocks we don’t know about, nor do we know how they’re herded.I look forward to your perspective,

sloan bashinsky
My friend, his name is Tim Gratz. I published a number of email exchanges between us over the years. This year it devolved into his view of salvation, of which I had not known. I told him he didn’t understand what being born again in the spirit meant, it wasn’t what he thought; Peter in the New Testament was an example who was born again in the spirit. It’s a rare thing, and if only Christians/Catholics had experiences equivalent (not same as) to Peter’s die and go to heaven, then all other Christians, including Tim, die and burn in hell forever, based on his “theory”. I published that. I never thought, or felt, I would have any effect on Tim. I engage what comes to me and sometimes it is published, sometimes not. The audience is bigger than the correspondents, always, when I publish various correspondence. I just put it out there. If something comes back, I engage it. Tim wrote to me today, saying he was glad to read I still view him as a friend. I wrote back:
“Tim, I have lots of Christian friends, and Catholic friends. But most of them don’t talk to me about their theology. Most of them are concerned with living, not dying and the hereafter.”
I often weary of his and my correspondence and other interactions, but sometimes it’s interesting.
I have told Tim that he should be grateful that God is more tolerant than Tim is, and I have told Tim than his salvation formula is Lucifer’s salvation formula, and I have published that, too.
I think you and I were brought into the other place somewhat, maybe a lot, differently, Jason. And, based on what I have heard from you so far, it seems my transit, as I have written to you already, is through what this world serves to me, as arranged by the angels who run me. They put you and me together, I knew that immediately.
The angels put Tim and me together, but it was a while after our first encounter, which I had forgotten until he reminded me of it, that I saw he and I had been put together.
I view all people I meet as being put in front of me by the angels, no coincidences. I engage them where they are, and sometimes it’s only supposed to be on their level, and sometimes I’m supposed to move it to a different level.
Key West is a good place for me to be stationed, because a lot of people come here from elsewhere, some to stay a while, some to leave; people I need to meet, and vice versa. Saves lots of travel on my part, of which I used to do a great deal.
I can discuss cosmic stuff with you. I’ve certainly been dunked in it. But, as I wrote yesterday, cosmic experiences did not seem to be the engine driving my changes. Certainly, some changes were triggered by cosmic experiences, but the engagements on this world were the engine for most of the alchemy in me.
If I engage this world’s servings in keeping with my spirit training and guidance/corrections, that refines me. If I engage this world’s servings in the old ways, I lose traction, can even go backwards – I have experienced that. It was horrible, took the angels 2 years to turn me around, get me back to where I was before I slipped a disc, so speak.
Right now, I seem to be going through a change in on this world, am still fuzzy on details. It’s one day at a time for me, deal with what’s in front of me, deal what follows that, deal with what follows that – pretty simple program, but the internal grinding can be really rugged, today is really rugged internally.
As I do with the external what I am trained and/or directed to do, the internal moves forward, is digested, assimilated, excreted. Then, comes the next meal. Then the next meal. Right now, I’m in various stages of digesting quite a few meals, you are one meal, Tim is another.
What’s the point? Fuck if I know, other than I have been told what I am experiencing is being arranged to accelerate my spirit velocity, if I stick to the program. I have been told many times not to worry myself with how others respond to what I am given to do, say, write; I am to worry myself with doing what I’m given to do, in the way I’m trained and advised.
I in the past have encountered people who’d had cosmic, life-changing experiences. Some seemed grounded in this world, dealing with the daily grist, others seemed off in another world, not interested in the daily grist, or maybe not wanting to be in it, escape perhaps; denial, perhaps.
There was a time when I was connected to quite advanced people, some became friends, others I was introduced to by their “followers”. Most of the ones to whom I was introduced were not nearly as far along as they believed they were; often something happened because I was there that was for them, and they did not get it. Usually, it was something that happened not caused b me, but sometimes it was something I did or said.
That hasn’t happened since a lady shaman from South America came through Key West three Christmases ago and found out about me in a weird way and we and her fellow had some time together and it didn’t go all that easy for her, or for me; she was still using the sacred vine in the Amazon to take shaman journeys, finally the angels told me in a dream that was like taking steroids. I told her of the dream, and she said she might not have further dealings with me for at least a year, maybe not ever. That was Christmas before last. No word from her since. I don’t dislike her, nor do I dislike Tim Gratz.
There are people I do dislike. Tim does stuff I dislike, but there is something about him, which I like. Maybe we have known each other a while (before this life).
What the fuck do I know? What the angels show me, what life shows me. In the Big Scheme, I’m probably an ignoramus; compared to me, who I was before Jesus and Archangel Michael apprehended me in early 1987, probably was an ignoramus.
Everything is relative, and everything is provisional; nothing is cast into stone, as far as I can tell. Nothing.
Maybe I will be told in a dream tonight to shuck Tim; that would surprise me, but not being told to leave off discussing certain topics him. I might be told in a dream tonight to shuck you. and that, too, would surprise me.
I cannot imagine anyone wanting to have the Baptism in Fire, of which Jesus spoke in the Gospels, which he himself experienced in the Gospels – that’s easy for me to see, being up to my eyeballs in it for a l-o-n-g t-i-m-e. I have read of people who actually wanted to have the experience, though. John of the Cross. Anthony of the Desert. In Christendom, for examples. Some of the Sufi masters, for other examples.
It was visited on me, and I have hollered plenty about it, and wished I was dead, thought plenty about making myself dead. As you say, as I have told many people, there is no way to know what that is like unless it happens to you. There are stories of it happening to people in the Bible, but Christendom does not grok those stories are examples of what Jesus meant by being born again in the spirit.
For all I know, Christendom never will grok that. Doesn’t stop me from writing about it from time to time, and publishing it.
I really don’t know yet why you and I were connected. Maybe I never will know in this life. But we were connected.
Never heard of Dave Mustaine, I see him in Wikipedia. I never did like heavy metal, perhaps related to my never having heard of him.
Read some of Anne Rice’s vampire tales, that the Anne Rice you mean? I wondered what her fascination with vampires was really about? I figured it was interesting, perhaps macabre, something buried in her psyche, I wonder now if she ever got to the bottom of that?
To: sloan bashinsky
Yep, the same Anne Rice. According to Wiki She elaborated :On July 28, 2010, Rice publicly renounced her dedication to Christianity on her Facebook page, stating, “Today I quit being a Christian…. I remain committed to Christ as always but not to being “Christian” or to being part of Christianity. It’s simply impossible for me to ‘belong’ to this quarrelsome, hostile, disputatious, and deservedly infamous group. For ten years, I’ve tried. I’ve failed. I’m an outsider. My conscience will allow nothing else.”[63][64][64] Shortly thereafter, she clarified her statement: “My faith in Christ is central to my life. My conversion from a pessimistic atheist lost in a world I didn’t understand, to an optimistic believer in a universe created and sustained by a loving God is crucial to me. But following Christ does not mean following His followers. Christ is infinitely more important than Christianity and always will be, no matter what Christianity is, has been, or might become.”[65]
Following her announcement, Rice’s renunciation of Christianity was commented upon by numerous journalists and pundits.[66][40] In an interview with the Los Angeles Times, Rice elaborated on her view regarding being a member of a Christian church: “I feel much more morally comfortable walking away from organized religion. I respect that there are all kinds of denominations and all kinds of churches, but it’s the entire controversy, the entire conversation that I need to walk away from right now.”[67] In response to the question, “how do you follow Christ without a church?” Rice replied: “I think the basic ritual is simply prayer. It’s talking to God, putting things in the hands of God, trusting that you’re living in God’s world and praying for God’s guidance. And being absolutely faithful to the core principles of Jesus’ teachings.”

As for Mustaine, he sort of went the way of Ted Neugent. Being it takes a certain type of insecure male to seek out the macho status of Rock and Roll, and especially Thrash Metal, it wasn’t surprising. Not to mention he was originally kicked out of Metallica because he drank too much for THEM, and he placed a couple of “black magic hexes” when he was younger which he perceived to have worked and felt guilty for ever after. A Wiki byte from him:”I went back to being a Jehovah’s Witness, but I wasn’t happy with that.” He later said in an interview, “Looking up at the cross, I said six simple words, ‘What have I got to lose?’ Afterwards my whole life has changed. It’s been hard, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. Rather go my whole life believing that there is a God and find out there isn’t than live my whole life thinking there isn’t a God and then find out, when I die, that there is.”[21] Mustaine also considers his talent a gift from God. “To be the No. 1 rated guitar player in the world is a gift from God and I’m stoked about it, but I think Christ is better than I am, anyway,” he said. “Either way, I don’t put too much earthly merit on it.”
To: sloan bashinsky
I wasn’t suggesting that you discontinue a friendship, simply moving on from what might be a source of conflict. As far as ending relationships, of whatever nature, I am familiar with the discipline.And it certainly was not my intent to make a sweeping generalization of all churchgoers. There are a lot of kindly old grandmothers out there going to church and praying for their loved ones, and that is wonderful. My own great grandmother(one of the 4 great grandparents I was privileged to have spent time with) would often mention that she was sometimes afraid God had forgotten about her. She lived to be 93 and had had to watch 2 of her husbands go before her into the unknown. Sadly, rather than any of my family offering to move in with her or to take her in, they put her in a home because she was falling too much. She died within months, just stopped eating.No doubt our experiences have many differences, but differences only add to the flavor. It’s not the differences that astound me, but they keep me interested in life. We’ll have to get into other things I haven’t as yet mentioned later. As for earthly me, I’m still well immersed in the grist of this world, namely human relationships; although, almost completely within the confines of familial and domestic situations(i.e. compromise, choosing ones battles, learning to understand my own hangups in concert with other people’s hangups). Which is also something I would not have actively chosen for myself, considering I was glad to be rid of it and enjoying my freedoms. It’s not easy to go from a wild horsey’s life and go back to live on the farm, I have found.When you say ”They put you and me together, I knew that immediately”, do you mean when you got my recent e-mail or when I first met you on duval street in front of Earthbound trading company? As I recall you were walking with a rolled up tourney board hanging out of your pack and I asked you for a game.  We went around the corner and had one at Sippin, after which you had to go but not before handing me “A Tale of Two Hearts”? Also, what do you feel your relationship with Patrick means? Is it possible he is one of your guardians/guides? He has a great inner peace. Well gotta go for now.JWH

