-Psalm 54:4
I do not recognize or thank God and/or heavenly beings or people upon this earth
I receive so much support from people in heaven that died either before I began unlocking the Covenant or after. However they got there, they got themselves there. However, my unlocking the covenant and then people believing in me was necessary for heaven to begin for everyone. I just started writing to this because after one of my "girl"friends just left, a song came on youtube that means more to me than I can briefly explain. A few years ago, Temple of the Dog was playing at Bill Graham Auditorium which was next door to Fox Plaza where I was living at the time. That bands singers are Chris Cornell who gained fame with Soundgarden and Eddie Vedder who gained fame with Pearl Jam I could never decide which band out of Seattle was the best between those bands, so I choose Nirvana. Once again, I guess there are three, kind of four because I also cannot forget Alice in Chains/ I'm kind of joking with members of those amazing bands because all kind of four bands are awesome and I couldn't say who is "the best" because they are all great in their own ways.
I will write a lot more about this, but for now I will encourage everyone to go listen to the song. It is The Promise by Chris Cornell. Let me simply say for now that it is the reason I sat down to write to this one because I must keep that Promise to God, to all the heavenly beings and everyone upon this earth and below it. So many rock stars, former Presidents, actors and just everyday you and I's are up there and upon this earth that do in fact support what I am writing. With that said, I'll write more in the future, but I wanted this blog to start off positive, and I must keep that "One Promise that always remains."
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I love that video. I love that song. I think for a good reason, this blog is when everyone will begin to believe. When I say everyone, I mean everyone on the earth. Wow. That's so huge. It's bigger than me, but it's not bigger than God. I will write more about this in a blog I will likely call The Promise someday, but for now, I think it is so important I get to keeping a promise. I'm not sure how much he was thinking of me, but he didn't even have to have me in mind for me to have heard that song and been able to take it to a personal level like I do so many just like you will read in Wharfrat. So many songs translated so personally for or to this Book of Revelation I am living with everyone. When I hear from a rock star that he thought of what he got from communicating with me while playing next door to where I was living. That is huge to me. I have also been told this from Miley Cyrus and
And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.
-Revelation 22:19 (KJV)
With what I wrote above must be said, so to must what will be read below. I wrote something yesterday and it was once again deleted. I'm told by my youngest brother Alex (Cincinnati)'s voice in my head that he is the one who deleted it. As you will read, hackers deleting parts of my blog has been a big problem for me. They have been directed to do so by the devil himself, Paul Trudeau. They also recieve direction from Satan who is the President Of The United States of America, Donald Trump. I have no idea if the voices in my head are who they claim and even sound to be, but I know it is someone. I'd like to believe some of them are not my family and friends, but one way or another, I believe the devil and satan made sure it was in fact them. Whoever they are, I would not continue to mess with me. Because when they mess with me, they are messing with God. I would not mess with God. I am amazed at the amount of disrespect this blog receives from them. It is not just this blog they disrespect. It is also me. They are so violent to me and disrespect me and every woman that I have over to my apartment. They take them to this place through me and.... It is so wrong. I can't believe I have to write this. I can't believe I have to deal with this. The steps I have to take to see that nothing is lost is time and space consuming. When I say space, I mean computer hard drive space. I guess it also means the space I write the determines the length of a blog and what is seen... (3:35PM on 6/26/26) SEE how this matters? In this particular case it happens to be upside down and backwards. Most cases are more obviously clear than this case, but sometimes.... Perhaps I should put this in the blog that I note the time and date before I write which I believe I will call The Noah Hunt. Actually, I'll put it in Believe. It is important that Believe is written more like a story, however, I thought it was important to explain this part...(5:34PM on 6/29/26) I guess what I am trying to explain here is how after time, details like dates and times started to become something that helped set up True Prophesy. Above is the last time I will include the date and time as you will SEE, however, I cannot deny I would also begin to see what I quoted Albert Einstein for saying at least seven times throughout my blog which is "Coincidence is Gods way of staying anonymous." In this instance, I am referring to coincidental numbers and how one can SEE the time it happened to be as I began to see numbers match each other.
