I thought it was important to publish this blog before I publish a blog, I have been writing I call 2 Shakedown Street. Shakedown Street is a blog I wrote in which the subject matter I wrote about was similar to what the band seems to be singing about. A "Shakedown Street "occurred before Grateful Dead shows usually in venue parking lots. We always found the area where many interesting products, such as food, t-shirts and tickets are being offered for sale. One can also usually find drugs on “Shakedown Street.” In Cincinnati, Ohio where I am from, Vine Street and Liberty Street are Shakedown Streets. Many cities have a Shakedown Street. I doubt that when the song Shakedown Street was written it about a specific street but "that kind of" street exists sin cities around the world. I'd have to imagine that the Grateful Dead song Shakedown Street for the band's members, like many Summer of Love Haight Street Hippies would consider Shakedown Street to be Haight Street in San Francisco, California. That’s what it was to me when I first began to visit in 1995. When we moved here in 2002, we lived in the Lower Haight on Steiner Street just off Haight Street, so it still was just that for me. When we moved to Minna Street in 2004, the Shakedown Street was first Polk Street and then 6th Street. 6th Street is Shakedown Street in the blog I published 7/3/12. If I had to identify one today, I would say that 6th Street is “my Shakedown Street,”.
In no way is the Grateful Dead song, Shakedown Street referring to an earthquake, however, I thought the word Shakedown could be translated into something relating to an earthquake. I saw the date it was published in 2012 which was July 3rd. Then, at the Grateful Dead’s 50th Anniversary Show in 2015 they opened with Shakedown Street on the 4th of July which was the day a huge earthquake was to occur in 2016. A lot more will be written, but for now I’d like to at least point out how in 2015, which was 10 years after I wrote about being in an earthquake before meeting God on Pier 30/32 in the blog Contrails. I first published it on 11/3/06 and then republished on 8/20/12. It was in that blog that I wrote how I believe I met God. I had just felt like I was in a very big earthquake while walking on a walkway between McCovey Cove and AT&T Park. While walking and gazing upward into the sky on Pier 30/32, a mysterious black man appeared before me. He suggested I get off of Pier 30/32 because it was not safe that night. After my wondering just what was going on, I turned around because I kind of had “just one question” as I walked away from him, I didn’t have to say it, but the look on my face I’m sure asked, “What the heck is going on here?” His arm pointed up into the sky and pointed from left to right along a Contrail that cut right across the Bay Bridges double suspension bridge West Span. As he did, he asked, “See?” I shook my head indicating that, “yes” I did see and walked all the way home. I believe the Bay Bridges brand new Self Anchored Suspension East Span is set to fall. This would leave the West Span looking as it does in this photo I put at the beginning of Sleepless and Santa Cruz which is one of the many blogs I wrote about Camp Maymac which is where the epicenter of the 1989 Loma Prieta Earthquake.
God could “Smell what the Rock was cooking.” San Andreas 9.6 was in theaters in 2015. God knew that night I walked on the walkway between At&T Park and McCovey Cove in 2005 “That the walls were shaking, the Earth was quaking My mind was aching and we were making it” as AC/DC showed up at that baseball stadium Hollywood tour down that year and tore it down only the way AC/DC can tear a stadium full of fans down. It was on the 25th day of the 9th Month in the 15th year of the 21st Century when AC/DC performed Shook Me All Night Long. It was the 15th song the band -performed. I’ll write quite a bit more about how God brought to our attention how these unnatural disasters are occurring by using True Prophesy and thanks to Don Henley, false prophesy was True for me. Hotel California occurred for me, on Treasure Island where even bridges would end a rainbow began taking us back to the time of Noah and his ark that he did build to withstand a flood.
I wanted to publish Jack The Beanstalk so that true prophesy can
start to be understood the way it is organically derived from the soul through
music, photography, films, books, and art. It is also aligned by
numbers such as building heights, geographic distances, or historically
documented records such as dates and times something occurs. False
prophesy is planned and then communicated through voices
in someone's head before it is carried out and then is recorded
through news outlets upon their occurrences and I assume it
would have been written.
Hurricane Katrina was created by the New World Order. Readers
will read in 2 Shakedown Street how towers of skyscrapers are
set to fall in San Francisco after they create a very large earthquake on the
Hayward Fault. Thanks to Janus Joplin who is the Angel (daughter) of the
Coventry and Bobby McGee Angel (son) of the Masonry and other
coal miner's down there, the earthquake has not been set off.
They still may have electromagnetic impulse possibilities, but someone has not
pushed the button for it to happen either. 2 Shakedown Street will
be published as soon as possible. ”They” constantly delete and disrupt
what I write. I once read that the first
electromagnetic impulse was created on April 1st, 1930 from Hunters Point Naval Shipyard in San
Francisco.
