The Accident on Fountain

posted May 22, 2009

I had been going solo in the computer consulting field for a few years when I decided to try my hand at real estate sales.  The consulting career was going pretty well but I thought I could do more and was getting a little burned out with computers.  There were a number of good stories from that time period including the strange relationship I had with a woman who worked for one of my old company's suppliers who went out with me but did not tell me the truth about her relationship with Laker trainer, Gary Vitti.

I passed the real estate exam easily enough and began working out of a Fred Sands office very close to my old high school.  It seemed there were so many people around I could contact for homes for sale or buyers it should be an easy thing to jump start a new career.  I have always had a good influence on people and I have been told I'm a good salesman.  I was not expecting to rake in millions but to make more money than I had been making working on computers in small offices and people's homes.

The market was in a bit of a downturn at the time I entered the real estate field.  It was much more difficult to get clients than I had expected.  I thought my luck had finally turned for the better when my friend's uncle told me he wanted me to help him find a house.  I was convinced he wanted to buy immediately.  I set up a few showings for him around the Beverly Hills Post Office district and Benedict Canyon.  A couple in my office had a place off Laurel Canyon, and being a good team player I set up an appointment there, too.  I felt really great that morning and was confident we were going to find him the house he was going to buy as I drove to the office on JUNE 29TH, 1990.

What happened that day could be a movie all by itself.  Jason hated every house.  We started out the day very friendly, but by the time he refused to go into the house on Laurel Canyon I was ready to shove him off a cliff.  I could lose my spot at the office for this type of an offense.  The couple from my office had driven there to show it and Jason, who is not much more than a self-important wannabe celebutard (his real claim to fame is allegedly boning Susan Lucci), was threatening my position with his rude behavior all day.  As I drove him back to his place, I remember thinking I could not wait for him to get out of my car and drive back to the office to apologize to the manager of our office and the husband and wife team I had just delivered a big insult to.

I have gone over this accident so many times it defies comprehension.  I was driving a 1986 Subaru 4WD Turbo XT.  The white Cadillac that hit me looked like a great white shark coming up out of the pavement right before it hit me.  Had I not made a last minute correction there is a good chance we would have flipped and gotten wedged under the cars at the corner.  Jason and I could have gotten killed that day.  The impact was so great that it blew my left knee out.  Eventually, I had my left knee reconstructed.  Nothing good came out of that accident; I never worked at the office again, I lost money in the arbitration procedings, there was a long and painful rehabilitation process, and in many ways that seemed like the lowest point in my life up until then.

I have to remind myself; Nicole was not in the car with me, she was not in the other man's car, but it was just her birthday.

John Lennon Oversimplified

was posted on May 21, 2009

When the Beatles were still on their meteoric climb John Lennon said something about them being bigger than Jesus Christ.  Considering what the world was like back in the early 1970's this had to be the most controversial thing he possibly could have said.  It is the type of thing we cannot possibly approach today; the world has become a cacophony of noise and people fighting for a chance to make that kind of impact, positively or negatively, the magnitude of that statement cannot be approached.

John apologized afterward.  He really wanted to make right what he had somehow made so wrong.  That one statement ended the Beatles touring career.  There was no fixing it, no matter what he tried.  From my perspective it made sense.  I was just a little kid at the time; almost no one knew I was Jesus and alive.  They were bigger than me when he said it.

As time moved forward John and the rest of the Beatles became more spiritually evolved as they matured.  John began to become more like Jesus, the way he thought of Jesus.  He never said anything that indicated he thought badly of Jesus.  It was more that he was critical of what became attached to Jesus soon after he died.  He even said, and I agree, some of Jesus' disciples seemed a little bit slow.  John did say at one point, and I have not yet found the quote, that if Jesus were alive today people would try to kill him.  He was right about that.  I have lost count of how many times that has happened.  Maybe Jesus would just lay low, if he knew what was good for me.

Later in his life, John let his hair and beard grow long and began to look like Traditional Jesus.  He also criticized, using his razor sharp wit, those whom he believed were the real antagonists in this world.  He did not mince words.  You would not expect Jesus to do that very much, would you?  If anything, you would expect Jesus to tell you the truth, as much as you could stand to hear.

And when asked how he expected to die John said he expected some crazy guy to kill him.  How prophetic.  A crazy man did shoot him the way a coward does; in the back.  Do you get the feeling that John and I were a lot alike? 

Why is Mark David Chapman still alive?  How much do taxpayers pay for his incarceration?  Would it be cruel and unusual to execute him?  Was not his murder of John Lennon cruel and unusual?  What have we proven by not executing him?  Are we not sending a message to other crazy people you can live privately and have all your needs taken care of by our government if you murder someone? 

If John Lennon were alive today crazy ladies would be trying to steal his semen.  Would you feel sorry for them?