Althea woke up Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead, and bandmate Bob Weir showed up as voices in my head about a month after I published that blog on 1/1/15. After that I started believing I was as I suspected since before I started writing my blog, which is "some kind of prophet". I was to write Understanding Althea and I remember I was looking for Moses which is when The Noah Hunt ended as it began in my blog. It was pretty amazing how events occurred in a particular order that I did not pick up on until I went back and read one of my blogs that I titled Contrails said, "Maybe I didn't meet God, Maybe I met Noah." After reading that back in 2015, it was one of those moments in which I was amazed and while by myself said out loud, "I did meet Noah!"
Kind of like in my blog I wrote titled King David of the Bible. I had just undoubtedly confirmed that Althea was in fact a miracle and decided I should go back and read my blogs. One can imagine how the first blog title I saw that I just had to read was titled King David of the Bible. At the very end when it reads. "I hope I see Rose again". Just\like "I did meet Noah" I was amazed while being by myself, and I said out loud, "I did see Rose again. Sister Rose." Rose was written on D-Day and The Cincinnati Kid would show up 5 D-Days before once again allowing me to see that I am in fact "some kind of prophet!" This blog I will call Believe will not include the times and dates. Other blogs usually will for a bit just so readers will begin to see what I mean. Sometimes, I had to write them in notebooks so I would write in the dates. I began writing dates I wrote blogs in notebooks when I was in inpatient rehabs and had to write them in notebooks so I would write the date at the beginning of each blog I wrote or the section I would happen to write that day. I would then transcribe them and would include the date when doing so. The date in which I published the blog was automatically recorded at the beginning of each blog by Blogger. The exact time I publish them appears at the bottom of each blog. When I began unlocking the covenant, I began to notice dates and times I took photos or dates I saved original blogs on myspace as word documents. So often, the numbers would help connect things I could have never foreseen while doing so. Only God could have possibly allowed for these things to occur, and I began to see not only words that were written as True Prophesy but also dates and times things would occur. Numbers to them as everyone will see when they read my blog how things such as building heights or telephone area codes also began to have undeniable coincidences to them. It is amazing. Everyone will see what I mean when I say, "God wrote this." Only God could have possibly put something like this together. It is The Book of Revelation.
You heard how I came up with the name of this blog at the end of the last blog I wrote called The Noah Hunt. Let me just say, it is how I come up with the name of most of the blogs I write. Not all of them but as can be seen throughout my blog, the name of the blog is usually the same as the song I used for that blog, usually at the end. Sometimes, the songs would say things I could have never foreseen, but somehow, they just happened to come on the radio as I was writing it. Many times, the song somehow said something to what I was writing one way or another and I knew I would name the blog the same title as the song I planned on using. This time is a bit different than usual. For one, the name of this blog is the same as the name of the song used at the end of my last blog, The Noah Hunt. I can say I did begin "hunting" for a few bible characters when I was unlocking the covenant. I don't usually name blogs after people. In the classic version I named one Robin Williams after the famous actor/comedian while he was alive. I also named one Granny Beaty after my grandmother whose name is Kathleen Beaty died. In the blogspot version of BeatysBabblingBrainBlog,blogger.com, I named one Rose after Sister Rose. Since it became Gods-Revelation.com, I named one Jack the Beanstalk who I write about later in this blog. When I called this blog The Noah Hunt I did so because it is a good time in this blog to explain how I found Noah and appropriately enough, the lead singer for Kenny Wayne Sheppard name is Noah Hunt. So, he is The Noah Hunt and it is also kind of the Hunt for Noah or The Noah Hunt. The name of a song they wrote by the name of Believe is what I am calling this blog. I really do believe that these two blogs will begin helping people truly begin to Believe. I personally don't see how they can't, but I guess I lived it. We will see. It is so important that the world Believe in God. I have a lot more to write that will help everyone believe, but now is the time. Judgement Day is here! It is important people believe in The Noah Hunt and The Kenny Wayne Sheppard!