Hunters Point
“By the time I reached Salinas, I let it slip away” Lyrics from the song, Me and Bobby McGee sings about Salinas, California which was the epicenter of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. The song was written by Chris Kristofferson based on a suggestion from Fred Foster. It was first recorded in May of 1969 by Roger Miller. It would also be recorded by Kenny Rogers, Gordon Lightfoot, Chris Kristofferson, Janus Joplin, Otis Redding, Jerry Lee Lewis and The Grateful Dead. The song is great with many artists performing it. I believe many have heard Janus Joplin sing that song like only Janus Joplin can. Chris Kristofferson would show up and perform Me and Bobby McGee at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass in 2016 just like his voice in my head said he would do. It was necessary to save San Francisco from the first attempt in 2016. God knew it was to occur in Golden Gate Park in 2016 which helped prevent earthquakes including the one that was to first occur on The Fourth of July.
(9:05PM on 9/17/22) I need to get to “Houston”, ‘Texas” and “Washington”. I should point out how I was saying and writing how Washington is in heaven and Washington is upon the earth. Texas to be exact. I was saying this because I don’t know Washington these days, but I didn’t think Washington was seeming to be the way I perceived it to be from this lifetime and based on who I once was in past lives. I believe I was John Adams, Davy Crockett, Abraham Lincoln and Franklin Roosevelt. I was saying this when Donald Trump was in office. Nancy Pelosi’s voice in my head just said Donald Trump also perceived it to be different. The way I perceived it; The United States of America was becoming the 4th Reich of America. When I spoke and wrote of where Washington was, I say, “Texas to be exact,” because I believe former Presidents George H. W. Bush and President George W. Bush who live or once lived in Houston, Texas and Washington were once the first United States, President, George Washington. I did not think Washington was in D.C. until I called the Washington D.C. Police Department on Donald Trump one night. After speaking to the officer about what this glycerin demon seeming to be Donald Trump was doing, I asked him, “What is your name officer?” He replied, “Washington.” I then knew that Washington was in D.C. after all. The reincarnations of Franklin Delano Roosevelt and Adolf Elizabeth Hitler with the support from Harriet Beecher Stowe’s reincarnation once met in Washington D.C. I will be Grateful from the time I went until forever after I’m Dead. I still would like to get to Houston, Texas where I believe George W. Bush lives. In the past, his voice in my head has mentioned a Rangers game. I guess that’s in Arlington, Texas which would allow me to also see Dallas, Texas.
(5.:23PM
on 6/17/22) I am writing this on my brand-new
ASUS Computer I felt I had to buy. My less than 1 year old HP Computer has been
so abused by so many that I wasn't sure what I was going to use over the weekend
to finish editing to this already published blog. When I
got home, I saw the computer I reset for the 10th or more time now
works and seems to be running good. It is so frustrating that
"they" continue to disrupt and delete everything I do. They do
so on the computer, in my world and to my physical and mental health. I was
fortunate to find an ASUS Computer at Best Buy that listed for $249.00 for
$109.00. So far, I am happy with
it. I wondered if I should buy two, but figured one is enough for
now. When the manipulation ends, I want to get a very good computer. I don’t really know computers, but I used to
know cars back when I needed and utilized one and had an issued driver’s
license. Most people can imagine the price of a Toyota verses a Rolls Royce so
I will speak of computers like they were automobiles so people can “hear” the
price. In the future, I want to at least
get a "Cadillac". I think I want to eventually get something along the
lines of a "Mercedes Bens". I
saw some of those. I know there is a
"Rolls Royce" out there too, but I am not sure I’ll ever need
one. I know there are
I started up my brand-new Ford, I
realized I needed the product key to connect my Comcast internet service. I looked to
my modem. I looked on the top, front, back and both sides and did not see it. Then I thought it was now a password and I thought I remembered it, but when I typed something in,
it was not correct. So, I called Comcast. I would not allow them to text something to
me the computer voice assured me was a basic and simple understanding of what
I needed to do but refused. I wanted to speak to a Comcast Agent. They
said there was a high volume of calls at the time, but I waited. It was only
about 20 minutes and while waiting, I thought I need to get my pants down so
kids don’t get raped. I thought
if a woman answered I’d simply be starting my adult chat early. If I don't have pants on, kids do not get raped. If I make myself up like a woman, women do not get
raped, only I do. It seems everyone on
the other end of some sort of communication
with me sees me somehow. After a
$109 was a bargain and a number I will
explain more. Let me just say, I must read
up on it some, but when I see the numbers 109, I somehow insert PT to the
beginning to become PT - 109 as in Patrol Torpedo Boat 109. John F Kennedy, like George H.W,
Bush is a World War II hero. I already
wrote about President Bush as will be read about below since numbers brought
them up after I was writing to it. This
involves a shot down plane and a sunken boat.