sloan bashinsky
Ann Rice from yours:
In response to the question, “how do you follow Christ without a church?” Rice replied: “I think the basic ritual is simply prayer. It’s talking to God, putting things in the hands of God, trusting that you’re living in God’s world and praying for God’s guidance. And being absolutely faithful to the core principles of Jesus’ teachings.”
That’s pretty close to how I go about it. Jesus was not a Christian. He was a Jew. He walked and talked with angels of the Lord. He got advice from them. He prayed for God’s guidance. His prayer was so simple, too simple:
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth …
Nothing in that entire prayer about dying and going to heaven. That prayer is about bringing heaven to earth in our daily lives, and how many ways in the Gospels did Jesus give examples of how that could happen? If he did not think how people lived was important, why then did he make such a big deal, often, about how people lived?
Yet, my friend, Tim, he has lots of company, is convinced the Bible says how people live has nothing to do with be saved by Jesus, with being in heaven with God after they die. Looks like insanity to me, or demonic possession, you pick. But a kinder way to look at it, for me, is this is a computer program, it is brainwashing, and it was done to Tim, and others, when they were young; or they had a great commotion later in life and fled to religion, and then it was fed to them by people to whom it had been fed, who had it fed to them by people to whom it had been fed , going back generations and centuries, to when it got started some time after the man Jesus walked on this world.
For God’s sake! If a person lives as Jesus said in the Gospels people should live, what the fuck does it matter to Jesus, or to God, whether or not that person is a Christian, or a born-again Christian?
In the law, which Tim knows pretty well, he’s an ex-lawyer, is a doctrine of substance over form, which means the courts, and the law, look to what really is going on, and not to what is painted to be going on.
Christendom’s salvation formula is paint; the real salvation, the substance, mimic Jesus. This is plain as day to me, but between Christianity and its offshoots, and Catholocism and its offshoots, together over 2 billion people, think, how many understand that what is important is to mimic Jesus, because action speaks so much louder than theory, belief, theology, attending church, that the latter are but dust in the wind compared to action.
I think maybe Mary Chapin Carpenter might have done a hit song with “action speaks louder” in it. And another hit song with “sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes the bug, sometimes you’re the Louisville Slugger, sometimes the ball.”
That country gal sang about life; the grist that defines us, tests us, teaches us, soothes us, excites us, depresses us, uplifts us, destroys us. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly.
This poem was given to me in August 2000, on Maui, during the week I went homeless the first time:
All fig leaves burn
All ugly seen
All pain loved
All truth beauty
All people one
All time now
This poem was given to me in April, 1994:
the sacred planet
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
purified in Holy Fire,
then one-forged
and sent on their way
to not even God knows where,
simply because they are all
unique emanations of God,
evolving …
Keep it simple stupid, might pretty well sum up those two poems, which pretty well sum up human beings and their Creator, in my ignorant opinion.
I wonder if Anne Rice is experiencing Holy Fire internally? I wonder if she had lost control of her life? Has she been shanghaied by angels of the Lord?
I sometimes am called on by Jehovah’s Witnesses. When I don’t care to deal with them, I tell them I am Jewish, a Mormon, or Catholic. Sometimes I engage them and say I get such large doses of God ongoing, that often I find myself wishing there was no God, and would they like to hear some of my stories?, and by now they are either headed back to their car, or saying what they have memorized or been programmed to say. They always are polite, and they always leave, wondering, I suppose, what manner of devils live inside of that poor man?
Jesus, Archangel Michael, Magdalene-Melchizedek, for starters.
Not infrequently, I muse out loud, sometimes in posts at my websites, what humanity would be like on this world, if it got treated by the above and their cohorts the way I am treated by them? I have also mused out loud that such an event might reduce the human population on this planet to 50,000 individuals, or maybe to only 5,000, or maybe to only 500.
Maybe that’s why it isn’t done to the species.
What do I know? Maybe what is done to me, to you, what happens inside of us, others who have been cut out of the herd, is infectious, contagious? Maybe other humans catch it unawares, and it starts incubating in them, like a virus, until it breaks out and they are sick with it, so to speak, if not in this life, then later.
Maybe we are sort of like Typhoid Mary, so to speak :-)
sloan bashinsky
I was writing my previous when another from you arrived, which I only saw when I sent the previous your way.

I don’t recall meeting you the first time. I meant when I heard from you the other day. I sometimes groused that I didn’t have anyone to talk with about a whole lot of what I experience, have experienced, been shown, told.
Your grandmother sounds wonderful. I have known lots of church goers I really liked, and I have told them I didn’t care for their view, if they professed it, that only Christians, or only born-again Christians, didn’t die and burn forever in hell. And, if it was their professed view that America at War, Inc. was doing God’s will, I didn’t care for that view either.
I’m 71 years old. All my ancestors are dead. I am the oldest in my generation. I’m the grandfather, who does not hear from his children, or grandchildren.
Well, Jesus did tell his disciples they were going to lose all of that, and wives, and friends, and parents, through rejection, or shunning, and when that all happened to me, I remembered what Jesus had told his disciples. Didn’t make me like it, though, and it didn’t stop the pain. And didn’t cause me not to love them, and it didn’t cause me not to like them; it seemed to be the terrain I was on.
Sometimes I wonder if I might not like going back to being a horsey on a farm.
Two Souls in Love, think it was called, fell out of me in early 2006, right before I returned to the Keys to live full time, after having lived her part time, mostly homeless, or just off the street, since late 2000. I may still have one copy.
Patrick is a very old soul, who suffered horrible trauma in his youth and later. He was put in prison at age 18, because he refused to be inducted into the US military and go to Vietnam. 3 years in prison. That might not have been the start of his woes, but it was certainly a major contribution. Other major contributions followed.
He only wanted to play chess and make mandalas, from childhood. He still loves chess and making mandalas. He also is an addict, active, booze. He is in awful health. He seems to be waiting on the Lord to take him. He is gentle, usually. And patient. He is curious. He knows a lot more than he lets on.
Sometimes he comes in my dreams with messages. Sometimes I dream of chess positions, moves, which, on waking, mean something to me about something I am engaging in this world.
In Jan. 2005, I was told in my sleep, “You need to learn how to play chess.” I started hanging out with Patrick at the AA hall, where he then worked the counter, he was sober then. I started playing chess with him, other people he knew. Other chess players showed up. I lost a whole lot of games. I had been terrified of chess most of my life, because I felt really stupid the few times I played it.
I needed to learn better how to play chess in life’s engagements, and playing chess with Patrick and the other people was one way of sharpening me up, honing my wits, making me more “street smart” perhaps.
Patrick is a dear friend, and I have to watch his struggle knowing there is nothing I can do to change it. He is headed down, it will take and Act of God to change that.
I have helped him out a few times when he needed something he could not afford to buy. Something he really needed. I imagine he and I have known each other a long time, before this life.
sloan bashinsky
I tossed in some thoughts in italics between your paragraphs.

From: harryharris@
To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Life is a strange tale.
Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 23:18:47 +0000

I agree,
As Mister Rogers once said “I feel so strongly that deep and simple is far more essential than shallow and complex.”. As far as I am now concerned, between the Creator and His children there needs be no complicating middle men; but many confounding, and exploitative, complications arise when people are convinced by other people to the contrary. And while the shallow and complex are not as essential, they are still necessary to the program. I was taken to church regularly as I child, by people that even now, 30 some odd years later, are not very deep, but that does not make them bad. Many true believers fall away from that scene when the hypocrisy became too obvious and distasteful to bear any longer. The Catholic church has produced many types demons, and various other recovering Catholics. Many people have been, are now, and will be led astray, Christ said as much. But people will always be the pathways to other peoples information and misinformation. Just as the poor will always be with us.
What do you suppose happens in the collective soul of Earthlings when 2,000,000,000 people believe and often say all but them will die and burn in hell forever when they leave this life? Do you think some force protects the collective soul from such metaphysics? Likewise, what do you suppose happens in the collective soul of Earthlings with 1.2 billion Muslims believe only they will go to heaven, and all others are infidels? These are not nice thoughts being transmitted. These actually are the worst possible thoughts being transmitted, and they do have an effect, unless the angles are vaporizing these not nice thoughts.
Likewise, my own interactions with this world fall into a very simple framework, It is summed up by a great bumper sticker: “Disturb the comfortable, and comfort the disturbed.” Practicing such can get complicated pretty fast, as I’m sure you know. For the most part because people tend to most often be equal parts comfortably complacent and reflexively threatened. And it sometimes takes a lot of grace to dance between the raindrops with some people, while still knocking them just enough off balance to see something they otherwise wouldn’t see, without also getting them so disturbed that they close up.
I seem to be specially trained to disturb the comfortable and to comfort the disturbed. I do it daily. And sometimes the comfortable become the disturbed and need comforting, and sometimes the disturbed become comfortable and need disturbing.
That being said, I’m not sure that everything you and I may get into discussion about is meant for public consumption. I’m aware that whatever I may send you will be left to the discretion of your editorial board. But my editorial board says there are some things that may not be helpful or productive for some that have not been prepared for them. I guess we’ll see how that goes.
More likely than not, 99 percent of what we have discussed, which I published, had no effect on 99 per cent of whomever read it. Conscious effect. Subconscious effect might be different. Inverting that, the angels keeping Earthlings in the dark about Mary mother of Jesus molesting Jesus in his youth, and how that caused him to not care that much for her, while at the same time it made him prone to let her talk him into making the first reported miracle, water into wine, which led him into a ministry of miracles, which distracted from the life teachings, and led to a religion focused far more on miracles than on living and doing good, which created a huge disturbance in the collective soul of Earthlings, which, unless the angels contained it in their ways, bled unrecognized out of the collective subconscious into all of Earthling affairs. A micro view, a girl molested in childhood by her father has all sorts of troubles later in life stemming out of the incest buried in her subconscious. When Jesus finally told his father what Mary had done, Joseph’s heart failed him, he collapsed and died in Jesus’ arms. No love lost between Jesus and his mother, whom the Vatican elevated to the Mother of God and worships. Well, that’s the way it was explained to my 6th wife and me by Jesus and his mother in mid-2000, and what happened to my wife right after that was the proof we had been told the truth. Before the revelation, I started thinking, and telling my wife, that I was hearing there was an evil greater than Lucifer, and finally she said Archangel Michael told her that if I could conceive an evil greater than Lucifer, then it existed. Then came Jesus and his mother with the news, which, its suppression by the “good guys”, was the evil greater than Lucifer, was the way it looked to me. I was furious, because I knew the havoc that cover up had wreaked in the collective soul of humanity, especially in the Christendom quadrant.
My response regarding your ponderings in bold:

“Keep it simple stupid, might pretty well sum up those two poems, which pretty well sum up human beings and their Creator, in my ignorant opinion.”
Having come into the world on April Fool’s day, there is little that I can do about my own level of foolishness, or my awareness of it. But it has also shown me a great deal of the world’s foolishness to laugh about and not take too seriously, notice I say too seriously, not least of which is “my” self. Another great bumper sticker I once read: “Don’t take life too seriously, it’s only temporary”. And it took many personal pains and losses, both on and off the chessboard, to make that a very profound sentiment.
“I wonder if Anne Rice is experiencing Holy Fire internally? I wonder if she had lost control of her life? Has she been shanghaied by angels of the Lord?”
According to a perusal of her history, her mother died of alcoholism when she was very young, and she lost her daughter to leukemia around ’72 which led to her writing Interview with a Vampire.
Maybe Anne deep down inside felt God was the vampire, through her mother, then more so through her lost daughter? Maybe Anne thought Christianity was the vampire? Maybe her mother was an alcoholic because of her religious upbringing?
I might add to that…It seems that part of reason for so much grist being pulverized in the worldly program is for the purpose of breaking certain individuals, specifically their egos/identities. Only the ones that remain flexible enough to be broken, and stripped of their dearest illusions, yet not fall apart entirely to destruction, are refined from human ore into human potential. This may seem inefficient, even very biased, for a Being that is supposed to lack such imperfections. But are not these the same refined individuals, agents of change, that lead to the eventual refining of exponential others; and so on until the effects are distributed evenly across the whole species (or at least the adaptable ones). They can also be likened to the yeast which makes the bread rise, which I’m sure you recall someone else having said before. Would that one sperm that fertilizes the egg ever make it without all those others competing and creating a flow of action? Is a glass that contains 50% water and 50% air half full, half empty, both at the same time, all three at the same time, or even all the way full but only part of the fullness can be seen? There is much to wonder at and toil about, but loving God all the same is very simple.
I can’t say I love God. I respect God, however, because I have personally experienced and seen what God is capable of doing, and most of it I didn’t care for when it happened to me. I would love to experience God differently, but I think maybe that’s not entirely my call.
As for my own interactions with Patrick, they have been far fewer than yours. There were a couple of chess games played  and puzzles he showed me. I asked him what type of awareness would know all the potential outcomes on the black and white squares, the pieces, and the people moving them, and he replied “I would call that Omnipresence”.  I even had a couple of beers with him once, I think he thought I was a lightweight because I bought some red stripe while he got the tallest cheapest can he could. Of course I understood, he must drink for maintenance and so select for function; I drink for recreation and so select for taste. By that time I had met many people who would not be in this world if it weren’t for some “bad” habit(s) keeping them tied to it. Regardless of his genetic predispositions(which he could not choose), it came to me through other channels that there was a “teacher” at Porter Place, and by that time he was the only person I knew of that lived there. Is it possible he is playing possum in some ways? Outside of the bible, does true power ever reveal itself in an ostentatious way? It seems to me if someone from a very young age is drawing mandalas and studying chess, and then also decides to sit in prison for 3 years, rather than fight in an unjust war, that person might have much to teach indeed.
As you say, I have lots more experience with Patrick than you do; a whole lot more experience, actually. At the level of soul, in spirit time, he probably is on the Yoda level. On this world, he is waiting on the Lord to take him. As am I. Alas, it seems Patrick and I have more to do here for God W. Almighty – A stands for Weird, I told some people tonight. I once had a poem fall out of me, in which I concluded I had to be crazy to love God, because of all the crazy shit God expected of me, which I didn’t want expected of me.
A Salaam Alaikum,
sloan bashinsky
Several times in the past few years, more often lately, the angels never corrected it, I have thought, and have published, that Key West, because of its diversity and location on top of a major earth vortex, and because of its adopted One Human Family official creed, is a proxy for all of humanity; as Key West goes, humanity is measured thereby.

What I did not publish, I figured that would be a bit over done, was how Key West responds to the various pokings by other people down here, and by me, is the testing ground.
JWH . (harryharris78@hotmail.com)
To: sloan bashinsky
I can’t say I love God. I respect God, however, because I have personally experienced and seen what God is capable of doing, and most of it I didn’t care for when it happened to me. I would love to experience God differently, but I think maybe that’s not entirely my call.

I agree about your experience with Him not being your choice. But being that He is infinite, eternal, omniscient, unchanging and all things are done through Him, given enough time your experience will change, whether it’s while you’re in the body known as Sloan Young Bashinsky or out of it, or in another by another name, time will tell. After all, it is not God that evolves through time, but our perception and perspective of Him.
More likely than not, 99 percent of what we have discussed, which I published, had no effect on 99 per cent of whomever read it. Conscious effect. Subconscious effect might be different.

I also agree with that, because I’ve been pretty meticulous about the content of it. And I’ve directed the conversation in a way as to talk about other topics besides you or your experience in specifics, as your emotionality concerning it, and how real it is to you, is counter-productive at times. Passion is not a bad thing, but it makes a poor captain. Better to let reason steer your emotions and not vice versa, whether you’re one of the many unwilling-walking-wounded or not. But, whereas I had hoped for a possible interpretation or brainstorming from you, concerning some ongoing, recurrent signs and symbols given to me since 2005, I think I’ve heard enough for the moment. If I’m directed to, I’ll be in touch.
Peace be upon you, JWH
Sloan Bashinsky
Hi, Jason –

I have no problem, personally, publishing our emails, which I did not yet publish.
It was my impression from you, that you, or your spirit guidance, questioned my publishing what I had already published; and it was my impression that my own spirit guidance was telling me to sit on what I had not published, which most recently passed between us, which I continued to wonder if I would eventually be told to publish.
I have no clue what is your purpose. You clearly have had very unusual experiences by human standards. You clearly have been shown a lot of stuff most people are not shown. You clearly are concerned about a view that is not given to me to express, so far, in my conversations with other people privately and in my writings which are published.
In some ways, what you have shared with me reminds me of what have read in various New Age writings, not in other ways. You come across as if the entire cosmos, as it pertains to Earth humans, has been revealed to you. Perhaps it has. Perhaps I am an outlet for that view to be seen by others, perhaps not. Perhaps you are a change agent for my perspective, perhaps not. Perhaps it is the other way around, perhaps not. Perhaps we represent two different views, perhaps not. Perhaps we represent different parts of one bigger view, perhaps not.
I had two long dreams in a nap, from which I only recently awoke and went on line to find your email, the first dream telling me something very big was coming in, I was to send out an alert that all forces needed to be recalled to deal with it, and the second dream saying perhaps I was not as good a quarterback as had been touted by my dream coach nationally (Nick Saban, Alabama’s head football coach) in my dreams of late. Waking, I wondered if I had flubbed up by not already publishing your and my latest emails, not counting yours today, of which I was yet unaware.
However, I cannot at this moment agree, unless I am told to agree, that I need your consent, or your spirit guidance’s consent, to publish any future thing you send to me. I need to hear what my spirit guidance says about that. Whatever they tell me is okay with me. I will let you know about that as soon as I hear from them, probably in my dreams tonight.
Thanks for coming back to me.
6:46 PM
To: sloan bashinsky
That’s fine, sounds reasonable.
I won’t claim to know what either of our purposes are, either in the short run, or the long run. How advanced could either of us be? Whether we are on this planet at this time for our own sakes or other people’s sake or both, we’re here, now. All I know is I still have more questions than answers. The words “New Age” are really vague, and I’m not really sure what they entail for one person is what they do for another. But to me they just represent an eclectic mishmash of source materials(i.e. philosophy, astrology, mythology, religion, science, art) that is often used in an entertaining and commercial way- often jiggered with, and fine-tuned, to suit many different molds of consumer without demanding any real commitment or change. Lots of real things and ideas jumbled into a kind of mud, speculative fiction I guess I would call it; and I’d have to surmise that it has its purpose, just like anything and anyone else.
Anywho, I wouldn’t get my hopes up too much about what may pass between us, it may not be profound or novel for either of us. And I can’t say I’m any more concerned by one view over any other. All I know is what’s been told and shown me, and how I’m told to apply it at the moment, just like you.
P.S. Keep in mind, the directive given me was specific to your blog(s). Even if you’re given the go ahead for continuing this conversation under those terms, if you feel impelled/compelled to forward or show someone else our discourse in private, at your own discretion, it’s ok on my end.
Sloan Bashinsky
7:38 PM
I understood you meant my blogs. I gather from this last from you that your editors are okay with with my publishing our future correspondences, if any, without getting your or your editors’ okay. That is not a question. I will not publish anything new pf ours, or old but not yet published, without my own editors’ okay. Because of stuff that happened shortly after I last wrote to you, my sense now is the second dream I described to you might well be about something else I have been sitting on, not related to yours and mine, but related to my running for mayor this year. The first dream I described to you, that still seems to me to be about your prior email to me. I imagine dream time tonight will be interesting for me. Can’t wait. Meanwhile, I’m going out for a while to have dinner and watch sporting events at Jack Flats, and maybe try to catch up with Patrick and his buddy Juan for chess. I found them last night at Patrick’s and they played for hours, I played Patrick two games. He waxed us both until we wore him out with the tag team, then Juan won the last game, barely. A hell of a lot more fun that most things I do.
1:41 AM
To: Sloan Bashinsky
1:41 AM
You really aren’t as advanced, spiritually, as you like to believe.
Um, really?
Thus far, I think I’ve proven myself to be a patient, credible person, but for you to think someone coming forward to you and explaining to you that the same Being has contacted them, just as He had you, somehow equates to you being a “shaman” wreaks of self-importance. It wreaks of someone that’s been bamboozled by the darkness which masquerades as light (2 Corinthians Chap 11 Verses 14-15). It’s pretty apparent that you were given the call, a long time ago and repeatedly, and still went off the rails just so you could appoint an earthly status to yourself of “shaman”, “author”, “poet”, “mayor elect”, “sex monk” or whatever else your belly or prong told you might get you fed or laid. The call was to spread the message of compassion, understanding, and forgiveness. The call was to spread the gospel. Instead, you became a wandering star.
“I gather from this last from you that your editors are okay with with my publishing our future correspondences, if any, without getting your or your editors’ okay. That is not a question.”
I’m not sure of what voice gave you that impression, but it wasn’t mine or the Lord’s. I can see now that there is something else working in/on you. While projecting quite a lot of your own hangups on others(you seem to like the molestation card), you self-promote as “the best the spirit world can produce”. News flash, spirits aren’t hung up on orgasms or molestation, minds and bodies are. Spirits don’t live in the past as much as you do. The probability is that you are more soul-wounded than most and that’s why you’re a self-promoting charlatan. At seven “wives”, and probably desperately hoping for another, it is apparently clear to me why you suffer so much as you do- what was wrong with the 1st, or 2nd, or 3rd, or 4th, or 5th, or 6th(besides the fact that after you taught them how to orgasm they were automatically “saved”, awoken form their torpor by the monkey jizz of a holier-than-thou sex monk)? Hilarious, and sad. You cannot serve both your bodily urges and God.Jude, chapter 18 In the very same way, on the strength of their dreams these ungodly people pollute their own bodies, reject authority and heap abuse on celestial beings.
12 These people are blemishes at your love feasts, eating with you without the slightest qualm—shepherds who feed only themselves. They are clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted—twice dead. 13 They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.2 Corinthians Chap11:14 And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. 15 It is not surprising, then, if his servants also masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve.I pray that God’s will be done, and, if it be included in that will, that Jesus the Christ saves you from your self,
{This email below I, Sloan, had missed seeing until reviewed all of Jason’s and my emails, and I replied to it in italics inside of his at this point in the email chain.}
From: harryharris@________
To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Life is a strange tale.
Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 04:49:00 +0000