As far as my search or "hunt" for Moses, he would end up being one of the first Rock Stars to show up and help me understand Althea. I would come to believe that The Grateful Dead's Bob Weir was once famous bridge engineers John Roebling and Joseph Straus in previous lives. Later in this blog there will be an excerpt from Contrails. They were the people who would make it possible to build the bridge that couldn't be built - The Golden Gate Bridge. This helped me come to believe that Bob Weir was The Man of Moses. In multiple life's, The man of Moses parted the Golden Gate. When it gets to the part in which a mysterious black man points out with his finger running along a contrail overhead and saying, "see?" I think it is important to point out that the contrail crossed over The San Francisco - Oakland Bay Bridge. That section of that bridge consists of two Roebling style suspension bridges. I believe that I seem to have found the left-handed monkey wrench. I'll explain that more in a blog I intend to write I will call The Greatest Story Ever Told.
If you have read my recent blogs, you have seen how I write the time and date for reasons that become obvious, however, as I wrote above, I am not doing that with this blog. I will explain the dates in which I wrote and published wben I insert excerpts from blogs with relevant content in the past because it matters. I will also try to explain the dates things occurred because that to matters. If you wander why I care about what I have written it is because it will make you believe. I need everyone to believe in me. I don't see how a person can not believe in me when they see the True Prophesy that occurred throughout my blog. And, everyone on this earth is alive and God knows I sacrificed my soul to go to a Never-Ending Hell. The asteroid did not come down! I began seeing myself as a True Prophet in 2015. You will see how I suspected not only that I was "Some Kind of Prophet" in what I wrote in 2006, but that we all may be capable of being Some Kind of Prophet. I now know that I am "Some Kind of Prophet"! You will read this to be true. It is so important to believe in me. I am God's Only Begotten Son. You will also read how much this bible verse shows up in my life and it also shows up in a modern-day Psalm. Modern Day Psalms are songs. Usually, Rock and Roll songs. Rock Stars wrote quite a bit to this blog since they are the ones who wrote the music that amazingly becomes the word of God. I believe characters from the bible reincarnated to be rock stars today. You will see that many "rock stars" are True Prophets today. In 2015, while unlocking the covenant, I came to believe I was once David of the Bible. David wrote about 1/2 of Psalms. Over the years I quoted Psalms more than any other bible verse throughout my blog. Psalms are music and poetry. Most of my blogs have at least one song that goes to it that over the years coincidentally fit into what I was writing to help put together this Book of Revelation. That will be obvious to anyone who takes some time to read my blog. You will see how everything a song says helps point me to fit in so many ways throughout my life into this well-known Bible verse:
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his Only Begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not parish, but have everlasting life"
=John 3:16 (KJV)
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I finally had to leave. He was nice, but something didn't seem right to me. He kept saying how he had to get out of New Orleans. I had been spending a lot of time out at Lands End and The Presidio and would watch these boats come out late at night and line up in formation. They were up to something. After being in a landslide one night, I determined they were creating things like landslides and earthquakes.
Months later I was doing a lot of walking around South Beach. South Beach is an old industrial neighborhood in San Francisco. It is the neighborhood where The San Francisco Giants baseball stadium (whatever there calling it these days) is located. It is an up and coming neighborhood. Currently, the neighborhood is a contrast of many old industrial buildings, docks that are falling apart and new high-rise condos under construction.
As my world began to shrink, I found myself walking to this part of town instead of all the way out to Lands End, Ocean Beach or the Presideo. Instead of trees, caves and beaches, I found myself hanging out under highway overpasses, in railroad tunnels and under docks. Things were definitely less pleasant and pretty scary sometimes. I also know what Robert Hunter (a song writer for the Grateful Dead) meant by Wharf Rat. Wharf rats are everywhere under the docks. Some of them are “rats the size of cats.”
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| There was some cool artwork under this particular dock. Still wasn't the greatest home a person could have. |
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| I use to climb up and over those metal bars and stay in that "cage" . I took this from a moving Cal Train I was on about a month ago on my way to Santa Cruz. It's just before the train goes into the main tunnel. |
Old man down
Old man downway down
down, down by the docks of the city,
Blind and dirty
asked me for a dime--
dime for a cup of coffee
I got time to hear his story:
My name is August West
and I love my Pearly Baker best
more than my wine
... more than My wine
more than my maker
though he's no friend of mine
Everyone said
I'd come to no good
I knew I would
Pearly believed them
Half of my life
I spent doin' time for
some other fucker's crime
Other half found me stumbling around
drunk on burgundy wine
But I'll get back
on my feet someday
The good Lord willing
if He says I may
'cause I know the life I'm
livin's no good
I'll get a new start
live the life I should
I'll get up and fly away
I'll get up and
fly away...
