The Noah Hunt

(3:15PM on 6/30/26) I write about how dates and times end up meaning something so often, but I will not record them in my next blog that will be titled “Believe,” Since The Grateful Dead are such a big part of this blog and what has been written for over 20 years, I think it is worth noting that Phil Lesh's birthday is equivalent to the time since he was born on 3/15. I think it is also interesting to notice that the time is ½ of the date since 3 is ½ of 6 and 15 is ½ of 30. The Grateful Dead have had a lot to do with earthquakes and tsunami's not occuring in San Francisco and Seattle as you will read. My last blog was Lights – Shook Me All Night Long and it was about how the New World Order was planning on setting off a big earthquake. We seem to have stopped it just by noticing it in our writing and even in songs played at shows that were performed at The San Francisco Giant's Baseball Stadium. Just because we have managed to do this we were not able to stop what I believe is the reason why San Francisco has one of the highest occupancy rates for retail and office space in this city. It seems if someone heard this was going to happen, they did not want their business here. As I wrote years ago, San Francisco was building a lot of residential towers in the city and I believe they to have not filled up as expected. San Francisco's population has in fact decreased. I thought it was important to place this blog and the next one as soon as possible so people will have something to believe in. I wrote about my being in what felt like a huge earthquake by that ballpark in 2005. I would mention how maybe I met Noah in my blog Contrails in 2006, but would not realize the significance of what I wrote until 2015 as my blog began unlocking the Covenant. It's important I get this one up about The Noah Hunt as soon as possible for anyone to read and since I did meet Noah, it is important people Believe in God so that blog will follow this one.

(8:00AM on 8/23/25)  I was just working on 2 Shakedown Street by writing about what was actually going on in my life.  I wrote something that led me to believe it was a good time to transition the earthquake part of the blog I was writing into the how I did meet Noah part of this blog because I did. Last night, while being out in The City, I once again met a man named Noah.  I knew as I walked away from him that I had to begin writing this because this all has to get written. Because this all has to be read and this Propoganda Ministry has got to stop controlling what people read and let people read my blog. 

I also have to point out that I know another man who fits back into my December 7th 1941 blog because his name is Michael.  I believe his soul is likely tied to St. Michael as can be read in Revelation 12:7.  Multiple souls are tied to Bible Characters, and this became as apparent as a Stinking Rose to me when Susan's Uncle Mike got himself out the Masonry with help from his mother and is now in Universal Heaven.  I know he is Saint Michael, but this doesn't mean that ties to the bible are not coming from Honduras because they are.  There are likely Bible ties all around the world.

"And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels,"
-Revelation 12:7 (KJV)

(7:40AM on 8/23/25) I wrote a blog titled Wake Me Up When September Ends that is in many ways another Contrails kind of blog. That blog really focused on The New World Orders weather control when it basically pointed out how they caused Hurricane Katrina which devastated New Orleans in 2005. I didn't bother to get much into The Jack The Beanstalk story in Contrails, but it touched so much on how geological manipulation caused things like Land Slides and Earthquakes.  It ends with the video of Green Day and U2 at The New Orleans Superdome performing before a Monday Night Football Game that started off the season that year.  At the end of that blog, I would write: 

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 comes from bad.  We must have faith.

During their performance, Bono sings as he always had in the song Beautiful Day, "See the bird with the leaf in her mouth, after the flood all the colors came out...." This is once again another great example of how True Prophesy occurred through music and is truly biblical for this Book of Revelation.  

I have to also point out how City Church managed to be True Prophets thenselves with City Hope. I love their buildings paint job..  

As you cann see, it has the bird with the leaf in her mouth just like from the story of Noahs Ark. God made this so much more True Prophesy which is even coming from the street in which City Hope is located.  That branch that bird brought back was an Olive branch.  This building is on Olive Street.   

I believe my ex-wife Susan was on Noahs Ark. I also believe that Minna Choi was the Dove that came back with Leaf in her mouth.