What do you suppose happens in the collective soul of Earthlings when 2,000,000,000 people believe and often say all but them will die and burn in hell forever when they leave this life? Do you think some force protects the collective soul from such metaphysics? Likewise, what do you suppose happens in the collective soul of Earthlings with 1.2 billion Muslims believe only they will go to heaven, and all others are infidels? These are not nice thoughts being transmitted. These actually are the worst possible thoughts being transmitted, and they do have an effect, unless the angles are vaporizing these  not nice thoughts.
Inverting that, the angels keeping Earthlings in the dark about Mary mother of Jesus molesting Jesus in his youth, and how that caused him to not care that much for her, while at the same time it made him prone to let her talk him into making the first reported miracle, water into wine, which led him into a ministry of miracles, which distracted from the life teachings, and led to a religion focused far more on miracles than on living and doing good, created a huge disturbance in the collective soul of Earthlings, which, unless the angels contained it in their ways, bled unrecognized out of the collective subconscious into all of Earthling affairs. A micro view, a girl molested in childhood by her father has all sorts of troubles later in life stemming out of the incest buried in her subconscious. When Jesus finally told his father what Mary had done, Joseph’s heart failed him, he collapsed and died in Jesus’ arms. No love lost between Jesus and his mother, whom the Vatican elevated to the Mother of God and worships. Well, that’s the way it was explained to my 6th wife and I by Jesus and his mother in mid-2000, and what happened to my wife right after that was the proof we had been told the truth. Before the revelation, I started thinking, and telling my wife, that I was hearing there was an evil greater than Lucifer, and finally she said Archangel Michael told her that if I could conceive an evil greater than Lucifer, then it existed. Then came Jesus and his mother with the news, which, its suppression by the “good guys”, was the evil greater than Lucifer, was the way it looked to me. I was furious, because I knew the havoc that cover up had wreaked in the collective soul of humanity, especially in the Christendom quadrant.
I suppose these are just points where our experiences diverge. And I guess Id’ have to ask whether “knowing” any of that to be “true” actually did any “good” for anyone, other than yourself(if it does). All it really tells me is that molestation weighs heavily on you, both in the past, and in the present, and may very well be coloring the way you interact with the world, and there is anger there. There is nothing out of the ordinary with that as far as I can tell. Plenty of people never grow out of a distrust and bitterness acquired early in childhood; it usually has to do with the people that were assigned to be their parental  guides and guardians being flawed individuals themselves. I myself didn’t get over my own anger with God, regarding my childhood, until about 5 years ago.  If everything is provisional, and nothing is set in stone, as you said, then all those maybes about Anne, or Jesus, or Mary, or anyone else don’t mean anything, except maybe to you.As an example: some people and things were taken away from Anne, without her say so, that she maybe thought were hers in a way, but they weren’t hers, never were and never would be; and she maybe did some things or witnessed some things and wondered what kind of loving deity would ever make her a party to such madness as the human race. But if she wanted the burning to stop, she was going to have to get over that. It appears as if she has found peace with those things, but again only she and God know that. As John Prine sang “Father forgive us for what me must do, You forgive us and we’ll forgive you. We’ll forgive each other til we both turn blue, and go whistlin and fishin in heaven.” It may sound blasphemous, even to you, but the hardest part for me, about fearing and loving God at the same time, is forgiving Him for the way things have to be. Even if that means I must die of the plague, or be tortured to death by an inquisition, or watch all my people die of small pox, or leave the wife and daughter I love so much. It doesn’t mean I have to like it, frankly I would love to have a relationship with my parents, and even the few grandparents I have remaining, I still have fond memories of them. But i guess it’s just the terrain I’m on, I have to take it on faith that for all the earthly things I have lost, and will lose, that I will be recompensed and then some. Even that sounds a little blasphemous to me, how could I lose anything that was never mine to begin with, but only assigned to me on loan? How does faith work into your ideas? Does faith enter into your experience at all?- all those souls you may be worried about, the collective one they make up, and the bodies they inhabit(along with the air, water, fire, and earth that sustains them and all Life), are sole property of, and part and parcel of, the Creator. He may do with them as He Wills…and He will. If I don’t trust Him, who can I trust?
Outlook express stacks my incoming emails on the same topic and sometimes I don’t see emails for that reason. I did not see this one from you until I went back over our prior emails today after you wrote telling me I had to publish our prior emails, which I had not published, if we were to continue our conversations. That, after getting onto me about having published those emails. Perhaps that was your spirit guidance’s pleasant way of telling me to go back through the emails you had sent, so I would see this one.
Re faith, I trust what my spirit guidance tells me. On this world I believe what I see and hear and sense, and remain open, or skeptical, to my ignorance being further elucidated. 
I am almost 30 years past believing God exists. My experiences proved to me God exists. My experiences proved to me Evil exists. I don’t believe any of that any more either, therefore.
I was put on a program in which I was to see whatever was going on, in me, in other people, in the spirit, in whatever I engaged on this world. What I did not see, hear or sense myself was told to me by other people when it was time for me to see/hear it. If there were not other people, the angels told me. 
It made living on this world really dicey, because I was seeing, hearing, sensing a lot of  stuff people I liked, loved, engaged, either did not know, or knew but did not want me, perhaps anyone else, to know. Then, I was put to speak to it. Caused plenty of upheavals. Caused me a great deal of grief and heartache.
Knowing it might be different in the afterlife, that God loves me, doesn’t make me feel better. It does not help me through the daily grist. God loves everyone, angels, saints, sinners, devils and fools alike, because they all are God’s children. I know that. 
Many Christians, many Muslims, console themselves with their belief that they will be happier in the afterlife. Meanwhile, and despite their faith, they are miserable.
Anne Rice has a great big nasty inside of her, which caused her to write so much about vampires. Your attraction to her might indicate same for you.
Child molestation is a very old problem. My wife and I were told by Archangel Michael, after Jesus and his mother had brought us the news, that incest back in that time was as prevalent as it is today.
I would love for Jesus to come to me and tell me his mother did not molest him, and that he and his mother had made that all up when they came to my wife and me and told us that. How do you know you were not sexually molested in childhood and you do not remember it, and that was why you were sent to me? I did not go looking for you.
Mental health workers today know people who were molested in childhood often do not remember it, either because it happened when they were too young to remember it, or their soul’s blocked out the memory of the trauma to protect them when they were younger. I did not remember being molested by my mother in my crib, but when the angels started the healing of it in 1998, there was no doubt in my mind, nor in the mind a a very good male friend, nor in the mind of my then wife, that was what I was being healed of. It was terrifying for me, and it lasted six weeks, 2-3 healing sessions a day, solely angel initiated. I just received and endured it, while my male friend, mostly, sat through the sessions with me, my wife was simply hearing from her guidance and from me what was going down. We did not live together. The healing sessions occurred in my apartment. She was spared seeing it first-hand. My friend was in California, he never saw it first-hand. He had perfect spirit hearing then, the angels told him everything as he sat their holding my hand on the telephone, and he passed it along to me. Without him, I might have perished, unless the angels had told me directly what was going on. I just felt it, and it was horrible.
The next wife, number six, was the lucky recipient of the news from Jesus and his mother. When she first was brought to me in a weird way, she did not know she’d had sex with her father from age 3 to age 18, when she left her parents’ home knowing she had to leave. She would never remember it while I was with her. However, when Jesus and Archangel Michael told her what had happened, I was not with her, she was in Ohio, I was in Alabama, she believed them. And, she believed them even more when she experienced their healing of her from it, as I held her hand on the telephone during dozens of healing sessions initiated by Jesus and Michael, hearing from her what they were doing inside of her and telling her. She said she’d never had a orgasm though regular intercourse. When we finally were paired up, she started having orgasms in regular intercourse. She seemed blown away.
Wive five, who was with me when I was healed of the incest, was molested by one of her older brothers. I was shown that a few years after she and I were no longer together. It fit perfectly, explained the way that brother treated her, kept trying to break us up. At some level, he knew I would get to the bottom of it and tell her, and as she was hearing regularly from God, she often told me, she would have gotten confirmation. She frequently told me God was telling her I was the man who had been brought to her, the man whom she had asked for, who walked with God and with whom she would experience passion. She’d had a lackluster sex life. With me, it was beyond belief for both of us – not of this world. The only time I ever experienced it with a woman. 
Wife three was molested in her early teens by a girlfriend’s father. She remembered it, told me about it. She said she’d never had an orgasm in regular sexual intercourse. After we became an item, I was used to help get her over that. She fought it, wanted to keep using the old ways. When she finally had an orgasm during intercourse, she was stunned, and she wept, and she never went back to the old ways. 
My seventh and last wife was molested in childhood, and at around age 20 by a gynecologist during a pelvic exam, when there were no medical assistants present. She knew what had  happened and “blocked” it out until she much later was forced by her spirit guidance to tell me about it. I had told her that I had been told that she had experienced Satanic sex, and she didn’t believe me. She eventually told me that she’d never had an orgasm before she and  met, not even via masturbation. After a few times of being together, and then apart, very painful separations, we got back together and she started having orgasms though regular intercourse. It seemed to be quit thrilling for her. She never did, as far as I know, get taken into the childhood molestation. 
Besides those up close and personal direct experiences, I have had quite a few people, mostly women, but a few men, brought to me, who had been molested in childhood. Some remembered it, others did not. It was given to me to talk with them about it, suggest they ask God to heal them of it, not using me as an agent of their healing. One of those women is a local elected official. Another is a gifted local poet. One of the men is Tim Gratz. Of the three, he does not remember what happened to him.
With about half of kids being molested in childhood, that doesn’t make for good odds of them, or earth humans doing very well on their own. 
I left out here kids who were molested via parents living through them, which is spiritual rape. I left out kids who were molested by parents forcing religious beliefs down their throats, which is spiritual rape. I left out kids who were mentally, emotionally and physically abused, which is spiritual rape. 
Since being apprehended by Jesus and Michael in early January 1987 and told my life would be used for human service and it would push me to my limits, I have not met one whole person. Everyone I met was seriously soul-wounded. There were myriad reasons, no two people were alike. I finally gave up trying to fix them; I realized only God’s angels could do that. 
Then, I was thrown into the political arena and that part of my life faded and only seldom was I used to try to help someone in that way. Tim Gratz was one person I was given to try to help in that way. It seemed futile, but I tried. Perhaps a seed was planted. Perhaps in Tim’s next life, it will go differently. Such matters are beyond my pay grade to know.
  • P.S. RE: Life is a strange tale.