Both became books and screen plays.
I have a lot more to write about that war I have watched documentaries
about, read about and could even say I Minor, Minored the subject in college. You will also read about a couple of Godly
prophets now and then in blogs I have already written and future blogs I need to write,
understanding who I believe they once were in past lives gives me quite a bit
more to write about. For some rock stars, I have already written about people
they once were. I believe I have quoted
Winston Churchill the most throughout my blog and believe today he is Ozzy
Osbourne. I wrote about both of them.
(4:17AM on 9/25/22) Since this began
for information at 4:11, I thought it was appropriate as I finished typing the
edit notes to recognize it to be the day Barbara Bush died in 2018. I started to write about the people in the
edit notes for the "for your information" edit, and noticed the time was 4:11 and
felt that since this blog is for your information, that it would help to see how
this blog is the information that God spells out using true prophesy to communicate information that becomes The Word of God. Will apparently obvious possible
suggestions such as John Lennon was once Mahatma Gandhi able to be proven through
Scientific DNA or would it be admissible in some sort of court? Probably not, however, when readers read the
coincidental events that was written, photographed and recorded involving
people, places and events that clearly point to this to have once been that it could have only been written by God. It
can be read throughout this blog and usually happens as events on a timeline that is
out of order suggesting someone knew something about something would occur to
allow that someone or something to show us something. After true prophesy is laid out long enough, it becomes pretty clear that that something can only be God. Call it God, Dios, Allah or whatever one
likes. Once we see this occur time after
time connecting to so many things throughout history that the only
possible answer to this incredible tale in which God proved God exist. My Higher power I call God is the Universe. I’ll explain more about that day when I watched
Barbara Bush’s funeral back in 2018 how the bible verses her granddaughters chose
to read not only were much like the person who their grandmother was or someone like
Martha Washington was in great likelihood, I believe her soul is actually the person that was
written about in the bible.
I always found it interesting that the 9/11 attacks occurred on that date seeing as though 911 is the three numbers to
dial for an emergency in the United States at the time the attacks occurred. Prior to that, it was Pete Rose’s hit number
4192 that made history at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati, Ohio on 9/11 in 1985. It is probably still
remembered on local Cincinnati News Channels broadcast on 9/11. 9/11 will be remembered at least as long as this country exist.
However, since it is biblical being in the book of Revelation it will be remembered forever. Sodam and Egypt
became Sodam and Gomorrah and I will explain that more in the future, but for now
I will say that 9/11 did not have to occur.
The New World Order could have called it off. It sounds as though, Donald Trump could have
called it off. My mother died in
1984. 911 did not exist in Cincinnati,
Ohio until 8/17 in 1988. (742 p.m. on 9/28/22) Today at lunch time our building had a town hall type meeting in which we recognize Spanish heritage month. Handed out was a sheet that included 30 facts for Hispanic heritage month. I found it interesting that Spanish heritage month happened to begin in 1968 but was enacted into a law on August 17th 1988. Coincidentally enough the only paragraph that I was able to edit while I was sitting waiting for the group to begin with this paragraph that this is written a couple days ago, I had written which pointed out how 911 began in this country in 1968 and began in Cincinnati on August 17th, 1988. Again, this happens to me with numbers all the time specifically to such a degree that the matching date is amazing but the fact that I was using that paragraph but before she handed it out is something I have to point out is how God communicates to me with numbers since 8/17 is
(2:11PM on 9/22/22) I wrote about “for your information” (4411) above and wasn’t really sure why, but I personally, and gratefully do know that For San Francisco information, we dial 211. I did so back in 2014. I was calling about receiving Meals on Wheels. I believe I spoke to Gavin Newsom’s mother. I29 hope to confirm this someday, but for now I’ll say whoever it was was very kind, helpful and basically, got it done. It ended up becoming a time when I needed Meals on Wheels more than I ever believed I possibly would after unlocking the Covenant. Having wholesome balanced meals became critical to my day-to-day activities. I was fortunate to receive my Meals on Wheels from Project Open Hand. I had done some photography work for my friend Richard (Richard, Star of Bethlehem, Roshambo) who is a filmmaker for a film project that was about Project Open Hand and the good work that they do. I photographed a church that I used to attend an NA Meeting that meant a lot to me and believe I once stayed at as a shelter in my early days of being homeless in 2011. I to0k these photos on 2/15/14 which was the one-year anniversary of the Russian Meteor shower that was not the END OF THE WORLD. I also collaborated with Richard on a film project titled Rock, Paper, Scissors (Roshambo). I was the Director of Photography. It was one of the best photo projects I’ve worked on. I am personally proud to have been a part of that film. I am also proud to have gotten to meet Tom who helped design the Gay Pride Flag. I always thought a rainbow was a pretty cool idea for a flag. *
I used to see rainbows
all the time when I lived in Cincinnati.