THINK ABOUT IT!

The Portuguese Man of War Incident

posted on May 20, 2009

Setting this story in a bit of chronology.  In the early 70's, I went with my family to Waikiki and stayed at the Hilton Hawaiian Village.  We toured the island and ate brunch at all the different hotels.  That pretty much summed up the way my family traveled; let's go some place and eat here and there.  If some tours are available, we'll go.  As long as it doesn't interfere with the eating schedule.  In 1977, there was the trip to Israel via London, Rome, and back via Paris.  Less than a year after that, my folks wanted to take all four of us back to Hawaii, to the big island, because they discovered the Mauna Kea Beach Hotel and thought we all would enjoy it.  It sure sounds like my family was really wealthy, huh?

We arrived in mid-June and we were going to stay almost two weeks.  We had a long cab ride from the airport.  The driver was going on and on about the goddess, Pele.  He asked me if I believed in the goddess Pele.  I told him I did not.  Even if there was a lady named Pele, who in their right mind believes in a capricious bitch goddess that will stop blowing lava if you throw some flowers in her mouth?  Bitchy regulators on volcanoes?  In all my bar mitzvah training there was no mention of such an entity.  God's power fills the entire Earth.  Remember that, the next time the ground starts shaking.  If you are familiar with Goddess Pele worship it is infamous for leaving things like roasted pigs on the slopes of volcanoes which attract all kinds of vermin.  Makes sense to me.

The restaurant at the hotel was its own five-star attraction and they did not repeat the menu for two weeks.  A no-effort, no-brainer from my gluttonous, shape-shifting Dad's perspective.  Eat, sleep, sit in the sun, shop at the hotel, not too many tours available; just "relax."  Mom and sis were amenable to this but I was getting bored really quickly.  The rooms had no TV or radio and the newspaper got there a day late.  I made a joke; if the world came to an end we would not know about it until the day after.  Imagine a headline "IT'S OVER" arriving the day after the event.  My folks thought that was really funny.

I brought my goggles on this trip and the amazing diversity of life inside the coral reef that separated the hotel's beach from the open ocean and the "surfable" waves was just fascinating to me.  It was like swimming in a fish tank.  The sand on the beach was so fine I collected some in a soda can to bring home with me; it reminded me of powdered sugar.  One day, as my regular swims got longer and longer I decided I would attempt to swim the length of the reef, to get my appetite up for yet another very rich meal.

I started out with the crawl followed by the breaststroke.  I then went to the butterfly which was my weakest mode.  I got tired quickly and decided to sidestroke for awhile to get my breath back.  The side stroke is a real type of swimming but no one takes it seriously.  When was the last time there was a sidestroke competition? 

As I got near the midpoint of the reef something bizarre happened.  I felt intense stinging all along my right arm.  The stinging then moved to my back.  I brought my right arm up out of the water; there were a few things that looked like purple peas with red streaks in them.  They were stinging me and making my muscles tense up and begin to go numb.  There was more stinging on my back; I tried to knock them off my back as I struggled a few meters from the reef.

I realized I needed to get back to dry land as soon as possible and get help.  I looked both ways toward the beach; being a math whiz I knew I was in the middle of a parabola.  No direction would be shorter.  The best way back was directly at the beach perpendicular to the reef.  The lifeguards were there as well, and if I got their attention then I might make it back safely.

I started swimming with a mostly numb right arm and back.  Left arm "stroke." Right arm "splash."  Soon I was mostly propelling myself by my legs and steering with my left arm.  I waved, with my left arm, to the lifeguards on shore and yelled "HELP!"  I yelled as loud as I could but I was still really far out and they seemed to not see me at all.  I was beginning to swallow water and was scared out of my mind.  For the first time in my life the thought "I am going to die!" went through my mind.

"I'm going to die here.  In Paradise.  This is really gonna suck!" At the end of that thought a loud voice bellowed through my mind, and it said: "DON'T PANIC!" I was stunned.  Where did that voice come from?  My first reaction was "Okay!"  I then remember this same voice telling me "YOU CAN TREAD WATER AND GET YOUR BREATH BACK!"  My reaction was "Yeah, I'm good at that.  I could even dog-paddle back to the beach.  Who cares what I look like doing it?"  I tried to yell at the lifeguards on the beach a few more times but gave up on them.  Yelling at them was wasting energy.  I engineering my way back by treading water a lot and dog-paddling.  Tread, paddle.  Tread, paddle.   I did not stop this pattern until I could reach bottom at the beach.   As the the waves crashed against my prone body, crawling on all fours, two lifeguards showed up and lifted me out of the spot where the sand met the water.  "Now you're going to help me?  It's about time!" was what I thought as I nearly passed out from exhaustion.