Sloan Bashinsky, 27 January 2014, Key West 
6:31 AM
Even as I wrote to you last night, I thought to myself that you would jump on it hard, especially the sex and marriage parts, but I had been told in the dream to call back all the forces to deal with what was coming in. I was also told in the dream we all had done well, but now there was something else to deal with which was very big.
I found myself wondering last night why I had written that your email left me with the impression that I did not need your or your spirit guidance’s permission to publish ours, and I wondered that because I clearly had misread yours. Then, a thought came, which was your spirit guidance knows there is no one I would privately show what you and I are writing, and I wondered if maybe that was a clue for me to simply rely on my own spirit guidance re publishing. I don’t know as of now, but I do know that I did not hear anything about that in dream time last night. I get corrected, often unpleasantly, when I mess something up.
What I was told was I needed to go into what wife six experienced in South Africa, just after we went to the India Consulate in Durban to apply for visas to India. Already we had airplane tickets to Mumbai with a 3-day layover in Mauritius. which lies between South Africa and India.
We left the Consulate and went back to the lodge where we were staying, and then we decided to walk down the road to an Indian restaurant we had seen and eat there to commemorate the upcoming trip to India. She’s had an Indian yogi years before we’d met. Kirpal Singh, as I recall the spelling. From what she’d told me, he seemed okay compared to some Indian yogis I’d known through people who had been their disciples. Everyone one of them seemed to me to be possessed, and not to their betterment.
Before we had left the states, wife six had dreamt of Kirpal sitting in the lotus position above her head, sucking all of her energy out of her. The dream really rattled her and I told her we needed to deal with that. The way we worked in the spirit was she was the observer and reporter and I was the talker and the doer, as I was led to talk and do.
I told Kirpal what he was doing was holding her back and him back, and he needed to get on with whatever was his next to do. I asked Jesus and Archangel Michael to take Kirpal to wherever that was. She said they were there, and then they were taking Kirpal away. She gasped, wept, had a hard time breathing. I said it hurt, but it was necessary. She recovered, knew it needed to happen, put it behind her.
Well, we got to the Indian restaurant in Durban and ordered, and then she started feeling ill, nauseous. The fool came, she took on bite and got up and rushed to the bathroom and puked her guts out, and puked her guts out, and puked her guts out, she said when she finally got back to the table. I ate some of my food, she was unable to eat any of hers. She was still feeling terrible and we left. She barely was able to walk back to the lodge, and when we got there she laid down and it was a while before she was back to “normal”.
She was told that all of this had happened to prepare her and me for the next leg of our journey. We were scheduled to stay a month in India. We changed our airline tickets to that we stayed a month on Mauritius and 3 days in India. Mauritius was lovely, except for Jesus and his mother coming to us, after which my wife had huge, awful, white-hot boils erupt between her thighs which persisted until I realized we needed to make love, which she didn’t want to do, understandably, but she understood the reason for it and it was quite gentle and beautiful, and then she had a monster orgasm and then the boils began receding and in about a week were healed over.
That’s how the incest was processed through her, someone who already had been healed of it. It was processed through me, more slowly, by my feeling terrible in my G.I. tract for most of the time we were on Mauritius, which carried forward through our 3 days in Mumbai. We both could not wait to leave India.
As I wrote some time back to you, coming into Mumbai from the airport, passing a city of impoverished, half naked, dirty people crammed together on dirt or flattened cardboard boxes, she told me all she saw in the air were serpents, and I said not the nice kind of serpents on the Saturday morning cartoons, and she said no, not those kinds of serpents.
I started feeling a lot better when we reached Tokyo, en route to Hawaii. Then, more rough engagements came.
That is shaman work, Jason. She was told by Jesus and Michael that we both were shamans, whom they had trained, and we were doing shaman work everywhere we went. I was told in  April 1994 that I was a shaman, in this poem that jumped out of me while I ate breakfast.
Shaman you now are.
Angels walk beside you
and call you their brother,
even as you curse the heavens
for making you one who wields the lightning –
Be kind to your brothers and sisters,
but take no prisoners –
Kill them all in my name,
As I have killed you,
so you and they
might live.
I knew then that the voice was the Christ, and my ego was inflated and my soul was terrified.
The shaman training was very rough, but it was easy compared to the later Melchizedek priest training, which consciously started in early 1999. But that’s another story.
The work is horribly difficult, it is always geared toward trying to help other people who are ailing, stuck, blind, deaf, dumb. It is mostly tough love, but there are times when gentleness is necessary. I was with Patrick again last night, just to talk. He seems to have pneumonia. I told him he needed to go to the free medical clinic to get that looked after. Maybe he will, maybe he wont. He was chain smoking and drinking beer.
I told him about the first nap dream and that I recalled all the forces to deal with something which had showed up in my email account while I was asleep. He was not clear what I meant by recalling all the forces. I said soldiers, troops. He seemed confused. I said spirit stuff. He said not human soldiers, but spirit soldiers. I said yes, spirit soldiers. He got it, but how long he retained it, if he retained it, I don’t know. I left wondering if he would pass over during the night. I told the angels I sure would miss him, but I had done all I could and it was of no effect as far as I could tell.
I have told you almost nothing about my relationship with Patrick, what has passed between us, or my efforts to help him, of the stories I have heard him tell, horrible stories, of the misjudgments I have seen him make, for himself, for other people. You have no clue what happened between him and me, and if I told you, I am not inclined to think you would not twist it around to suit you.
From all you have written to me, Jason, I do not see that you have received much fire-testing, training. You do not seem to me to have yet been put to much use on this world. You seem to have been interdicted by spirit forces, you seem to have been shown a lot, you seem to have been changed, but you seem to be of the view that you know more than anyone else, you seem to make lots of ass-u-me’s, you seem to not be very seasoned in dealing with what really is going on with/in people around you, and you seem not to really know yourself all that well.
You still seem to have a Pauline streak in you, Puritan is another way of saying it. Many people in Christendom over the ages were seriously soul-damaged by Paul’s writings against sex and homosexuality, and by his elevating men over women spiritually.
Often I told the angels, better that Paul’s were not in the Bible, or even known. Just as often I told the angels that it was just as bad that Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s relationship, which was fully human, and they produced a child, was not included in the New Testament. That, too, caused a great deal of soul damage in Christendom, because it left its members with the message that sex was dirty, only for making children, which Paul wrote Christians should stop producing because Christ’s return was imminent and there was no point in making more children.
You are still young, Jason, about half my age. You may have lots of experiences as the years pass, which change your views about many things. I had my views changed about many things. I live each day and night wondering if I am doing what God wants me to do, in the way God wants me to do it. That is my one real concerned, which dwarfs all my other concerns, and often have I written that in what I publish. Oft have I published that I wold be lost, blind, deaf and dumb without the angels constant advisories and corrections.
Your last, to which I am responding, is reactive, angry. You said I could not get to you, but I did get to you, and that was hardly the first time. You have reacted a number of times, perhaps not realizing it. In some ways you remind me of the lady shaman who found me three Christmases ago. She wanted to get to know me, and she thought she was on top of everything. She acted if it was her job to straighten me out, she did not take in any stories I told her about what I had experienced, and what my experience was with the angels ongoing. She did not believe I was shanghaied, conscripted, enslaved by Jesus, Michael and Magdalene. She was convinced I had free will. Everybody has free will.
In fact, nobody has free will, because everybody is driven by subconscious drives on this world. You and me included. I know this, and knowing it helps me appreciate the need for ongoing guidance to keep me on track. My own decisions might or might not be on track. I find out soon enough, if I left the track. Too bad all people don’t have the same experience, this would be a very different world today. As is, this species is in deep trouble. Otherwise, you would not have had your experiences. I would not have had my experiences. We, like everyone else, would have been doing just great, no worries. There would have been no need for Jesus. There would be no need for him today.
Several times you referred to God as Him. Where’d you get the notion that God is male? The Bible? God is male and female, and God is sexless. God is unfathomable, even to angels, who know a lot more about God than you and I. Michael told wife six and me that they receive guidance; they are doing something, then they understand they are to do something else, and they do it, automatically, no questions asked. Michael told us that we were being taught to live as angels live, but on this world, the grist of which makes that a bit different from living only in spirit realms. Yet, in keeping with, Thy will, not mine, be done, O Lord, and Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth, as in heaven …
No way I can do that without ongoing advisories and corrections from Jesus, Michael and Magdalene, and others they sick onto me. You can be sure, if they don’t care for what I wrote to you above, they will let me know. They always let me know when they don’t care for what I do, say or write. I am what they made of me, over lots of screaming and kicking by me. I take no credit for any of it, other than I didn’t kill myself, and maybe I should not even take credit for that; maybe they stopped me from killing myself.
Shalom, Jason
sloan bashinsky
5:40 PM
To: JWH .
Hi, Jason –

I spent a good while yesterday putting all of our email correspondence into an unpublished draft in a new page at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. Page titles show in the top header and are far more available for the public than are posts, which get buried under prior posts. I personally have zero problem publishing all of it, including this and perhaps later emails between us, but I don’t yet know what my editorial board wants me to do with it.