They are common in the Midwest. The other day, I saw the second San Francisco rainbow I’ve ever seen
since I’ve lived in San Francisco, I believe I have seen 3 sunbows. In 2015, one day there was a “shaft of light” coming
out of a cloud of an unusually cloudy San Francisco sky. It was out by the Golden Gate
Bridge and I could see it off of my 26th floor balcony. It was heading towards the south tower of The Golden Gate Bridge which
is the tower Susan and I got to the top to as I wrote about in Top of the
World. We were in a 5-year drought,
and I had just written something on Facebook about this drought and thought I
would keep it for a blog to appear after I wrote Understanding Althea following the
50th Anniversary of the Grateful Dead. Many of my neighbors’ voices in my head
thought I was talking about the 50th Anniversary for The Grateful Dead when I said Top of
the World. That is what they were seeing it as and it truly was like being on
Top of the World in some ways. I thought that "shaft of light" was going to reach that south tower we went to the top of. It was heading seemingly on a direct northeast
wind pattern. The light was still approaching that tower and I thought and said, outloud, “rain? Rain!”
Then, my friend, Kelly West who I had nicknamed Pearl back in 2012
when she had a layover a few hours in San Francisco on her move from Hawaii to
Colorado. We met in the Haight and would
visit 710 Asbury which is the home the Grateful Dead all lived together back when the
band began during the Summer of Love.
When Kelly heard me say, “Rain" ,her voice in my head said, “It’s God.” I knew she was right.
I’ve
written a little and have much more to write in the future. They are the architects of a Christmas
display in San Francisco that people tour each holiday season. Richard did a film titled Making Christmas in
20??. Tom help create the infamous rainbow flag. Farm Aid began 37 years ago today, on
9/22/85. I think it’s a toast to Champaign
Illinois that it began as a program to help American Farmers after Bob Dylan recognized
such a need at a music festival in Africa two years earlier. Willie Nelson got with Bob Dylan and others
and created this good music festival with a good cause and it since there is a
Raliegh in North Carolina, that’s where it happens to be this year. See how I tried to use like sounding words to
tell that fact. That’s what you will see
throughout the blog. The translations
are understandable.
Since music is the topic, I might as well point out the Jimmy Pages voice suggested I write a little while out tonight so that’s what I am doing; Just before the “calling all cars” event at 5th and Market today, I was just at the point above this and was going to continue the 109 number connections to two of Rock and Rolls finest musicians, Jimmy Page and John Lennon. I wrote about them both in December 7th 1971, but it weas their band mates Robert Plant and Paul McCartney who showed up with Rock and Roll. I heard John Lennon say to Jimmy Page, “we’ll play some guitar.” I look forward to hearing such a thing. As for as the 109 connections, 1/09 is Jimmy Pages birthday and 10/9 is John Lennon's birthday. With that, demons are rushing me upstairs for reasons that slowed me up today quite a bitl They are so detrimental to all of my health.
I wrote a blog the day Barbara Bush
died and wanted to write more about George Bush in my December 7th,
1941 blog, but it will have to be a future blog as you will read, this blog is about Jack the
Beanstalk. I thought it might be good to
publish this before 2 Shakedown Street and you will read why this needs
recognition and serious attention.
(6:12PM on 8/31/22)6/12 is George H.W. Bush's birthday. I see
him as The Presidential God of the Galaxy. President
Bush and his wife, Barbara Bush are from Houston, Texas. First Lady of The
Heavens, Barbara Bush is a Galaxy Goddess who is biblical. I
point out his birthday because as you will read, significant blogs such
as, King Daivid of the Bible were written on that date in the past. The numbers
match a date as it appears in another format and is more significant to other
historical events which I have written about in the recent past and will write
about more in the near future. The United States is very unique in the way
it formats the way dates are written. It's Month/Day of the Month/Year
format is unique. Much of the world uses the Georgian format which is written
in the order the Day/Month/Year. For George Bush's birthday, 6/12 would be
12/6. You'll read below of the significance of 12/6 and 1/26.
When the number 612 is written backwards, 216 is the result. 2/16 was the
date my Fundraiser occurred in Milford, Ohio in 2013 after I tried to kill
myself because I knew there would be a meteor showerer to destroy life on
earth. It was one day after The Russian Meteor Shower was not the End of
the World because The Asteroid did not come down. I sacrificed my soul to
go to a Never-Ending Hell for all of earths inhabitants so they could
go to heaven forever.
In 2005, Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. The New
Orleans Superdome would shelter 16,000 Hurricane Katrina victims. Houston,
Texas which is 348 miles away from New Orleans, would shelter 25,000 Hurricane
Katrina victims in the Houston Astrodome.