The lifeguards knocked several of the Portuguese Man of War spawn off my body.  My back and arm were red and swollen.  Soon my parents and sister, fully oiled up and baked, showed up to look at me.  My Dad had a look of fear etched on his face and my Mom and sister were crying.  I was too tired to say or do anything.  The lifeguards started applying a paste composed of meat tenderizer and water.  Eventually, they let me go with the crusty substance on my back and I still ate lunch with my family.  For the next few days I was confined to our room and my family took turns putting the meat tenderizer paste on my back until the swelling went down.  Eventually, I returned to normal and went back to the beach.

One day, before we left the island, one of the locals came up to me at the beach and asked me if I was going to "marry Nicole."  I had no idea what to say.  On some level I realized the girl I chose at Sydney Rushakoff's house about a year and a half earlier had just been born.  However, at that point, how could I have known what the best answer should be?  I do not remember giving a response.  From my perspective, the lifeguards had almost let me drown.  The boat I saw pass on the other side of the reef might have dumped the Portuguese Man Of War spawn in the water just because I had a misunderstanding with a heathen about the Goddess Pele.  I was not really trusting anyone in the vicinity at that point.

More About Not Being Worthy - What Is The Truth?

posted on May 18, 2009

Too many want to convince ME that the part I said about "If you love Father or Mother" part was about Love in general.  That you have to be loving to be worthy.  Not really.  That is important, but if you do not love ME, personally, more than you love anything else then you are not worthy.

So let me spell it out for all of you:

YOU ARE NOT WORTHY IF:

You love the Holy Spirit more than you love me
You love the Virgin Mary or any other figurine more than you love me
You love the Universe, and remember it's GOD'S UNIVERSE, more than you love me
You love some other guy more than you love me
You love some woman more than you love me
You love any version of Scripture more than you love me
You love your life, which would not exist if I had not saved all of you sinners and saints twice, more than you love me
You love your kids more than you love me
You love your animals more than you love me
You love your possessions more than you love me
You love any ritual more than you love me
You love any activity more than you love me
You say you want me, now, but tell me I have to leave
 
NOT WORTHY!

God conscious
Krishna conscious
Christ conscious

Are all the same thing.  It has just been much easier to shoot at, curse, ignore, revile, deceive, and steal from me than the others.  But I am the easiest to talk to.


A few words about the Truth.

I was in my hospital bed during last night's moderate earthquake that was really close to the hospital where I was born.  The shake was quite strong.  First thing I did was go to USGS (did you feel it?).  It said 5.0 on the Richter Scale.  I was about 5 miles away from an earthquake measured 8.4 miles deep, so that's pretty close to the epicenter.

Someone had the TV on and "they" said USGS reported 4.7.  Is there much of a difference on the scale?  Yes.  Exponential scale.  A 5.0 is a few times larger than a 4.7.  A 5.0 is ten times stronger than a 4.0.  You do the math...

Is this another one of those perception vs reality things?  Was it really a 5.0 as the site had reported originally but 5.0 "sounds too strong" and 4.7 doesn't sound so bad so someone decided it "really was just a 4.7?"  I'm not so sure, but I have been telling people the temperature in SoCal often gets predicted and reported a little under because people freak out when we go over 100 too often and too long.  It's not really that hot.  Don't worry about melting ice caps.  Go back to doing whatever you're doing everything is going to be alright.  Pick up some garbage, hug a puppy, watch the game, EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT PEOPLE.  SOMEONE COMMANDED GOD'S FINGER IN THE SKY IN 2006 LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD TEN YEARS BEFORE BUT WE DON'T HAVE TO DO WHAT HE SAYS JUST BECAUSE HE DID THAT.  JUST BECAUSE HE GOT DRESSED UP AND WENT TO SAN DIEGO'S COMICON (THE EPICENTER OF HYPOCRISY) AND SAID THERE WOULD BE A SIGN FROM GOD IN THREE DAYS TO REPLACE THE CRUCIFIX AND A 900 FT CROSS SHAPED CROP CIRCLE APPEARED THREE DAYS LATER IS JUST A COINCIDENCE.  IF HE REALLY HAD ANY BRAINS HE WOULD NOT BE HOMELESS.  HE WOULD JUST GET A JOB, RIGHT?  JUST IGNORE THE MESSIAH, WE HAVE A MUCH BETTER LOOKING HOLOGRAM PLANNED FOR YOU.  ROCKIER AND SEXIER AND HE WON'T REALLY ASK YOU TO DO SOMETHING.  THERE REALLY IS NO GOD ANYWAY.  HOPE UNITY LOVE SEX DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD.  THERE WILL NOT BE ANY REPERCUSSIONS. GO BACK INSIDE, NOTHING TO SEE, BELIEVE IN CARTOONS, THERE ARE NO MIRACLES, JUST WORK REALLY HARD AND YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU.