A mainland woman friend,whom I have known since early 2005, has much spirit potential and is being trained by Jesus, Michael and Magdalene to be a shaman, and boy is she having a rough go with that. She is like a daughter to me. I am her only real friend and support her financially.
She told me yesterday morning that for the past 24 hours she’d felt like something was sucking the life out of her and her head was all dizzy. She often takes on some of the spirit load in situations I am given to engage.
I told her a little about you, and explained to her that vampires (metaphor) are like demons, in that they cannot make their own light and they suck it out of living beings, such as Earthling humans. Vampires (metaphor) have to do that to survive.
She said she was starting to feel better, and then she said whatever was sucking the life out of her and making her dizzy was gone. She historically recovers from carrying part of the spirit load in what I am engaging, when I tell her about it.
After speaking with her, I went back to work putting your and my emails together, and I jotted down some thoughts. Then, I took a shower, and as sometimes happens in the shower, all sorts of stuff came to me connecting dots I had not seen but, in hindsight, probably were in plain view. Then, I started feeling a lot better.
You are infected with a vampire. Two vampires, actually. One represented by Anne Rice, the other by Dave Mustaine.
Paul was a closet homosexual, who came to deal with it by being celibate. Homosexuality was Paul’s thorn in the flesh, which he asked the Lord to remove, but the Lord did not remove it. Paul is the reason the Rome church imposed celibacy on its priests, which led to widespread pedophilia and homosexuality in its priests, as well as priests having liaisons with nuns and nuns having other sexcapades. When Paul was Saul, he was a zealot persecuting and having Christians killed, who would not renounce Jesus.
You are an incarnation of that same soul which was Paul. You were molested in childhood, and that was your karma for Paul preaching against human beings’ God-given sexual function and women being under men spiritually and the other sexual damage Paul did to the collective soul of Christendom.
Your having been Paul, and in this life being molested in childhood, is why you protested too much over what I wrote to you about the women I married, who were sexually dysfunctional because they were molested in childhood.
There is no difference between healing a lame man, or a blind man, or a leper, and healing a soul-wounded sexually dysfunctional woman, or man.
If you don’t know these things, Jason, you have been shortchanged by your spirit guidance, which will piss me off because I really am tired of being used to tell people what is wrong with them, when their own spirit guidance is perfectly capable of telling them.
You may never believe me, but perhaps the prayer you made for Jesus to save me from myself, if that was God’s will, I certainly need all the help I can get, will result in Jesus doing for you what you asked Jesus to do for me.
You may be on the verge of being taken into the Melchizedek priest training, which might make you wish you never heard of Jesus.
Or, you may be on the verge of being put into another dark night of the soul, perhaps the black night described in one of my replies to your first email to me, to “soften you up” by putting the abject living fear of God into your soul and bones, so that you will be receptive to the Melchizedek priest training later on.
Or, you may be left alone. Perhaps, for now, you have had done to you all that the angels assigned to you feel needed to be done to you. Perhaps, for now, your work on this world is mostly inside your nuclear family, your wife and daughter.
I hope, Jason, that your wife is not suffering because of your Pauline view of sex. Sexual dysfunction, or any dysfunction, in and between parents, bleeds into their children … the sins of are visited upon …
As for my being a wandering star, instead of preaching the gospel, I preached the Gospel of Jesus, as reported in the Gospels, to Christians until I was blue in the face, and I don’t recall finding one Christian who received all of it. I still preach the Gospel of Jesus to Christians, when the angels present the opportunity, such as Tim Gratz, but I don’t hold my breath, and I don’t go looking for such opportunities.
I preach whatever I’m told to preach, regardless of where it came from. The angels aren’t hung up on the Bible, but only on trying to reach and help people. Apparently, the angels have not given up on telling me, at least, to keep trying to wake up people the angels arrange for me to engage.
From your second email to me:
“To me, no thing in creation is inherently evil, not sex, or money, or drugs, or guns, or abortion, etc. But how they are used, and their effects on the self and other selves, may be for good or evil. The world, and anything in it, is only as dirty as the intent in a person’s heart of hearts. If a person truly intends well, but causes harm they will be judged accordingly; just as someone that intends ill and ends up being beneficial will have to answer for their intent. And only God knows what is in the heart. And various types of destruction(and self-destruction) must happen for the various types of creation to take place, the ones that are slated too anyway.”
As we progressed in our dialogue, Jason, it seemed to me that you moved away from that toward being a Puritan zealot, which might be kin to a Jehovah’s Witness.
When I told my younger woman friend today, who is in shaman training, about this email to you, which I had been working on, she said something yucky lifted right off of her, which had been on her for a week.
If you and I are examples of what angels of the Lord produce on this planet, then humanity may be doomed and perhaps should be moved somewhere it has a better chance of moving forward instead of backward.
However, God’s will, not mine, be done.

JWH 1/31/14
To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com


I had no right to attempt to call you out on your sins, whatever they may be, I am a sinner myself you know. Will you forgive me for it?


sloan bashinsky 1/31/14
My sins are many, Jason, I have published the worst of them several times. I do not view my multiple marriages as sins. Each of those women was arranged for me to be with, that was crystal clear even when I met some of them before I was “waked” up, and it remains crystal clear. Now, how I behaved toward/with them, that’s another matter altogether. I did worse with some than with others. Fathering my two daughters left much to be desired. Michael told wife six and me after Jesus and his mother came to us, “We are all fallen angels.” Indeed, how can anyone who has not fallen be of use to the fallen? How can one who has not fallen know what is needed for one who has fallen? By the end of the parable of the prodigal son, which son would you rather be? The prodigal or the miserable jealous older brother? No choice for me. The prodigal.

The way I was taught to deal with my fuck ups was to admit them and apologize. That’s how I go about it. I did that today with two people where I live, one is my landlord, over the same incident. I told them I should have kept my big mouth shut the other day over something I did not keep my big mouth shut about. When they tried to sluff it off, I said, no, I should have kept my big mouth shut. I did not ask them to forgive me. I do not ask for forgiveness, because that puts pressure on the person I abused, and is selfish on my part. Repentance should request nothing back; it is its own reward. What the other person does with it is on him/her. I’m not mad at you. You and I have had very different experiences. Only a few of my wives and the male friend who held my hand through the molestation healing were able deal with what all I shared with them of my own experiences. Well, that’s how I see it. If my editorial board thinks I’m wrong, they will tell me.

Can you tell me Dustin’s last name so I can try to locate him?

In dreams last night, I was told to change the pic leading into our emails, in what I had posted. I just did that. The editorial board took its time, since that pic was in the post for two days before I published it. The two pics now there are more appropriate for the mainstream ordinance, even though I still like the pic I was told to take down.

I’m going to share more about what all I experienced, it will take a while, but it seems I was generally pointed in this direction in other dreams last night.

Back in the 1988, as I recall, I read the text of A Course in Miracles, which probably is the best treatment on projection ever. And, probably the best treatment ever on how to respond to what punches our buttons – do nothing. Marinate in it. As I recall, in the part of ACIM about forgiveness, it is said forgiveness is a human invention and does not pertain to God. In the parable of the prodigal son, the father was simply glad his lost son had come back home; the father was not angry with his son for what all he had been doing for all of those years.

I went through something similar with my younger daughter a few months back, when he wrote to me after 14 years of silence. I was not mad at her, I loved her, there was nothing to forgive. It was not nearly as dramatic as the prodigal son story, I have not heard from her since I wrote back to her. I don’t worry about it, it’s not anything I can make be different. I love her older sister, too, who has yet to communicate with me since early 2000. No reason given. There is nothing to forgive. I love her just as much now as I did when she was a little girl. I love them both like that.

As I wrote to you once before, you and I were brought into a new way very differently; for me it was a long drawn out ordeal, many, many steps, progressing I hope, but sometimes it seemed I was going backward. In the black night, during 99.9999 percent of that it seemed I had been abandoned altogether. The human part of me still frets, of course, over some things that have happened in the past, but mostly I am focused on dealing with what is right in front of me in the way I am trained and am being led. It’s a really simple program driven by what happens in my life on this world. I don’t dwell on the afterlife as it might pertain to me. I have no clue what the afterlife will be like for me.

Engagements such as you and I have had lately are quite a trial for me, and perhaps were arranged, in part, to show me that what I use do, before I taken out of it and put into politics, I like less than politics, so I should quit bitching about being put into politics. There were a few others who had been woken up, some more so than other, who came along after I was thrown into politics. We danced a while, then they move on. As time passed, they faded, and new experiences kept engaging me. I do not think I am required to like all people, but I am required to treat all people fairly, which might look differently to them than it looks to me and my editorial board. I am not allowed to be vindictive, and when I am, I get clobbered. Your path is not known to me; I was simply shown to give you some possibilities and to tell you what led you to where you are today, which was done for me starting a little more than 20 years ago.

I am an incarnation of the soul which was Judas, who today is not understood in Christendom, nor is Jesus, nor Magdalene. An Episcopal priest once told me that Judas’ only real sin was killing himself, all the disciples betrayed Jesus, we all betray Jesus. That conversation occurred during the middle of the black night, just after I’d been told in my sleep, “The reason you are having this experience is because you once were Judas.” I was proactively suicidal. The priest’s words encouraged me to try to hold on.

I had told him about the dream and he had reacted strongly, said that dream could not possibly have come from God!” I said, how could he know that for sure? He paused, said, well, he could not know for sure. I could have shown him passages in the Gospels where Jesus and the disciples spoke of reincarnation, but instead, I said, let’s not linger there; tell me about Judas. After the priest gave me his take on Judas, I told him what his words and done for me and he said he hoped I would hang on, and somehow I did hang on, or something caused me to hang on.

Of course, I had been Judas in many ways in this life up to that point, and would be again my earthly activities. However, I already had been told a few times before the black night came that I had been Judas. My third wife was convinced of it, and that she had been Magdalene. My fourth wife was undecided, and when I went into the black night, she turned away from all things mystical, and I can’t say I blamed her.

My fifth wife, who was a devout Christian and attended the same Episcopal church where that priest was rector, the same Episcopal church in which I had been Christened and forced through confirmation by my mother, which led to my eventually rejecting church, but not Jesus nor God, understood I had been Judas. My sixth wife sometimes called me Judas. My seventh wife understood I had been Judas. It was not debated, it was accepted.

Jesus, Magdalene and Judas were a triad, a team, from the get go. They had their respective roles to play. They met privately and discussed the upcoming skits unbeknownst to the other disciples. Judas was adamantly opposed to miracles, he was convinced they would distract people away from the life teachings. He was adamantly opposed to the crucifixion for the same reason, that, and he didn’t want Jesus to take the risk. Yet, he went along with it because he was the only one who would play the betrayer role. So distraught was he later, that he killed himself.

The priest told me, if Judas had not killed himself, God would have used him mightily. I said, and then there would have been no need for Paul? The priest seemed caught short, in thought. Then he said, perhaps so. So it was not a joke, nor a bludgeon, which I dropped on you the other day. It was a kindness to me to have been shown what I was being taken through – Judas’ karma. There was other karma, awful karma, from this life.

