From a Florida Keys amigo today:
I sent him the Asian lightning gal.
From the May 9, 2020 Maybe it's time for Daniel to return? post at this blog:
I agree that humans will eventually destroy this
Earth if they keep plundering it.
We may need Divine intervention!
Hugs
Hugs
I sent him the Asian lightning gal.
From the May 9, 2020 Maybe it's time for Daniel to return? post at this blog:
Got very long email 12:45
a.m. today from the second manager of Sippin’ Internet CafĂ©, in Key
West, recapping my life as he understands it, lots of critical
advice about my delusional life and writings, I need to see an internist and a
psychiatrist, read the Bible, and ignore your and Kari’s dreams, and my own
dreams. He's dying of lymphoma, is on seroquel and other psych drugs. Had no
clue who he was until he mentioned my lady art work was in the bathroom at Sippin'.
He criticized the art. It was him who told me to put it in the bathroom. He
really liked the art back then.
I replied to the fellow and sent him the blog post mentioned above. He replied today:
Wrong Gary, Bash. This is Gary S. My folks moved from
Cicero to South Alabama in 1948. My mother was African American, my father
Sicilian. Father was educated at University of Chicago and had an MS. When he
married a woman of color his PhD program wrote him a letter(from U of I
Urbana-Champaign) that they could no longer work with him and they wished him
the best- no reason specified. While he was away in the war, he was hit,
recuperated and served again. Father had a job promised to him at college there
but they Balked- saying his living arrangement with me, his maid and mammy was highly
inappropriate- either she and tot went or the job went- father went jobless I
was but a little boy but even I understood what was happening. And it was
because my father had white skin, my mother had dark skin, and I had a milky
brown skin tone, except as it happened.
I talked to you about this as it entered the 2008 season of
elections as I believed Obama would bring a better solution to American than
Hillary. By 2016 I was so sick Obama claimed to be a community activist, and
had done nothing to community
I never had anything to do with Sippin' other than I sure as
hell enjoyed their coffee, their occasisonal pastry and browsing the Internet.
It was almost culture in Key West. But like anything of culture in K-W, it was
subsequently destroyed. Bahama Village ? Might as well have been razed and all
people of color, myself and Barbara included taken to the mainland, and Monroe
County put up a sign: NO COLOREDS ALLOWED. I remember those signs, I remember
the looks you got having a black mother, white father, Key West had become
"that" kind of place.
I never knew the Arnaud's as you did- in fact, I made it a point
to not become involved. Based on my time as an engineer and then doing
abatement studies I realized no one in the right mind would want to vacation on
a spoil island. So I felt that as much good they did, I wondered if people
should have been exposing themselves to carcinogens in the soil.
I wake up this time of night and can't go back to sleep. I will
either jerk around and this damned port become a problem and the care nurse
need to be woken up.
How much did it cost to print those Redneck Mystics and then
have them distributed around the South ? A paper copy I found had been well
thumbed but had an inscription to "Pass it On by Order of the (Some Biker
Gange) (Some member name)" with a doodle of a large handgun pointing at
the reader. Pass it on I did, after I read it. A woman Barb knows in Milton
found a copy there with a different doodle and message to read it, said Kilroy
had been here but he was passing his copy on and so should you, after reading.
Kilroy was looking up at the reader.
Like you I guess I think I have a prescription for fixing the
world. I wonder in this time which may be the end for man based on so many
events, what makes you so sure of your prophet ? God warned us of false prophets,
especially now.
We're in a world with war, plague and I guess maybe a rapture
soon.
I figure it will be just my luck to pass and then the rapture
occur and all those people raptured they'll be wanting to cut line.
I can still see the humor in dying.
I wish you better days and a clearer head from which to live
them, and less pain. How you came upon these superstitions and made them your
compulsions I do not yet understand. But I know man is not responsible for
mental illness, but when its recognizable and debilitating- it should be
treated.
I will ring again for my nurse.
I
replied:
I feel awful for your suffering, which causes me to think again
that I hope when my time comes, it is quick, or even sudden, and not lingering.
I think I would have different perspectives if my parents had
been African and Sicilian. I think you would have different perspectives if you
had had my parents. They instilled things in me, sometimes for the better,
other times not. What ended up happening neither they nor I could have
predicted.
It amazes me that I am still alive, after all the physical,
mental, emotional and spiritual rough-sledding that followed the first
visitation in early 1987, after I had made a desperate prayer, "Dear God,
please help me. I do not wish to die like this, failed. I offer my life to
human service." About 10 days later, in the wee hours, I awoke to see two
spirit beings hovering above me in the darkness. White with slight blue tint,
shaped something like a shift. No detailed features, no wings, I assumed they
were angels. I heard plainly, but not in my ears, "This will push you to
your limits, but you asked for it and we are going to give it to you." I
remembered the desperate prayer. Then, I saw a white flash and was physically
jolted by something electrical. Twice more that happened. The two beings faded
out. It had begun. I had no clue what lay ahead. If I had known, maybe I would
have killed myself?
