I suppose the Sloan haters down there are befuddled that such good fortune has befallen me. I’m befuddled, too, and really grateful. I imagine, though, the angels will keep extracting their daily, weekly, monthly, annual tons of flesh from my hide, emotions, mind and soul. They got onto me in a dream last night about coasting, slacking, and then there was something I was supposed to address “in tandem” (that would mean someone else was involved).
Only heavy work I could imagine when I woke up was the assassination of the Russian ambassador in Turkey, which I first heard of from Kari yesterday.
Then, I heard a radio news report yesterday evening, when I was in the car going places to shop. Article in today’s Citizen lays it out pretty well, as did news reports on TV this morning. Very serious matter. Imagine if it had been the American ambassador to Turkey, instead.
The “special forces” Turkey cop turned out to be a religious zealot. Pissed off about Russia siding with Assad in Syria, against ISIS. I told Kari there are factions within Islam, which hate each other as much, apparently, as radical Islam hates America, which goes back to Daddy Bush going to war against Saddam Hussein/Iraq, after Daddy Bush’s ambassador told Hussein Daddy Bush/America would not have a problem with Hussein taking part of Kuwait. That cast the die for all that came later between America and Islam, and then Baby Bush threw gasoline on it, by invading Afghanistan over 911, and then the invented war against Iraq, which had zip to do with 911 and everything to do with oil.
Talking heads on US TV news this morning pointed out Baby Bush and Obama both kept making it clear America was not at war with Islam, 1.6 billion Muslims, but was at war with terrorists. Who just happen to be Muslims. Who just happen to be getting funded by Muslims, such as SAUDI ARABIA. America’s so-called ally. Kari said when she called me this morning, back when she was in jail, she read the Koran. It does not sanction what ISIS is doing. It tells Muslims to get along with other peoples; not to fight, unless Muslims are attacked. What’s wrong with Muslims who twist the Koran to justify war?, Kari asked.
I said, well, lots of Englishmen did the same thing a long time ago, it was called The Crusades. They sailed their ships to Palestine to save the “Holy Lands” from the infidels (Islam). Must not have been getting enough sex in England, I quipped. But why? Kari asked. And kept asking. Do people behave that way. The early Americans, they were Christians, did the same thing to the natives. Took their land. Killed them. But why? Why? Kari kept asking.
I will tell you why, if you will let me, I said. But why? But why? Kari goes on rants like that. Asking why? why? why? When something makes no sense to her. Since she was a girl, she said, she was like that. Her parents got tired of it and told her to go outside into a pasture with a bucket and pick up rocks out of the pasture and take them somewhere and dump them.
But why? But why?
If you will be quiet, I will tell you why.
Mass demonic possession.
Mass demonic possession. That’s why people behave that way.
Quiet. Then, but why?
Demonic possession. The Devil. For real.
Yesterday, and again this morning, Kari told of a row that had started at the bus stop on Kennedy Drive yesterday, in front of the BTNB building. Two Spanish speakers, a man and a woman going it. They seemed drunk. The man finally punched the woman in the mouth. Kari took off, to get away from it. Cops came. Kari was up the way, watching from safe distance. The cops took both the man and the woman to jail.
Demonic possession, Sharon.
Same thing went on in that church where you hang out. Demonic possession.
Article in today’s Citizen about the Glad Tidings church minister, whom I have met and had a meal with, with Tim Gratz, who set it up, then I attended a service in that church. This minister took over 2 different churches formerly run by Pastor Ernie Deloach. The 1st church was in the Bahamas. Glad Tidings is the second. I attended a few services at Glad Tidings back when Ernie was the pastor. The presence of Lucifer was so strong in the church services that I had to get up and leave.
The last time I was there, when Ernie had the church, he told his congregation, ‘You are the choicest of the choicest of the chosen.” Was he out of his mind? Possessed? Trying to butter them up so they would give the church more money? Trying to make them feel better about themselves, because they were depressed?
The service led by the new minister felt a lot better to me, but too much theater for me. I told him later than he needed to have the church start ministering to homeless people again, which was important to Ernie, whose wife said said to hate homeless people and she wanted Ernie to stop the church’s homeless outreach, but he resisted her. I respected Ernie for that. But the new minister did not take my advice, as far as I know.
I’ve been wondering whether I will attend church services here in Bham. There is one inner city church, in which my grandfathers both were deacons, which I attended in the later 1990s. They had an eclectic Sunday school class, which welcomed gays. In fact, gay men started attending that class, who had given up on church altogether, after I told them St. Paul never wrote that he was married or had children, and he was a Pharisee, which meant he was required by Jewish tradition and by God to marry and have children; and he put women beneath men in their standing with God and Christ; and he told people he wished they were celibate like him, sex caused nothing but trouble for men and women; and he never did explain what was his thorn in the flesh he asked God to remove and God did not remove it. Paul’s perceived thorn in the flesh was he was gay, I told the gay men. Really? Yep, and if God wasn’t worried about Paul being gay, why do many Christians today make such a big fuss about homosexuality? Wow! Come try out our Sunday school class. You will like it. They tried it out. They liked it. The church is Southside Baptist in Five Points South.
That was the only church in Birmingham I attended where I did not feel the strong presence of Lucifer pretty quick. I was really messed up back then, in a black night of the soul for part of that time. The black night is a spirit interdiction. Nothing to do with medicine, psychiatry. Beyond the range of churches, too. St. John of the Cross wrote about it in his commentaries. Worse than the dark night of the soul, which is awful, he wrote. Woe be to anyone the black night befalls. He survived it. As did I. But only because angels kept me from killing myself. That, and my fear of what would be waiting for me if I did kill myself. The angels showed me what to do to start it lifting off of me. I stalled, but finally I did it, and it began to lift. Then more angel-induced fun began. And before long, yep, I was in Key West, early 2000, broke, homeless. And more fun began. Angels ain’t always sugar and spice and everything nice, has been my experience with them.
Maybe more later, this above is a heap already.