The New Orleans Superdome - (Photo source: USA Today)
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The Houston Astrodome (Photo source: Houston Public Media)
I have met a few Hurricane Katrina victims who relocated to San
Francisco. I call one of the guys I met who moved here from The Ninth
Ward of New Orleans, "Nawlens." This blog is about Jack the Bean
Stock who I met in 2005 about a week before Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans.
He said to me over and over as he looked me in the
eye. "I just had to get outta Nawlens", He said
it so many times with an undoubted certainty, I knew it meant
something. Obviously, what he was saying meant something to
him. Seeing as though he had meth with him, he, like me, may have
been doing a "geographical" despite 50 years of "forced"
abstinence, I just knew it meant something. When I
got home, I shared this seemingly unique conversation with my wife, Susan.
I told her it meant something. I somehow believe it was not his fear of
Hurricanes that had anything to do with his "having to get out of New
Orleans." A week later, Hurricane Katrina began its destruction of
New Orleans. I spoke to Jack The Bean Stock before Hurricane Katrina even
existed. Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. The once Category 5 Hurricane dissipated on
8/31/05 which was 17 years ago today. By then, I was laid up on the couch after
suffering one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. As you will read below, I had a MRSA
infection that was the size of a baseball. It was by then that the Levy's
had begun to break. All that was on the television was coverage of
hurricane Katrina's devastation of New Orleans. It was then I began to really
think about my conversation with
Jack the beanstalk. I called Susan at work and asked her, "Do you remember
where I said Jack the beanstalk just had to get out of?" She recalled,
"New Orleans." Again, that storm didn't even exist during our
conversation. I wrote about Jack the beanstalk some in the 5th blog
I ever published titled, Look Here! See? Listen. on
9/22/06. Below is an excerpt:
I just took a much needed 4-hour break from this. The brain was babbling faster than I could type. In fact, it was reaching the point of babbling faster than I could think. Not only was I trying to remember things I was thinking about while I was out taking photos this morning and trying to process the babbles that were current, I also had red beans and rice on the stove and it occurred to me that my most profound example of the communication with the world occurred to me in the Presidio (My wife tried to edit this babble, but it would just take something away...} This particular example involves Hurricane Katrina and an 80-year-old man who had just spent 50 years in prison. He called himself "Jack the Bean Stock" and he was originally from New Orleans (Red Beans and Rice??) Future blogs will be necessary for the Jack the Bean Stock and the Presidio Story.
(12:06PM on 8/31/22) The time I began to write this is equivalent to 12/6 which is the day they fueled up the Arizona in 1941 for its trip to the West Coast. Its band was to receive some kind of award, I believe the members of The Rock and Roll Band Green Day and members of the band I was in, Revelation were members in that band that was on the Arizona December 7th, 1941. I believe the attack began at 7:50AM on 12/07/41. The Flag was to be up at 8:00AM on Sunday mornings and all 23 members of the band had assembled. I believe the Arizona whose fuel was topped off on 12/6 may have been hit first by a torpedo from a Japanese mini sub killing all 23 members of the band. I wrote the short paragraph below at 11:44 AM on 7/21/20 to my first draft posting I copied and pasted from a word document titled Jack The Bean Stock to Blogspot. It is misspelled that way. The draft file is titled Jack the Bean Stock in Gods Revelation 2015, I apparently wrote the word document the same day I wrote and first published a blog titled, Wake Me Up When September Ends. That blog was written and published on 9/28/06. I never published Jack the Bean Stock because I knew it was at best Halfway there because I knew it needed more and it turned out that Moore is what it needed. I think I also kind of sensed evidence to support such claims were necessary to understand such allegations I was making and essentially, like at the end of Ashes to Ashes had to give it to the Universe. Literally Burning Bridges would not occur on more than one occasion and I would have to literally learn to Walk Again on more than one occasion. Wake Me Up When September Ends is the first blog that was the name of a song. I wrote early on how important music was in early blogs. I knew that all the things I left to do I only did Halfway, but I also knew that it was the music that was helping complete many stories for me. It seemed I was on a mission. I knew it would take time to reach some sort of understanding as to what was really going on. Having all these experiences made me wonder if I perhaps were some kind of prophet. Later in the blog Look Here! See? Listen. I would write “Trust me, I am not trying to say I am some kind of prophet or anything like that. If anything, I am saying I think we are all capable of being “some kind of prophet.”” As it turns out, I am some kind of prophet. We all are” Every now and then “some kind of prophet reveals their prophesy for such an amazing understanding. Some still do not know. In this instance, I sensed it back then but now, I really know it. I can also say that Jack the Beanstalk is “Some kind of prophet." God used so many of us to write this book of Revelation through his only begotten son.