Telling that story many years later got me locked up and they
meant to throw the key away, but it didn't go as they had planned. A whole lot
of people would then cross my path, that's how it tended to work, for I was not
looking for them, and this and that would happen, and they would be okay with
it somewhat, or even intrigued, or they would not be happy, or they would be
really angry, or upset.
I was told a few times when I lived in the Florida Keys that I
had really good ideas and would have been elected if I had not talked about
God, angels, the devil, dreams, etc.
I met very few Christians who were comfortable with what I said
I was hearing from Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek about current events and
people and passages in the Bible. Quite a few times Christians told me God
stopped talking to people after the Bible was written.
I felt like I was from another planet, stranded here by the
mother ship. Sometimes I would meet someone who kinda seemed in the same boat.
Only a handful of those few, though, were captured by something much larger
than themselves, which they knew in their bones and souls was taking them down
a road very few people traveled or could imagine.
Looks to me humanity is at a Rubicon, thanks to lots of factors,
most recently the coronavirus. Which is more important, survival of humanity,
or survival of the planet, seems to me a really poignant question? I wrote a
bit about that in yesterday's post at my blog:
Godspeed, Gary
Sloan
P.S.
Apologies, I see I
did not answer your question about "Prophet". Unknown to me, when he
first approached me in early 2017, he had followed me since 2010, when my
brother went missing and I was writing blog posts about that. When
"Prophet" introduced himself in 2017, he said he had wanted not to
get involved, but he came under increasing pressure from what he knew were
supernatural forces, to the point he was nearly dead, so he contacted me. He
reported a dream about how something really rough I was involved in would turn
out, and after a while it resolved as he had dreamed. By then, we were in
regular communication. I then published a great deal of what he reported he was
hearing from several angels one or more at a time (Michael, Gabriel, Raphael,
Khamael and Melchizedek) during sit-down meetings in his living room when he
was wide awake, dreams during his sleep, while he was praying, and in sudden
waking visions. I did not publish it all. I resonated with most of what he
reported being told, took wait and see view. He did same. He knew he did not
know what would happen, only what he was told and shown. Hard to imagine the
disciple John understood what is reported came to him in the Book of
Revelation. Daniel had an apocalyptic dream he did not understand.
"Prophet's" steady reluctance to be used in that way is why I
recently started calling him "Jonah". He is not religious, does not
attend church. His parents are skeptics. He did not ask for it. It was imposed
on him. I was told in my sleep last year that I am his John the Baptist. He did
not like hearing about that, nor rehearing it when he got tired of me
publishing some of what he reported to me. He very definitely does not claim
what he is told will come to pass. There are plenty of self-proclaimed prophets
who do just that. Perhaps the prophesies "Jonah" receives are what
could happen, different potentials, warnings to shape up, or else. Jonah
recently reports being told there is division in the angelic realm regarding
what to do with humanity, Lucifer knows of the division and is very pleased. I
think Lucifer is pleased with a great deal of what happens on this planet.
Also apologies for
not explaining that the little blue jacket book about remarkable people I have
known literally jumped out of me, as told in the "Preface", in the
fall of 2004. The little book was self-published and there were several reprints. I gave away maybe 2,000 copies, got lots of nice feedback. I don't recall drawing anything in the books I gave away. Occasionally, I autographed a copy. Not told is what led up to the book being written. I blew a huge political assignment
early that year in Key West, to run for county commission as a write-in candidate.
I was told to write differently in my email blasts. Be nice. I had a rough time
being nice about what I was engaging in local politics and otherwise. I had
skin MRSA and it kept coming back after the newest round of antibiotics ended.
I was living in a tent in a homeless camp in the wetlands next to the airport.
I was being zapped horribly every time I did not write an email blast that
suited the angels. Nearly every day I was being zapped. I fell into an awful
pit. I felt I was going nuts, was possessed by Lucifer. It was during that
time I was asked in my sleep, "What do you think of the species." I
answered, as reported in the blog post I emailed you. The next day, I was told
to take one day's dose of the new MRSA prescription, then not take any more of
it. I did that. The new MRSA sore on my arm started receding. It kept receding.
In three weeks, there was no sign of it. There was no medical or human
explanation. But the soul anguish continued. I was allowed to suffer in that
awful morass until early June, when I was told in my sleep that I needed to
leave Key West and go where I had summered a few times before in north Georgia.
The poem below fell out of me that morning. I left on Greyhound soon after and
was taken in for several months by friends in north Georgia. My dreams were
nightmarish but externally things were improving. Finally, I started writing
about remarkable people. Shed rivers of tears, oceans of snot. That was how I
was restored from blowing not running for county commission in the Florida Keys after being plainly
told to do it, several times. Had I run in 2004, who knows what might have
happened? Perhaps nothing, Perhaps a lot. I'll never know, because I blew the
assignment.
Below is a link to
a blog where the remarkable people book can be read free. This poem near the
beginning of the book heralded the trip to north Georgia,
and much more:
SHANGHAIED
A calling to
serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one.
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship,
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one.
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship,
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.
(7 June 2004)
A FEW REMARKABLE ALABAMA PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN, by a southern lawyer who became a mystic
A FEW REMARKABLE ALABAMA PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN, by a southern lawyer who became a mystic
sloanbashinsky@yahoo.com
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