... fly away
Pearly's been true
true to me, true to my dying day he said
I said to him:
I'm sure she's been
I said to him:
I'm sure she's been true to you
I got up and wandered
Wandered downtown
nowhere to go
just to hang around
I got a girl
named Bonny Lee
I know that girl's been true to me
I know she's been
I'm sure she's been
true to me
That song Wharfrat would become something even more important when I write about it in my next blog that is titled 2Shakedown Street that members of the Grateful Dead played on their first night at Oracle Park which is the Giants Baseball Stadium that I have said I was in a huge earthquake while walking beside it in 2005. We'll get there, but I need to get this one finished.
Old man down
way down
down, down by the docks of the city,
Blind and dirty
asked me for a dime--
dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but
I got time to hear his story:
My name is August West
and I love my Pearly Baker best
more than my wine
... more than My wine
more than my maker
though he's no friend of mine
Everyone said
I'd come to no good
I knew I would
Pearly believed them
Half of my life
I spent doin' time for
some other fucker's crime
Other half found me stumbling around
drunk on burgundy wine
But I'll get back
on my feet someday
The good Lord willing
if He says I may
'cause I know the life I'm
livin's no good
I'll get a new start
live the life I should
I'll get up and fly away
I'll get up and
fly away...
... fly away
Pearly's been true
true to me, true to my dying day he said
I said to him:
I'm sure she's been
I said to him:
I'm sure she's been true to you
I got up and wandered
Wandered downtown
nowhere to go
just to hang around
I got a girl
named Bonny Lee
I know that girl's been true to me
I know she's been
I'm sure she's been
true to me
Contrails remains my favorite blog and it has brought so much to the light. Its no wonder because it's the only blog I wrote about my meeting God in. It is also the one I explain about my being in what felt like a huge earthquake in 2005. It's one of only two blogs I would ever republish. Coincidently enough, the other blog I republished is called God is
The first time I published it was
One night, I was walking around the docks. It was windy. The water was choppy. The ground seemed to be moving beneath my feet. I kept thinking we were having an earthquake. It occurred to me that at times I was walking on a surface that was elevated over the water. As I said, it was windy and the water was choppy, but I have felt windier and seen choppier and never felt the ground move like it seemed to be that night. I recall walking down the walkway between McCovey Cove and the Giants Stadium and noticed the ground moving. It did not seem like it should be moving that much if it was supporting a major league baseball stadium! I even felt the ground rolling back and forth when I was clearly not on a dock, but certainly on land. I was very confused.
Most people would probably get the hell out of there. I decided to find the biggest longest pier jutting out into the bay that I could. I had spent many nights on this particular pier – Pier 30. Pier 30 is huge and is a couple of piers a way from the Bay Bridge.
I was walking into pitch darkness. It was windy, but the sky was extremely clear. I remember looking up at the stars over the Bay Bridge. It was beautiful. When I looked ahead, seemingly out of nowhere stood a huge black man right in front of me. It startled me. He said something like, “you cannot be here.”
I had my hands in my pocket and when I pulled them out, some change fell to the ground. It was probably less than a dollar. Since it was the only money I had I instantly kneeled to the ground and began picking up the change. The mysterious black man said, “I am not interested in your money.”
After I collected all of my change, I stood. He repeated, “It is not safe for you to be here tonight”. I told him I wasn’t worried since I had spent a lot of time on that pier. He pointed toward the dock entrance and continued, “Tonight it is not safe. You must go.” This time, I listened. I began walking toward solid ground and off of Pier 30. I turned around and he was following me. I kept walking and after a while I turned around again. He said, “It is not I you should fear.” Then he pointed up to the sky. His hand waved from one side to the other, perfectly pointing along the lines of a contrail directly overhead. He said, “See?” I simply nodded, indicating that I did see. I turned around and walked off of Pier 30. In fact I kept walking - all the way home.
About three days later I found myself out by the piers again. I noticed something incredible. Some of the areas in which I had been walking three nights before seemed to have collapsed into the bay.