I molested my 5-year-old sister when I was 15. I had not yet reached puberty. It was driving me insane, and I was telling no one. Even so, I may be roughed up by that karma for the rest of my life, and maybe beyond that. There is other karma from this life, but what I did to my sister probably is the greatest karma from this life. I never asked to be forgiven for it, not by her, not by God. I admitted my wrong and apologized, and encouraged her repeatedly to seek professional help. All of which I published from time to time.

During the three temptations, Jesus was tested re making miracles, invoking the angels. He declined to make miracles, invoke the angels. After the three temptations, the devil left Jesus to return at a more opportune time, is said at the end of that passage. When was the more opportune time? Probably all in Christendom would say, when Jesus was on the cross and asked God, “Father, why did you forsake me?” Consider, though, the wedding when the wine ran ran out and Mary badgered Jesus to make new wine and he did not want to make it but finally he gave in to her. That was the first miracle. The first of many.

Today, Christendom is based on miracles, that is the center stage. The greatest miracle, actually, is not the resurrection, which was a near-death experience. Joseph of Arimethaea and Nicodemus gained permission to take Jesus down from the cross long before a crucified person usually would be taken down. They lathered his body with aloes and myrrh. Aloe is a powerful wound healer, myrrh increases white cell count dramatically to fight infection. They wrapped him in clean linen (bandage) and put him into Joseph’s own tomb and rolled the rock over the entrance. Then, the angels ministered to Jesus and he came back from the dead, which many people would later report having themselves done and it was called a near death experience, or NDE.

If men rolled the rock over the entrance to the tomb, men could reopen the tomb. So could angels, if they wished.

To whom did Jesus first speak after he came back from the dead? Mary Magdalene, his wife. Of course, he would speak first to her. Of course, he would tell her to go to the disciples where they were hiding and tell them she had seen him and he would be with them soon. When she went to the disciples and told them, Peter was bent out of shape that Jesus had sent a woman to them, the woman, in fact, which Peter well knew, as he was around them and knew what was going on between them. In public she had washed Jesus’ feet with her own hair and tears, and had anointed his feet with precious ointment she scarce could afford. What do you supposed she washed and anointed him with in private?

After he was done turning the disciples over to the Holy Spirit, Jesus asked Magdalene to leave Palestine with him, and head east. But she did not wish to leave her culture, and he went on alone, leaving her and their yet unborn child behind. The child came. The persecution of Christians came. Magdalene eventually fled with her child to southern France – she left her culture anyway. A Christian sect called the Cathars sprung up around that child and Magdalene. Generations later, the Cathars were wiped out, their churches and libraries sacked and burned, by nations allied with the Vatican. But the child had survived and her bloodline would eventually spread all over the world. People today, with traces of her blood coursing in their veins, do not feel like they are from this planet.

I was not told told that directly, but read of it in Holy Blood, Holy Grail in the early 1990s, when I was with wife 3. We both were told to accept what was in that book about Magdalene, the child, the Cathars, the bloodline of Jesus and Mary Magdalene.

Wasn’t long before I read that book, that wife 3 asked me if I knew anything about Melchizedek?, which was mentioned in a soul alchemy book she was reading in bed beside me one night. I said there was a Melchizedek in Genesis, who had ministered to Abraham, and Abraham had tithed to that Melchizedek, and eternal being in human form. Did she wish for me to try to get more information? Yes, she said. So I put my book down and stretched out flat in bed and closed my eyes and she began lightly stroking my chest, which we had learned would put me into a trance and then information would come to me from beyond.

Nothing happened at first. Then, I told my wife something seemed to be coming … from really far away … from some place I’d never gotten information. It came slowly, about fifteen seconds, maybe 30 seconds between each statement, which leads off the page “a gospel of Jesus, a reincarnation of Paul” at www.goodmorningbimingham.com.

“Melchizedek … Melchizedek is an order of angel … Melchizedek comes to a planet in trouble to prepare it to receive the Christ … the Christ does not come to a planet without Melchizedek … Mary Magdalene was of the Order Melchizedek …”

That was wife 3’s and my mystical introduction to Mary Magdalene and Melchizedek, an order of angels in which the Letter to Hebrews says Jesus is high priest. Except back then, we did not know what was in Hebrews.

Now in early 1999, I was with wife 5, the devout Christian who attended the Episcopal church in which I had been christened and forced through confirmation by my mother. I was becoming aware of being taken pell mell into the Melchizedek initiation, which probably had officially begin with the black night, which came upon me in early February 1997 and ran 16 months, and right when I was coming out of it, and out of the clutches of psychiatry and its awful drugs, which alone had nearly killed me, I was put with wife 5, the devout Christian. She had been told by God, she later told me, that a man was being brought to her who would put God first, and her second. That became the testing ground of our relationship, as she tried to get me to put her first and God second, which in October 1999 caused God, she told me in great distress, to tell her she was not the one, which led to my being put with wife 6, whose hand I already was holding as Jesus, Michael and Magdalene were healing her of being sexed from age 3-age 18 by her father.

Anyway, in early 1999, I was really under the weather, barely able to get out of bed. One morning, a Pentecostal Christian I had met a few months prior, who was under the care of three different psychiatrists and taking pills all three had prescribed for him, he had told me, called to say during his prayer time that morning, God had told him to tell Sloan he should read the Letter to the Hebrews. I thanked the caller and got out my Bible and read Hebrews.

It is a scolding by an anonymous author of Jews who had entered the Melchizedek initiation, perhaps they had known Jesus personally, perhaps his disciples, for turning away from their path and going back to their old ways. The author told them they should be eating meat, they should be teaching, but they were still drinking milk. The author warned them of the grave peril they faced of turning away from the path on which they had embarked, and urged them to return to it.

There was more, but that was the gist of what I needed to see in that moment. I understood what was happening to me, I was in the Melchizedek priest initiation. My outside/human life events cranked up in chorus with the revelation. That was when I came to understand Mary Magdalene had authored the Letter to the Hebrews, and that is why it was anonymous, because it was known back then that no man would read it, if it was known a woman had authored it.

Wild would be understatement. Wife 5 was bouncing all over the place. I was head over heels in love with her, wanted to grow old and die with her. Alas, she was not ready, or maybe not willing, to leave me to God to develop me. I was not a Christian. I did not have a paying job. That proved more important to her, even though she was repeatedly told by God, she kept telling me, that my job was what God was doing to me and I was the man God had chosen for her. It broke both of our hearts when she was told she was not the one. Alas, I had told her that was going to happen, if she did not stop trying to change me to suit her.

After we were broken up, she emailed me that God had told her to tell me that “Adam must anchor into God for both Adam and Eve, and let God discipline Eve.” I did not like hearing that, it didn’t seem fair to Adam. Later, though, I accepted it, because I knew how truly difficult it was for any woman to be on this world where humanity had rejected the feminine. In Christendom, Eve is blamed for everything that went wrong. It is not admitted that Adam chose to fall with Eve, when he could have stayed with God. It is not understood that Eve was designed to be curious, and Adam was not. It is not understood that the fall was necessary, because only by falling and experiencing absence from God, could Adam and Eve (humanity) appreciate being with God.

Wife 5 and I were told to view our relationship as “paradise mating” – an Adam and an Eve candidate being paired and taken back into Eden together, hand in hand. Between the horrific tests, we had many tastes of the paradise energies – wonderful beyond human belief – to encourage us to hold the course. However, to be allowed into Paradise for good, as a couple, we had to be purified in fire, right, administered by the two Cherubim with the fire swords guarding the Tree of Life and its ways, as per Genesis. God never told Adam and Eve they could not return to Eden. Jesus and Mary Magdalene made the paradise return to Eden up to when Magdalene chose to remain in Palestine. That is the great tragedy in the Gospels, their love story was nearly all but omitted.

The other great tragedy was the greatest of all the miracles – salvation via believing Jesus was the son God, who died for our sins. If that was all it took to get into heaven, then what was the point off Jesus in the Gospels spending so much time telling his disciples and other people how to live correctly in this life? That was what what bothered Judas, too. It bothers me today, as well. Yet, who can say what is God’s plan? All I will say is I bet my life and soul God’s plan is far more generous than the plan I grew up hearing, the plan my 5th wife maybe still believed after she and I were rent asunder by what had joined us together. Yet, after that, she sometimes came in dreams with information, suggestions, for me. As do all my 7 wives, as do my daughters, as do girlfriends whom I did not marry, as to women friends and men friends, as do my father and mother and brother and grandparents. and my father’s second wife, and my former inlaws. I do not recall my sister coming to me in a dream.

Maybe you and your wife are going to be put into paradise mating, like me and wives 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7 were put. Maybe you and your wife already are in paradise mating. HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale, which was put through me in May and June 2001, is about paradise mating, and the healing of a woman who was forced into incest by her older brother and their backwoods Christian parents sided with the older brother and drove their daughter insane until she forgot it all, and then she was sort of okay, like the living dead are sort of okay. But without that history, her side of the strange tale could not have been told. Her fellow had his own demons to be healed. And, they had to learn that God’s will, not theirs, be done.

Amazon.com has it now in trade paper back and in Kindle, in English and in Spanish. The Kindle English can be previewed through the first three chapters, which is before the paradise mating part starts. The Spanish edition is at amazon.com.es.

In retrospect, all of that above seemed generally suggested in dreams last night. In one part of a dream, I was told I could not speak any more with children. I woke and thought, meat instead of milk, and started adding in most of the details as they came into my thoughts as I was typing. I later went back over it and tried to fix typos and related flubs, probably missed a few, and to make a few parts more clear/complete.

Perhaps more later.


To: sloan bashinsky
You do not believe in forgiveness? I am forgiven by the Lord, not you, so for whose benefit did I ask forgiveness?The word ‘He’ is a familiar pronoun for a Spiritual Being that is sexless, and, so, transcends sex; the Judaic appellation for the female aspect of Yahweh is Shekinah (often accompanied by the ‘live long and prosper’ sign lifted by Leonard Nemoy to use in Star Trek). If it is the Goddess you serve, then you would still admit that Christ is the Son of God/dess, and that he came in the flesh to atone for the world’s sins (to be given as an unblemished sacrifice).

Regarding any finite being’s relationship with the Infinite being, he, she, or it can only be female in relation to God. We cannot transmit anything that we have not already received from Him. Thus, we are only receivers in regards to God, and may only be a transceiver when God wills us to transmit to some other finite being.

What is repentance, but the desire to be forgiven and turning away from immoral behavior?

What is faith, but not only trusting that God is good, but remaining loyal to Him even when we are being sorely abused by the world He created? Faithfulness is fidelity, not belief.