The numbers in the time of 11:44 are 4411 in reverse. It is for (your) information (4 (your) 411) that I keep the paragraph; I wrote above because those numbers that are important to the dates, they are used events and blogs. For example, 11 has the same numbers as 1/1 which is the date, I wrote Althea in 2015. 44 has the same numbers as 4/4 which is the date when The Grateful Dead encored Liberty in 1993 at Nassau Coliseum. 20 years before that in 1973 the World Trade Center opened in New York making it the tallest building in the world. 5 years before that in 1968, Doctor Martin Luther King, Junior was shot in Memphis Tennessee. Also obvious in the number in reverse it can be seen that it is for(the) April Fool's Day one since it is 4411. April Fool's Day is also written 4/1. 4/1 is the date my cousin Kenny and I went to Memphis and saw the Grateful Dead at the Memphis Pyramid in 1995 which is the year Jerry Garcia died. The Memphis Pyramid is a modern-day replica of sorts to the Great Pyramid a Giza. Built 4500 years ago, by King Kufa. I believe Jerry Garcia and George Bush were once King Kufa who built Giza which was the tallest building in the world for 3800 years. Kenny was with us in New York on April Fool's Day which is the day we went to the top of The World Trade Center.
“Chop it down, and you can’t stop me, Oh, chop it down and you can’t stop me.” - Robert Hunter
Those are the lyrics to the Grateful Dead song, Liberty.
I found Jack the Bean Stock was already saved to Gods-Revelation, I realized it was saved to the original web address I created after I learned that I could no longer access Beaty's Babbling Brain Blog because the passwords had been changed., The last edit to the blog titled Liberty Revelation (Introduction) was on 2/17/17. 2/17 is Billy Jo of Green Days birthday. The last time I edited Liberty Revelation – Chapter 1 which was on Beaty's Babbling Brain Blog - Part III was 3/3/17. I have referred to that date as “Green Guitar Girl” for reasons that will have to be explained in a future blog I have yet to post. I wrote the story just after it occurred and have “a video” I took that night. I will simply say that I was listening to Green Day's album, American Idiot, and The Civic Center was lit up green. A young lady would come out of the 7th and Market Street Subway Station carrying a green guitar. She was playing tropical sounding music. She then walked down 7th Street past The Federal Building (The Death Star, New World Order Headquarters) She turned on to Minna Street and ended up walking into the Minna Hotel. This hotel was already linked to a blog I published 4/7/14 titled, Found in the Fall. The new version I created was called Gods-Revelation 2015. There are 64 written to that location and only 5 are currently published. I don't believe any more will be published to Gods-Revelation2015.
I wrote 7/21 is Robin Williams birthday. I wrote a blog
titled Robin Williams on 10/11 in 2006. I think it is also important to
point out that Robin Williams lived in Sea Cliff at the time which is a
beautiful neighborhood located between Lands' End and The Presideo. I
used to sit on a bench outside of his home in which he donated to remember his
parents. I once saw him walking up his stairs while sitting on that bench
as I did often. We once saw him on his bike,
while pulling into the entrance to Robin Williams Sea Cliff Neighborhood.
Susan was driving. my Mustang when her mother was visiting,
she was riding in the passenger seat. When she saw him, she
waved. He waved back. I also saw
him at Justin Herman Plaza during a bike race. He was with Lance
Armstrong. Susan and I saw Craig Ferguson on 9/11/10 at Davies Music Hall. Robin Williams was there and at the end if show they performed the encore with Craig Ferguson. If I recall, they did a dance number to
Britney Spears, "Hit me Baby One More Time."
The first time I copied my Jack the Bean Stock file from my Work In Progress Folder f(WIP) or Beaty's Babbling Brain Blog, I put it on BlogSpot on Robin Williams Birthday: Below is what I wrote at the beginning in 2020.
(11:44AM on 7/21/20) I apparently wrote this on 9/28/06 because that is the date, I saved the file. I would write about Jack the bean stock in other blogs such as Wake Me Up When September Ends on the BlogSpot version. I then had the text for Jack The Bean Stock. I never finished or published it.
I noticed it was 12:04 and knew I was going to write to this blog that I never published back in 2006 as I had plan to finish it. I wrote about it in a few other blogs. It was 17 years ago today that Hurricane Katrina dissipated it on 8/31/06. By this time, the levees had already began failing and the aftermath really began. The aftermath continues until this day. When I got BlogSpot open, it was 12:06PM. I thought of waiting a minute for 12:07PM. but decided it should remain organic, so I typed in 12:06. 12/06 or 12/6 is also the anniversary of Altamont which occurred in 1969. Altamont was a festival that included The Grateful Dead, The Rolling Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Santana, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Jimi Hendrix, Janus Joplin and was kind of viewed as The Woodstock of The West by some. Four concert goers would die that day including, eighteen-year-old Meridith Brooks who was stabbed by a Hells Angel. It occurred during the Rolling Stones performance of Under My Thumb.