(2:01PM on 5/26/26) I wrote some more to this blog a few months ago and I did so on a Word document that I may have backed up somewhere, but I am not sure where.  I have got to get my back ups more organized because they never stop manipulating everything I do.  I know that the Word document was on my other computer which was a lot nicer than this one.  It cost me $800.00.  I think this one was $159.00.  I think someone I was helping out stole my keys and I had to leave my door unlocked for a while because I could not afford the $85 it cost me to replace them.  We are not supposed to copy our keys and my main door key even reads, "Do not copy" on it.  I guess at least the mailbox key and the fab key for the front door do not say that, so I might as well copy those.  This could save me $60 minus the key cost at least. Anyway, when I write my blog I have always written what was currently going on in my life because this blog is, of course, about me, but like I have always said, it is about so much more.  That "so much more" has always been God.

That blog I started to write was not going to be in the format I have written this blog since it became Gods-Revelation.com after the passwords to Beatys Babbling Brain Blog were changed. When I wrote that blog, I sometimes wrote them and then posted them.  It's the actual dates that I did not pay attention to that would amazingly end up becoming True Prophesy. When I saved a file, it would have the time on the word file which also made some sort of sense.  Sometimes, I would write a blog on a date or dates and then publish it at a later date because I wrote to it in a notebook while in rehab a couple of times. I started putting the dates and times in my blogs.  Twice, I would republish blogs and would write a little more to them in the second edition.  I only did this to my blogs Contrails and God is The Truth.

6-18-26

Today, my building had a Juneteenth celebration.  The man in front of me apparently told the people serving us that he did not want as much chicken and then said he was waiting on the plate behind his so that I got the order with not a lot of chicken.  The lady serving it who works in the office went with it with him for some reason.  I like chicken.  I didn't know why my plate had less than everyone else's.  Apparently, I was standing to close to him in line.  All I remember is that I was standing as close to him as the guy behind me stood and as close to him as the guy in front of him stood to the guy he was standing behind. I thought I liked this guy.  I don't really know him. I wandered why he stood so far from the guy in front of him. Perhaps he has a personal space thing.  I'll try to remember this.  I wish he would have just asked me to step back and left my chicken alone! I can't believe he thought that out the way he did. (10:57PM on 7/27/26) I will call this man "Back Off My Back".  He likes to hang out with my friend, (Little Rascal, Puerto Rico) (back to 6/18/26) He occasionally comes to my door asking for a cigarette.  I almost always have one to give him.  If I have one or two left and it is late or I don't have any myself, I may not give him one.  I hope I can still say, "I gave him one." when I am able to do so. Everyone in this building it seems come to me for so many things. I'm a giver, but it gets old. 

The voice in my head of the lady that served me says I'm a drug dealer.  Well, she is right, but I never really try to be.  I buy the drug I use in large quantities because it is cheaper to do so. The drug I use has day-time rates.  There is this "gang" of people who sell it for a lot less if someone buys quantity throughout the night, so I always buy it from them. They are a good "gang" of people. I used to never use this drug.  People in my building know I always have it and will smoke it with them and sell it to them in small quantities at a good rate.  I'm not out to make money being a drug dealer, but I don't mind paying a little less for everything I use.  I have a unit that is a bit bigger than most units in this building, so people usually hang out in my room. 

God is really cool. Just start by believing.  Pray to God.  God always hears you.  You'll get there.  Believe!  Believe in David.  Believe in God.  Believe in Noah.  I believe I once met God.  Susan thought I was crazy.  I was beginning to wonder myself.  I will include an excerpt from my favorite blog out of the about 300 that I wrote since 2006. I know God wants people to believe in his only begotten son.  

This place knows I have a staulker that lives here.  I have even asked if Paul Trudeau lives here and they act as though no one by that name lives here.  I have no idea if he goes by another name, but it's ridiculous that no one looks into this.  This place is so hard on me for caring about people. I'm supposed to be in Fox Plaza the rest of my life, but Paul Trudeau and Donald Trump didn't want me to be so happy about having my dream come true which was high rise living. I guess my older brother supposedly had a part in my no longer being there, but I'm not sure if that is true or not.  So much of what I hear from voices do not match what my brother seems to be based on what I see of him on Facebook.  I have not talked to any of my family or old friends in ten years. I'm so tired of all of this nonsense that surrounds me.  No one would be alive today if it weren't for me and no one cares.  With that said, I need to get writing this blog so that people "Believe". The actual blog will possibly be divided up from this one, but perhaps it should start with this so people know how difficult it is for me to write this thing.