There were even some brand new fences erected that were not up three nights before with signs warning people to stay out. It gave me chills.
Now I was even more confused. Who was this person who seemingly warned me to get off the docks? Was he with the New World Order? Was it God? Again, I told my wife. I told her that I thought I might have met God. Again, she thought I was crazy. I was starting to wonder myself.
A couple of months later, I was somehow enjoying some sober time again. My wife and I took a nice long walk. We strolled down the walkway between The Giants Stadium and McCovey Cove. It turns out the Giants were playing. I decided to take some photos of the kayakers waiting for a rare “Splash Hit”. “Splash Hits” are when home runs are hit into the McCovey Cove. Around the time we were walking, there had been approximately 39 total in the history of the ballpark. As I took one of the photos, with my old camera (which took at least a full second from the time you pushed the button until it actually took the photo) something pretty awesome happened – A splash hit! I did not even realize I had captured it until I got home and saw it on my computer screen.
We walked on. We ended up walking out onto pier 30 - the pier in which I had received that ominous warning just a couple of months before. We noticed something pretty strange at the end of the pier. In red spray paint, someone had written BAVE on some posts. One of our good friends gave me this nickname. My name is Dave Beaty. When I used to get wasted, she would call me Bave Deaty to refer to the character that would sometime emerge. It stuck. Many of my friends referred to me as Bave when I got fucked up. Bave used to show up a lot!
I noticed something else. At the end of Pier 30 a National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration (a division of the United States Department of Commerce) ship was docked. This government agency is commonly referred to as NOAA (pronounced Noah). I jokingly said to my wife, “See, they must be part of the of the New World Order!” They must be creating the weather, not monitoring it! But why would God be in cahoots with the New World Order? I then joked, “Maybe I didn’t meet God that night. Maybe I met Noah!”
I was beginning to realize that maybe it was not the New World Order that seemed to be at my every turn. Maybe it was something even bigger. What the fuck was it? Whatever it was, it really had me thinking. In a previous blog, I said if we pay attention, the world is constantly communicating with us. I believe this is just what I had been experiencing in one way or another. However, I now think we can communicate with more than our world. It seems we can communicate with our universe!
I believe I looked into the eyes of the Lord when I met that mysterious Black Man. I had also looked into the eyes of a man named Noah many years ago. I'll get to that.
"Coincidence is God's way of staying anonymous." - Albert Einstein
5/11 the exact same numbers as 511 and I believe it's similarities are evident. God would make sure that "Heaven let (it's) light shine down. 511 is obviously 115 backwards. 1/15 is January 15th which is Martin is Luther King Junior"s Birthday. He was born in 1929.
On 11/22/15, I was 5150'd so I would start using meth again. I have referred to 11/22 as "a shot heard around the world day" because that is the day John F. Kennedy was shot in Dallas, Texas in 1963. I was released from a 5150 hold on my birthday which became another kind of "shot" that was heard around the world, but very few "heard" this. It was a silent shot, but it was so much louder than the world even knows yet. December 7th was supposed to be the world peace Bell. The Book of Revelation ends with Gold, Pearl and a Bride. I explained more in my blog December 7th, 1941. I only used to shoot meth which is the first thing I did when I got home. I actually tried to go to the ATM but lost my wallet and my phone. I then happen to run into my dealer, The Wise Man on the street. He knew I was good for it, so he fronted some to me. He would go into the hospital the next day for a month and every time I tried to go pay him, I ran into someone else with meth. I've also heard my former neighbor, The Dog Father had his leg removed the next day. All of this once again made December 7th, "A date which will live in infamy".