I have written a few times in the past about my own personal "Highway to Hell" that occurred in 2007. Susan and I were in
l would write more about Jack the bean stock in other blogs such as Wake Me Up When September Ends in the Myspace Version and on the BlogSpot version. I first wrote Wake Me Up When September Ends on 9/28. I was looking for Moses and would find Noah. I had first thought of one of my first roommates, John Moore who had a catamaran speed boat we would take up the Ohio River to listen to bands performing at Riverbend Music Center. I thought it's parting of the water before it represented Moses parting the Red Sea as I wrote about at the end of Wake Me Up When September Ends in the Blog Spot Version as you can red below. the Noah Hunt was found. As his voice ins my head just said, "It was music to my ears." Every time we'd get oh Interstate 71 from the Smith and Edwards Entrance Ramp, we'd have a little race. I had an '87 LX 5.0, 5 speed Ford Mustang I now see as the white horse of the apocalypse. That mustang was quick, and I would get him a little in the start, but that Porsche 928 which has a much faster tops speed would always pass me up. John is certainly tied to Moses, but it was Mike of Ultrasound which is the Grateful Dead sound company that tied Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead to have once been Moses.
Then they reviled him, and said, thou art his disciple; but we are Moses' disciple
- John 9:28
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September end
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September end
Like my fathers come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
When I first heard this song, I thought it might be about September 11th. For some, it was. When I saw Green Day perform it on Monday Night Football, I realized how appropriate the song was for the people of New Orleans. How appropriate it was for our country. How appropriate it was for the world. Apparently, Billy Joe from Green Day wrote that song about his dad who died when he was 10. It wasn’t for any of those things, was it.
I am finding that all answers to all questions do come in time. Time is irrelevant. It is so difficult to see why things happen when things happen. Especially things that hurt so much. It is okay to ask why. In fact we should. We should be patient when it comes to getting the answers. I have always struggled with this, as I have always sought instant gratification. However, I am finally starting to see that if we are patient, we will see why.
I had planned to blog about the drugs I did, how I did them, the story about Jack the Bean stock, and many other things that are relevant to this. Basically, to tell you how my answers are coming. I decided it is not really necessary in this blog. I spent most of yesterday writing, I deleted the whole thing this morning
My dad died in June. My mother died when I was twelve. I have spent many days of my life asking why. The answers are slowly coming. I suspect since Billy Joe’s dad died at such a young age, he also spent many of his days asking why. If Billy Joe’s answer to why had not already come, I suspect after Monday Night, it has.
(If you missed it, I have the video on MySpace)
He was nice enough, but something about him didn't make sense. He told me he was from New Orleans. But he said, "I just had to get out of New Orleans." He made a point of telling me this many times. To such a degree, I took notice of his reiterated comments. He'd look me in the eye and say, "I had to get out of New Orleans." It was strange to me.
He then asked me if I wanted to do some meth. I of course did. Most of my time at The Presidio was spent in this very private remote cove that was very hard to find. One could only reach it during very low tide or by a very hard climb down to it. It was surrounded by at least a hundred feet of cliffs on three sides and the waterway known as the Golden Gate on the other. It was very near the mouth to the Pacific Ocean and huge waves would break in that little cove. Jack the Bean Stalk who said he had never been there before walked us down this windy path right to it. It was very low tide. In tide cycles, I learned from being around them, that there are two high tides and two low tides. One is very high, and one is very low - the other two are in between. It was very low, so we ran around to the little cove as no wave was coming in. He smoked some meth with me. I really wanted to shoot some, but not with him of course and something just didn't feel right to me. I finally said I had to go.
When I got home, I told Susan about this strange old man who, "Just had to get out of New Orleans." She just thought I was crazy as usual. A week later I was at Ocean Beach. I felt a staph infection coming on. I was at a very dark secluded part of the beach by the sand dunes. Two strangers walked up and said, "Did you know the New Orleans is getting hit by a huge hurricane?" I had no idea. It was Hurricane Katrina. I didn't think much of it.
I was starting to be in a lot of pain. I knew I was getting a bad staph infection on my right front pelvic area. It got to where I could hardly walk. It was about size of a softball. I hobbled to Baker Beach, near my private cove. I built a fire, took out my knife, cut a 7-Up can in half and filled it with water. I boiled the water. I put a hot cloth on the infection and began cutting it open with my knife. It was so painful, but I had to open it up. I did have some success, but would ultimately have to call Susan to come get me and take me to urgent care. That is where that 2 inch scar is today where the doctors had to finish opening it up for me. It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. It just wouldn't get numb no matter how much they tried to numb it with a local anesthetic. Everywhere they stuck a needle in the tender infection it would shoot blood and puss. So Romantic.