I can't believe how a person who was once Abraham Linvoln was treated at a Juneteenth celebration.  If I told anyone that is who I once was, they would laugh at me.  However, if people would just read my blog they will begin to see how I came to believe I was once the characters I believe I once was.  I never really thought about reincarnation, but it seemed to be too incredible to me.  I don't know why I thought that because God is so incredible.  I have said if I die and meet Abraham Lincoln it will be in heaven because God knows God  at least used these people I believe I once was to write this Book of Revelation.  I have said that perhaps I was an angel of these people.  The truth is, I do believe I was them and some people who have essentially stolen this Book of Revelation from me have even gone back and confirmed somehow that I was who I believe I once was.  Either way, I have lived and written The Book of Revelation no matter what.  I am a True Prophet no matter what!. Actually, if they would let me write it and then read it they would see that.  I have so much I have to write that so many will not let me write or let people read it and they plagiarize it.  It is so wrong to do this to anyone, but when God's Only Begotten Son shows up and is treated with absolutely no respect.  They steal so much from me and use my body by possessing me allowing them to go to this "Heavenly Excursion" which I believe is actually in the Masonry.  This means it's closer to hell.

So much of this blog I write is under constant manipulation from the devil himself. He uses my family and friends to delete what I write. He has told so many lies to everryone I know. All I ask everyone to do is read my blog, So many people use to read it before I started unlocking The Covenant and learning some of the people I believe I once was in past lifes. I want to post something I can say that to and specifically tell them a blog to go to that will give people reason to believe in me when I say something like, “I met God”. I want them to see that I am a True Prophet. I want them to see that Jerry Garcia is a True prophet and I believe he was once Samson and Jerimiah of the bible.  I now see him as a God of the Galaxy as he presides in heaven doing a lot more for everyone than one might expect, but he says he's having a good time.  He says it is beautiful and he says it is wonderful. .  It was Althea that woke him up which would begin unlocking The Covenant. I want evil to stay away from her.  When I shut the gates of hell on 10/19/15 I told evil "Don't touch Althea." I have since sent a letter to the Loveland, Ohio police department.

Everyone doubts someone like me for obvious reasons. Before I get writing this, I want to point out the fact that I sacrificed my soul to go to a never-ending hell for everyone by jumping off a 5-story building because I knew there would be a meteor shower to destroy life on earth. One-month after I jumped there was a Russian Meteor shower that was not the end of the world because the asteroid did not come down. At the beginning of 2015, I wrote the blog Althea which began unlocking the covenant so that we could go to heaven when we die. We will no longer reincarnate as we have been doing since it all began. This is The Book of Revelation. So many people have reason not to believe in me because I am a hardcore drug addict who has lost everything. I am divorced.  I am an 1.V. drug user.. I have been homeless and I attempted suicide. How could I possibly be God's Only Begotten Son? The best answer I have is 'This is the Book of Revelation.” It was and is Hell. I have been through more trauma and disgusting manipulation that is occurring to me right now by this absolutely disgusting thing on my body. I want to focus an write this because I have so much to write that will show everyone without any doubt that God proved God exists. That is what Revelation means. It is the divine exposure of Gods existence to Gods creation of humanity

I started shooting Crystal Meth in 2004. I had moved to San Francisco after getting the job I really wanted to get at the San Francisco Chronicle. I lost that job because I smoked crack all the time. After I began shooting up, I would find myself going out to Lands End or The Presidio and I began to witness “something” was going on and “someone” was up to something throughout the middle of the night. I spent so many nights out there by myself shooting crystal meth and witnessing so many things that I could not deny.