Addiction was Goliath and I had started to see signs that I was once David of The Bible. Apparently, this New World Order wants David to use drugs. They have made me do so my whole life. Apparently, some have known I was David of the Bible. Some in my family suspected it when I was young, we lived next door to The Morrow Church of Christ that was built at the same time our bi-level was built. In Sunday School, David was my favorite Bible Character. We did not live there long. It was way out in the country about 40 miles from downtown Cincinnati. My dad purchased a 5 acre lot to build our bi-level brick home. Someone or something did not want us there. I remember rocks coming through windows and this black van that continued to come around. We even had a U.F.O. hover over our property one night until my dad contacted the Airforce. Our dog was poisoned. My dad and his friend would hide out in the back field and when that van pulled up, they would chase it down the driveway shooting guns into the air. When we were not home, our home would get broken into. After one such break in, my dad's guns would be stolen. They would be found in the church next door. We finally moved to where we would stay which was Loveland, Ohio. It was only 20 miles from downtown Cincinnati. It's been said that David is a man after God's own heart. I have written in recent blogs how Loveland is the sweetheart of Ohio and that Ohio is the Heart of it all. However, I left my heart in San Francisco. I wrote my blog and began quoting the Bible, I quoted Psalms more than any other bible verse before I had any idea David wrote Psalms. Even as I began unlocking the Covenant I knew David was important but still did not think I was King David.
On Juneteenth in 2015, I'd write Warriors which begins with Psalms and towards the end reads:
David, King of the Bible? Hardly. I'm simply David the addict. David the artist. David the writer. The connections from my writings are so undeniable, that they can't be denied. Especially by me. In the past few days I have gone back and found three or four blogs that made some incredibly undeniable connections. Some were written so long ago, that I didn't remember writing what I wrote.
I guess they thought David would be an easy defeat in a life full of debauchery. If people don't believe in me, they will wish they had. No one has ever given so much to so many. Again, I gave my soul to go to a Never-Ending Hell, and the asteroid did not come down and then what I wrote unlocked the covenant so we can go to heaven forever. People should at least be grateful to be alive today and through me God proved God exists and now when we die, we no longer reincarnate. Judgement day has arrived. It is now Heaven or Hell. I survived my suicide attempt making it Heaven Nor Hell for me.
Like I said, I had no idea how the song Althea had anything to do with Susan's daughter. Back in 2014, Susan and I would talk on the phone about once a week. I had been writing my blogs which always had a song to them. I would listen to songs an hear something that helped explain our day and would text the lyrics to her phone. At some point, I began reading lyrics to Althea and used to think, "what does this song have anything to do with Susan's daughter." I was not to write about Susan's daughter. After I wrote Lola Montez. Susan text me saying that perhaps I was sharing TMI (too much information). I had written about how I had sex with a beautiful woman. She said her name was Mary and her dad would kill her if he knew how she behaved. Her dad ended up being Rod (Rudy) from my blog Throwing Stones because while I was in CityTeam we got into it a couple of times and after the first time I wrote how "Rudy's looking for a fight". I'll explain in more detail how Mary ended up being who I began to suspect she might have been, Mary Magdalen. I wrote Althea after Lola Montez and had Susan read it before I published it and she approved of what I wrote. I believe if someone did not know Susan, they probably would not even know it was about her daughter. I knew she was a miracle and knew it was important that I write what I wrote below about that song being on the Grateful Dead album, Go to Heaven.
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 everyone 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 life's. 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 also believe he was once King Kufa who built The Great Pyramid of Giza. It was built 4500 years ago and was the tallest structure in the world for 3800 years. I can't understand how sometimes I think of things or say things just before they happen. It's not just me involved in what I see as True Prophesy. Back in 2015 just as I began unlocking the covenant I was walking down I believe it was Sacramento Street and I was telling my friend, Gina I was walking with about it. I told her how I believe I was once David and even Jesus of the Bible. As we got to what was the tallest structure in San Francisco at the time which was the Trans American Pyramid, I said how Jerry Garcia was once King Kufa who built The Pyramid of Giza. I went on to say, "Jerry Garcia was also...". And she asked, “Where are we?” I looked up at the street sign and said “Samsome!” I was about to say, "Jerry Garcia was once Samson of the Bible." I was so glad we were at that street and we had just passed the tallest building which happened to be a pyramid in San Francisco and that she asked me that question. I thought that now someone was actually with me when a message was written on something that answered a specific question at the time I was thinking about it somehow. In this case, it was the answer to the question she just asked about where we were which happened to be a street in which the name was very similar to the bible character, I was about to say he once was. I hoped she was able to believe in what I was saying with the help of where we just happened to be to help write it out, because I knew it was true. We walked over to Mission Street where she had to meet her new boyfriend who was building the Trans Bay Terminal Tower which is now the tallest structure in San Francisco. I didn't know she had a new boyfriend when we met, so my learning that had me looking to find Lola Montez whose name was really Mary who ended up being Mary Magdalen. My friend Gina seems to have connections that take her all the way back to King David, because I know she went to Giza with me after I killed Goliath. I also believe she ended up being tied to Rose on the Titanic, Elizabeth Crockett and Ellanor Roosevelt. Gina may have been any or all of them in past lives, I believe Gina's Grandma Rose was Rosy the Riveter. Mary Magdalene, I believe is tied to Batsheba, The Woman of Jesus, Mary Magdalene, Mary Ann Crockett, Batsheba Lincoln, Mary Anne Todd Lincoln and Lucy Mercer.