I ended up being laid up on the couch for a long time. All that was on television was the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. I was so miserable and it was a miserable thing to watch. Then I remembered Jack the Bean Stock and how he said over and over, "I just had to get out of New Orleans." I called Susan and asked her, "Do you remember how I told you something wasn't right about this guy? Do you remember where I told you he kept telling me he he had to get out of?" She recalled, "New Orleans." That storm didn't even exist yet.
I, as usual, have so many things I could blog about. However, I think it is time talk about Jack the Bean Stalk. I was very moved while watching performances of Green Day, U2 and the New Orleans Saints on Monday night football. Man, that was powerful shit!
It turns out that song, Wake me up When September Ends was about Billy Joe's dad dying. It turns out the entire album American Idiot, could really be about my life. It's about this guy, The Jesus of Suburbia and his girlfriend leaving their hometown for a big city. He's an addict and meets a bunch of angels and demons. She finally leaves him to go home. They both live on. It's a lot more detailed than that, but that's the gist of it. It's even a play at The Orpheum Theater in San Francisco. Surfer
Billy Joe said that the song, Wake me up When September Ends was the song that if any didn't really fit into that album. It fit perfectly for me. Regardless of what it was for me, it was a lot for him. I suspect it was a lot for those at the Superdome and in New Orleans one year after Hurricane Katrina. And, The Saints went on to kick but that night and eventually win a Superbowl. There must be a God! Okay God, the Bengals turn!
Hopefully the lyrics are clear enough on this one and you get the message. Actually, they didn't change them that much really, they just kind of combined three songs. The lyrics were really appropriate for the situation despite the fact that they were written about something else years before, Space-Time. To me it resembles some other bible stories besides the one about Moses I mentioned in the beginning. It reminded me of Jesus on the boat in the storm. It also reminded me of Noah and the flood and the bird who goes and gets the leaf in her mouth. Right? I'm laughing at my bible story telling. Basically, Good will always come from bad. We must have faith.
Exodus 19:5-6
5 Now if you obey me fully and keep my covenant, then out of all nations you will be my treasured possession. Although the whole earth is mine, 6 you will be for me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation.’ These are the words you are to speak to the Israelites.”
Coming soon, 2Shakedown Street. They caused a Hurricane before we knew what was going on completely. Now we know and now we keep stopping planned earthquakes, but if this is not understood, they may get one by us.
On a final notable note, I find it coincidentally interesting that the last bible entry is from Exodus 19.5-6. 5-6 is 6-5 in reverse ad 6/5 is the day that Ronald Regan died in 2004, On 10/19 is my brother Bob's Birthday. In 2015 I shut the gates of Hell, walked the Stairway to Heaven and when I told Althea and Althea told me..., I would have My Arms Wide Opened to the Mount Davidson Cross. I would watch as "the sun sets over the Ocean once again, looks like I won't be going home again" as I would end up at General Hospital again because my leap of faith from the incoming Tsunami with a Great White Shark out there would break my leg. This is all documented. One year later, the Rocket Queen occurred from Fort Funston. Minna was woken u when September Ends on 10/1 as she woke up during the second Revolution Starts Now. It was quite a day that ended at General Hospital that I write most about in Understanding Althea - Estimated Prophet - Throwing Stones.
(2:06 PM on 9/2//22) Time equivalent to Ronald Reagen's Birthday The Surrender of Japan on the of the Missouri in Tokyo Bay. occurred 0n 9/2 and this is he 245th day of the year which spells it out to be to '45 since this took place n 194510 why was 77 years ago. 7/7. Libert began or Row 7 Seat 7.
(8:57AM on 9/13/22) When I was patient, I (Time) sauce on my cheeseburger edit
(11;23AM on 9/16/22) what happened to Thanksgiving thanks team Robinson on Molly's birthday with the new blogger app taking me out the door. I'm not sure if today is Stella blues birthday but I do know it's June 10th backwards so guess today is blue Stella's birthday since it' teenth June. I Wonder what the 31st amendment will be)
7: 35.PM on 9/17/22) I wanted to add something and finish editing this blog, but Kenny Wayne will not stop being so violently disgusting to me. I will explain probably in a Facebook broadcast just how nasty this nasty most detrimental human being. Many will agree. He does what the devil (Paul Trudeau and Satan (I Donald Trump want him to do and even things (Donald Satan want him to do it to me [they do not want him to do me, HE IS SO VIOLENT TO ME. I need help with this! Sometimes I fee; as though it's me against what I sacrificed my soul to go to a never-ending hell so good souls could go to heaven - Earths inhabitants!