(2:58PM on 7/24/26) I can't believe I missed Susan's birthday yesterday. I realized after midnight that yesterday was 7/23. I haven't spoken to Susan in over 10 years. I haven't spoken to anyone in my family in over 10 years. That is if you don't count the voices in my head. I guess they all get together and go to this heavenly excursion place through Donald Trump and Paul Trudeau. Wherever they go and whatever they do, they do it through me and everything I did for the world. They all steal it from me by possessing my body and basically being parasites. It is so hard and disgusting for me to have to deal with after suffering for everyone and sacrificing my soul and all the while writing about it for over 20 years which would unlock the covenant. God proved God exists. All that I do know is that everyone who goes to this heavenly excursion place, does not go to heaven. I don't make it that way. God makes it that way. Or, I should probably say, they make it that way.

I thought I would receive support from my family and friends at such a hard and challenging time for me to be alive. I thought it was going to be the most amazing time ever and it should be. Not only do they all use me to go to this place, they also mess with every woman I meet and bring over to my apartment. It is so wrong. While she sleeps, I guess they take her up there and do all kinds of things with her. Apparently, they are all evil. When will I find a woman who is not? I tell them all the time that the devil lied to them and that God would accept them in heaven. The devil staulks me too. I believe he rents an apartment in my building. It seems every woman I have over goes up to his apartment and screws him. I hate to be so graphic but it's ridiculous. The really messed up part is that if anyone of them would have sex with me, everyone in the world who gets raped by these glycerine demons every night would stop getting raped by them. They possess my body in order to go out and do that anyway. It is so wrong to me and all the children they rape. It is especially wrong to the children.

I would love to know that someday the world is going to be allowed to read this and everyone will know how amazing this was supposed to be. Years ago, it could have been the world peace bell. People don't want me to be who I am. I'm so sorry that I am that person. Everyone will know this to be true. They will at least know this the day they die. That will be a little late for everyone, but the devil doesn't seem, to care. I can't believe all of this. It is so obvious to those who read this if they were allowed to read it, but The New World Order or The United States Propaganda Ministry or whatever “it” is won't let anyone see how amazingly true all of this is.

I am currently at HealthRight 360. I had a filling fall out. After being 5150'd back in 2015, I did something I never did. I began smoking methamphetamine. I smoked it the first time I did it, but I also shot it. After shooting it, I did no other drug or that drug any other way. I guess I had had about 8 cavaties my whole life which I thought was a lot. They put this glycerine substance in my body so they could stop me from shooting up. They also made me start using again. They wanted to control me. I was clean and doing so good before I was 5150'd as can obviously be read in my blog in 2015 from July 7th until December 7^th. I was doing so good as the covenant was unlocking.

(11:34PM on 7/27/26) My life has been upside down and backwards of the time I started writing this lately, but I since that is about to change.  This blog is going to make it change as it should.  This means God is going to make it change because you will see how God wrote this. The next blog will not have times and dates in it so it will be more readable, and you will Believe in what this blog is all about - God. Since it is important that this blog called The Noah Hunt helps everyone Believe, I will end this blog with a very important song. 

Take me down, down on you

Make me drown, drown all around you

Butterfly, fly to me

Spread your wings, wrap them around me

Follow me and I will lead you on

Trust in me and I won't do you wrong

Oh, when you've got no hope, you've given up, it's out of your hands

I wish that I could show you how to understand

That even when your eyes deceive

Oh yeah, all you've gotta do is believe

Running out, out of time

Out of sight, out of your mind

Find the light, the light in you

Let it shine, shine on through, through you

Open up your heart and let me in

I will stand beside you till the end

Oh, when you've got no hope, you've given up, it's out of your hands

I wish that I could show you how to understand

That even when your eyes deceive

Oh yeah, all you've gotta do is believe

Let me be the one, you can count on me

I will be the one if you just believe

Oh yeah

Ooh-hoo, yeah yeah

Oh, when you've got no hope, you've given up, it's out of your hands

I wish that I could show you how to understand

That even when your eyes deceive

Oh yeah, all you've gotta do is believe

(8:11AM on 7/28/26) Since I wrote about how times and dates were so important and I just noticed I published this blog on 7/28 at exactly 7:28AM as can be seen below. It was an accident, but I love when that happens because like Einsten said, Coincidence is God's way of staying Anonymous and I believe God would have the posting of his blog no other way.  I have been writing about there being a Hootenanny and Noah's voice in my head assured me everyone there will hear this song. It's so important everyone Believe. That is the name of that great song and the next blog - Believe!