I once wrote how Althea would make a great blog someday, While at CityTeam, a guardian was what I was trying to be even before I sacraficed my soul to go to a never-ending hell for everyone on earth. The asteroid did not come down. In Guardian which I published on 7/20/12, I would write:
Susan told me wat she's going to name her daughter. I loved it. Let's put it this way - It would make a great blog some day. Might Susan have chosen a song title to name her child? Susan never wanted to be a mother, but will be a great one.
I would eventually find out that I didn't even know how that song had anything to do with Althea. I somehow knew that song I was using for that blog meant something important. I had prayed for Gods Will throughout the nightmare I was living while homeless and while in CityTeam and knew that Althea was a miracle. At the end of Althea which I published on1/1/15, I would write:
In the spirit of anonymity, I will name this blog another one of my favorite Grateful Dead songs. I will name it Althea. Coincidentally enough, this song is on a Grateful Dead album called, Go to Heaven. Even if I wasn't trying to be anonymous, I couldn't put into words how much this song and this blog means.
A little over two weeks later which was the day Susan left San Francisco, I knew something was going to come my way to test me. In some ways I failed, but in many I passed. Ultimately, it was my writing about my failing in my blog, Please Forgive Me, that I would ultimately write what this blog was always supposed to contain which is The Truth. On 8/7/12 I would write and publish that blog. Below is an excerpt:
It also showed me I was loved enough to have faith to walk through all of what I feared walking through so I might actually continue something I started years ago because I always wanted it to help people - this blog. What I would have to walk through ended up being harder than I even imagined because of the residual effects of my addiction. I feared last Saturday before I knew when last Saturday would take place and I had no I idea just how much it would entail. It’s over. I’ll make it. I’m stronger. I didn’t use. I won’t do that again. I will hold myself accountable to that. I need to remember what I am striving to be - A Guardian
I now know I will call this blog Believe because that is the name of the song I used at the end of the last blog I published which was called, The Noah Hunt. I like that song being just before this blog about my meeting God. I'd like to briefly write about how my using on the day Althea was born is what brought on the apocalypse. God had had enough. My using on December 17th, 2012, meant that there would be a meteor shower to destroy life on earth. I'll write more in future blogs but knew I had to get out of the way before all life on earth came to an end. It seems so many doubt someone like me. Someone who writes or somehow communicates the end of the world kind of person, I guess. I have heard that some prophets are hated. No one seems to like doomsday prophets but that is not what I am. It is an amazing day to be alive because I stopped Revelation from being a doomsday! We will live forever in heaven if we just believe in our amazing creator because God is really cool. God is amazing. I don't call God a rock star for nothing. No one has to be a holy roller but feel free! 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 for so long. This is The Book of Revelation. So many people have reason not to believe in me because I am a hardcore intravenous drug addict who has lost everything. I am divorced. I have been homeless and I attempted suicide. I have recently heard accusations from voices in my head that I am a rapists. That is the most rediculous thing I've ever heard. I believe I was molested as a 3 year old child. Receently, I was even posing as a woman so women are not raped. There is so much more that I need to write about and will do so in the near future. God knows I AM NO RAPIST! 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 than someone could even imagine. This is even occurring to me right now by this absolutely disgusting thing on my body. I want to focus and write this because I have so much to write that will explain to 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. God is therefore we are.
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 Presideo 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.