Minnie Driver's Pilates Lesson with Leora

 

Here is the XtraNormal version of a very strange post I published on May 17, 2009.

My Eyes Changed Color...ONCE

posted May 16, 2009  
 

People will always resist the TRUTH especially when it is hard to believe.  People are also naturally envious especially when they really do not know what it is like from the other person's perspective.  People can also get really mean when you tell them the answer to a question and they don't like the answer.  If you cannot handle the TRUTH then don't ask the question in the first place.

Once, while I was still in high school, I was asked if my eyes can change color.  That seemed strange to me.  I was asked if I can ask God to change the color of my eyes.  I was unsure as to why I would want to do that.  Was it just because there was a reference in Scripture to "someone's" eyes being blue or green and my eyes were brown?  People believed my eyes could change to fit Scripture.  At this point in my life, I was completely unaware that 2,000 years ago Jesus' eyes were brown but they became hazel when he appeared before his friends after his Resurrection.

I went to sleep that night and asked God if He could change the color of my eyes.  Make them green to change Scripture.  I went to sleep that night and when I woke up the next morning they were still brown.  So, I did not get my wish.  The same person asked me if I could ask Him again.  Sometimes people can be so focused on getting me to get God to do something I am not sure what else they do with their lives.

That night I thought about it a lot before I went to sleep.  I really didn't care if some Scripture verse said my eyes were supposed to be a certain color.  Some people can use the Bible to oppress others or tell them are all wrong about something.  There are so many versions of the Bible.  Why does the color of my eyes mean anything?  But I thought about how I looked.  My hair is reddish-brown, I have brown freckles and moles, brown eyes.  I looked like I was made out of one color.  You could draw me with one crayon or pencil.  I realized I wanted my eyes to be green.  There would be more contrast, more color.  So I asked God to change the color of my eyes because that's what I wanted.

I woke up the next day and my eyes were bloodshot.  I didn't have a cold or anything; I felt fine.  I could tell there was something different, though.  I had some eye drops and used them.  As I waited for the redness to clear I realized my eyes weren't brown anymore.  They were hazel.  It was like the brown at the outer edge of my irises fell away exposing a green edge.  They were still brown in the middle, around the pupils.  I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.  My eyes sorta look like volcanic islands in the sea. 

My family saw me and freaked out, especially my Mom.  I kept telling them "I like them now."  I went to school and people noticed, mostly the girls.  The guys didn't seem to notice until they heard all the girls talking about it.  I kept telling people I liked them now.  Some people were just too shocked to answer, but as people calmed down, I heard more and more, "Yeah, they look good on you."

Besides all kinds of implications based on what these changes to my face meant, I realized something before I graduated high school.  When it comes to things like eyes changing color and black dots on cheeks, girls notice these things much faster than guys do.  And if one girl notices, she will tell the other girls, and soon everyone will know.  But if people meet you after your eyes change color and you already had the black dot on your cheek then you look the same as you always did to them.

P.S.  I am accurate.  Blue-eyes Jesus depictions are not.

Another Secret From The Messiah

put up on May 15, 2009


If you have been keeping up with those who know what they are talking about, Bible Code and Bible Code II warned us the end was about to happen.  Once 2006 was averted there really was no more reason to keep trying to annihilate me.  It was high time that Leora SBK Tobias got taken out.  Signs in the sky were ordering you to do so.  Ides of March; she was vulnerable while in the hospital.  You were supposed to kill her THERE; you know, like you did with Tupak?  Watch V for Vendetta if you want another version of that prophecy that was supposed to be followed.

But the bullets kept flying at me in 2007.  However, Bible Code was talking about 2006.  So what was the biggest risk to my life in 2006?  Believe it or not, MEL GIBSON.  Yes, it's true.  I was living at the beach, in the nice apartment across the harbor from the building that hosted signals based on Mylar screens that changed everyday.  I know that sounds weird, but it is true, and I had been waiting about ten years for that stuff to go down.  I was not living out of my car like I am now because Pussycat People cannot be trusted to do anything right at all.  Nicole really is the girl that does everything wrong.

I was trying to clear my head one night in late 2006 because there was so much going on.  I decide to go for a ride up PCH.  This is the same night MEL GIBSON got pulled over after the notorious night at MOONSHADOWS.  Sometimes driving on PCH at night is treacherous; you don't know which celebutard is driving what on what. 

Needless to say I avoided more than one rich, drunken asshole that night.  I was driving the 2002 Jeep Liberty; I had not bought the black car yet.  Can you imagine what might have happened if I had not avoided MEL GIBSON'S automobile that night?  He could have killed me.  MEL GIBSON, who has to be the weirdest JESUS FREAK in show business, might have killed me by accident. 

Can you imagine the producer of THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST appearing before God if he had killed me and the world came to an end?  The irony of that cannot even be measured.