If not for your childhood introduction to Jesus and God, in the contexts of religion, how would you have known who was talking to you when They began talking to you. If not for the Episcopal priest, would you have committed what is essentially the murder of one’s self? If not for a Baptist church leader, whom God introduced to me at my library job, I would not have made it through my dark night to be interacting with you now…..You see, even for those who are slated to go beyond organized religion, in their increasing familiarity with God, He is using religion and religious people, to further His plan, regardless of what stumbling stones you still have regarding it.

Again, I must remind you that believing your experience means the same to me, or can be applied to me, is an ASSumption.
Of all my travails(physical and emotional childhood abuses included) and sins(I killed a cat once in cold blood), which are between me and my Creator, sexual molestation, either given or received, has not been my lot (Thank God).

I am not permitted to give you Dustin’s surname, nor may I elaborate any more of my experience with you. But if you ask forgiveness from the Lord, in true repentance, you will be forgiven your sins.

Vaya con Dios,

since you’re so concerned about people getting it on, my sex life has been pretty great in these last 4 years. But that may be hitting a speed bump soon. I’ve been told I may have to conform to Matthew 19:12, perhaps due to my sex life being a block to furthering my relationship to God. Oh well, I thank Him for the experience all the more. Some people have to go from cradle to grave unwillingly celibate.
sloan bashinsky
I struggled last night with replying to yours and finally gave up and asked for dream guidance and turned in.

I dreamt of someone taking off in a twin engine private aircraft with a few passengers on board, who flew it erratically off to the left at low altitude weaving around and just over several trees and continuing to circle low to the left and then slightly clipping and tattering the right wing tip while passing narrowly between two trees and then bringing the plane back to where it had started and setting it down. I was concerned for the pilot and passenger throughout the flight.

2 (engines) is Jesus’ number in spirit code – Father, Son, Holy Ghost. Right (wing) is male, left (wing) is female. I agreed with your  comments about the feminine in yours yesterday, but not about the masculine. The pilot really wanted to fly, but put himself and others at risk, before barely getting back to where he had taken off.
You are that pilot, Jason.
I hope your wife is okay with you doing in this life what you already did when you were Paul – eunuch. I hope that for her sake, and for your and her daughter’s sake.
I hope you reconsider providing Dustin’s last name. the Emiers case was given to Naja and Arnaud by God to investigate and report. They have tried to find out who the fellow in the video on the bicycle on the pier is, but have not been successful. Naja wrote to me yesterday asking if I had been able to learn Dustin’s last name. Here is an email address where you can contact Naja: Editor@TheBluePaper.com. But for Naja and Arnaud and that video, the KWPD might already have gotten clean away with it.
sloan bashinsky
To: JWH 
Hi, Jason –

I had three more dreams about you, and I was roughed up in dream time last night for not more timely publishing your last email to me and my reply in what has become the
 page at www.goodmorningkeywest.com.
The first dream was in a nap yesterday. A seriously spiritually-advanced woman I only recently met on Higgs Beach came into the dream with a shotgun and stood beside me and blasted a flying squirrel over the Australian pines out of the air. The squirrel landed on the ground unhurt, and then was just a regular squirrel. You are the squirrel.
The second dream was last night. I was in the old downtown Birmingham YMCA, standing beside a fellow who became a national champion 4-wall handball player. I played him when he was a kid and never beat him. Another fellow I played when he was a kid, a little older than the to be national champion, was a good but a not great handball player, was playing against someone I could not see, who was hitting lots of kill shots (low against the front wall, unreturnable). Then, the unseen adversary hit a low passing shot to the left, which also was not returnable. I was handling a handball, wanting to play, but put it back into the pocket of my navy blue wind jacket I was wearing in the dream. I have a navy blue wind jacket. Navy blue is Melchizedek’s color. The pretty good handball player his Jewish. He is you, and Paul. The unseen opponent is Jesus. Left is the feminine. Shikinah, the Holy Spirit.
The third dream even later last night. My 3rd wife, who became convinced she was a reincarnation of the soul which was Mary Magdalene, came and said she is adding a couple of new chapters to her Lady Sirius tale. Sirius is the dog star. Dog is man’s best friend. Spelled backwards, dog is God. Lady Sirius is the Holy Spirit, who raised the disciples from boys to men. She is quite something to experience, takes no prisoners, based on my own personal experience with her, and what I saw her do to other people, men and women, she took a special interest in. It looks to me that you have not yet had the pleasure of that experience with Her.
You did the eunuch thing when you were Paul. If you do it again, I hope for your wife’s sake that she is fully behind it. I hope for your sake it is what God really wants and is not an old tape playing, or the Devil playing you.
You do not understand karma, as you sow, you reap. If you did, you would converse very differently with me. You are still quite young in the spirit. You are still drinking milk. You are still living in the ethers for the most part. Boots on the ground is what counts, that’s why you are on this planet.
Paul was a pretty good “handball” player. Jesus was a super star “handball” player. Paul is far easier to digest than Jesus in the Gospels. You would do well to drop Paul, eat only Jesus. That’s quite something to experience, too.
Many are called, few are chosen. Steep is the way, narrow the gate, and few enter therein. The work is great and the labors are few. No man comes to the Father except through me (Jesus). Paul is not Jesus. You cannot get to the Father through Paul, nor to the Mother (the Holy Ghost), as you are doubly proving in this life.
Personally, I’m glad you took your ball and went home like little kids do when they don’t get their way. I was tired of dealing with you, and it was giving me indigestion and putting me on an edge with Evil that requires me to be super cautious and careful. But you were given to me to deal with, and I do what I’m told to do, regardless of how I feel about it.
I have not heard from Naja that you gave her Dustin’s last name. If you did not, if you do not, that will not go down well on your karma bank ledger. Naja was given the Charles Eimers case by God, so the KWPD would not get clean away with it. If you do not side with Naja and God, you side with the KWPD and the Devil. You pick.
I blame myself for not telling you that as soon as I saw you knew the fellow on the bicycle in the video of Eimers’ last moments on this world. That delay is on me, my karma. I would not dare ask God to forgive me for it. That’s up to God. It’s up to me to admit I fucked that up.
Maybe more later for the unfolding “gospel”.
P.S. You were molested in childhood but do not remember it; about half of people who were molested in childhood do not remember it.

Wife #3 took to telling people who asked her, or me, what I did, ie. what was my job?, “the mailman.” When asked what that meant, she said, “Sloan delivers the messages.” Out of the blue something would come to me in conversations wtih other people, and I would say it, and it would be a jolt of some kind. She told people I could see through buildings, around corners. Many times she asked for my take on something she was dealing with concerning other people, and I wold come up with something quick and she would asked how did I know it, how did I see it? She did not dispute it, but how could I have known it? I said I couldn’t explain it. It just happened.
It started happening in August 1988, right after we had returned from Zollikon, outside of Zurich. As if a light switch was thrown, I started seeing and hearing differently. Eventually, wife #3 started telling me she was going to get me a muzzle; that mostly had to do with out of the blue about  her, which I told her. It became a term of endearment, sort of, “I’m going to get you a muzzle.” I think maybe it was Christmas 1994, that she dug down to the bottom of her Christmas stocking hanging over the fireplace mantle and found a dog muzzle. She looked shocked, then she looked peeved. “You got this for me to wear, didn’t you?” I smiled, said something like, “You kept saying you were going to get me a muzzle, so …”
Lady Sirius, dog star, man’s best friend, Holy Ghost, I recall somewhere in the Gospels Jesus told his disciples no to worry what to say when called before the tribunals of men, the Holy Ghost would put the words into their mouths. The change in how I saw and heard was the beginning of my finally starting to write a book about practicing law in a new way.
The vision had come about 9 months prior and I had started right away trying to write the book and all I turned out was garbage. The light switch was throw during a conversation with woman in Maine, who somehow had found me after reading my third book, KILL ALL THE LAWYERS? A Client’s Guide to Hiring, Firing, Using and Suing Lawyers, my farewell to the practice of law. She she said she had a really bad legal problem; I was the only lawyer in the world who could help her. I said I didn’t practice law any more. She said she didn’t know what she would do, then; perhaps she would go to a spiritual counselor, she had been thinking of doing that. I said sometimes I did spiritual counseling, did she want to approach her legal problem in that way? She said okay. I said explain the problem to me, start at the beginning and bring me up to date.
 As she talked, I started getting information about her, about what each person and each scenario i her legal problem represented in her life in the soul sense, all of which I shared with her. It was blowing us both away. That was the beginning of the new book, although her story got placed elsewhere in the book before it was published in September 2000. Lots of people came to me that way, out of the blue, with more stories for the new book. Some of my own brushes with the law were included, and the soul meaning for me. I was turned every which a way but loose writing it. It was about projection, and pulling back the projection, instead of reacting to it, acting on it. It was about first  take the beam out of your own eye, is another way of saying it.
THE HIGH LEGAL ROAD; A New Approach to Legal Problems
I must have re-written it five times, because the angels did not like how I was telling it. They sent people to edit it, read it, beat me up about how I was saying it. I nearly gave up several times, so stupid and humiliated did I feel. Yet, it was only a first step. A second book about projection came after it, Prisons & Freedom. And even then the terrible course in mirrors was not finished for me. It went on at a torrid pace for several more years, before finally starting to slow down. But it did not ever completely go away.
Every time I publish something today, I fret over whether it is in the clear, is the tone okay, or good enough? It is this the topic that needed to be covered  today? I fretted over everything I wrote to you. I fret over this email. Yet it is in keeping with my dreams last night about Lady Sirius, wife #3, who was convinced she was an incarnation of Mary Magdalene, and she was not happy about it by any means.

In fact, wife #3 did not like it so much, having been Magdalene, that she switched lanes for money and became a Buddhist. She is a licensed clinical social worker and a teaching member of Sandplay Therapists of America.

I didn’t like having been Judas, either, but I did not switch lanes, and it cost me a great deal of heartache in lost love relationships, and a great deal of money, and horrendous dark nights of the soul, and I ended up homeless.

I gave up everything, as Jesus told his disciples in the Gospels they would do, if they followed him. He also told them, if they abided in him, they would come to know the truth and the truth would make them free. To that, I would add, living the truth would make them free. Yet they were not free; their lives were required in service to God for so long as they lived on this world.

Your and my correspondence had, for me, the unexpected effect of having me write down a “brief history of time”, my own, with Jesus, Michael, Magdalene-Melchizedek and God. Something I had written in scattered ways in the past, but not in all one clump. And, it had the effect of bringing in Paul, whom many Christians I have known seem to prefer to Jesus.


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