At the end of August in 2005, I would meet this 80-year-old African American man. He was hanging out in The Presidio. He told me he had just spent 50 years in Prison. He told me he was from New Orleans. He also told me how he “Just had to get out of Nawlens.” He asked if I wanted to smoke some Crystal Meth. I did, so he walked us to this private little beach cove that I had recently discovered but it was a treacherous climb to reach it. At very rare times of the month at extra low tide, it is reachable because the tide is so low because the moon is at just the right place. I think it's during New Moons. He introduced himself as Jack The Beanstalk. On the way there, he began telling me how “He had to get out of Nawlens.” This place was not easy to find, but he walked us right to it. We smoked some meth. He repeated to me over and over how he “Just had to get outta Nawlens”. He said it to such a degree that I noticed it. Seeing as though he may to have been an addict like me, I now suspect that he may have been doing a geographical. We talked about the water. He had some water and asked me if I needed any. Or since he was from “Nawlens::He asked, "if I needed any Wahder”. He also kept looking out at the waterThe Golden Gate and commenting how "that whader sure is Purdy” We smoked some meth. He reiterated to me over and over and he'd look me in the eye and say, “I just had to get out of Nawlens.”
I would go home and tell my wife about my conversation with Jack The Beanstalk. Something wasn't right He was a kind old man, but the way he lookd me in the eye and emphasized how he just had to get out of New Orleans. He seemed to know something, about a storm that did not even exists yet.
About a week later, I was out at Ocean Beach using again. I was sitting in front of the sand dunes. I noticed that the water was so calm. There was almost no waves. Unbelievably, the Pacific Ocean looked like a big lake. I had no idea why. I had never seen it this way. I noticed I was getting a very serious and large infection on my hip. I knew it was MRSA. I knew it was big. At some point, these two men walked up to me and said that New Orleans was being pounded by a big hurricane. I started to walk back towards the city. I made as far as Baker Beach. The infection was growing very large and painful. I found a 7-up can. I used to carry a knife. I cut the can in half; I built a fire and boiled some water. I heated up the knife nd tried to cut open the infection. It was so painful and had only reached the sponge stage. I called Susan the ncxt morning. She had given up coming out to get me when I called her, but I begged her because this was bad. She of course understood and picked me up. Eventually she would talk me into going to Urgent Care. It was so painful. Every time they tried to numb it or cut it open, blood and puss shot from it and I screamed so loud. I would have to go back every day to get an antibiotic shot in my rear end. It was painful.
I was laid up on the couch for a couple of weeks getting rid of that huge infection. I still have a 2-inch scar on the front part of my hip from where they cut it open. I laid on couch and watched all the Media coverage of Hurricane Katrina. On the first day after having it lacerated while watching coverage I remembered Jack the Beanstalks conversation with me. I called Susan at work and told her how I was watching the coverage of and how bad this Hurricne Katrina was and said, "Do you remember where Jack the Beanstalk had to get out of? She recalled, "New Orleans." I said, "That storm didn't even exist yet."
People will read in the future how I am The American Idiot because Green Days American Idiot album tells so much of Susan and my story. In 2006, Monday Night Football began in New Orleans. Before the game Green Day performed with members of U2 "Wake Me Up When September Ends - The Saints Are Coming - Beautiful Day". I wrote a couple of blogs with the title Wake Me Up When September Ends which were both about Hurricane Katrina. One was in the classic version on Myspace in 2006 and also wrote a blog titled Beautiful Day when I was in Laguna Honda Hospital, I wrote a blog titled Jack the Beanstalk about Hurricane Katrina a couple of blogs ago leading up to the earthquakes The New World Order had planned. It's taken me so long to write it because they won't stop deleting what I write. I even postponed publishing 2 Shakedown Street because I knew I had to get The Noah Hunt published so people could Believe in God and I because I believe it's one that shows how True Prophesy occurs. Readers will see what I am talking about when I show how events occurred before and after I wrote things.
I just essentially retold in a much shorter version the Jack The Beanstalk story. I started to write it so many times over the years. I told much of it in my blog I wrote in 2012 called Wake Me Up When September Ends. I also have versions on word documents from 2006 and 2007 that I never published until I wrote Jack The Beanstalk a couple of years ago as can be read in it's entirety.
I know the New World Order caused Hurricane Katrina. I know we stopped a Tsunami from devastating Seattle in 2015 and an earthquake from devastating San Francisco in 2016. Who knows how many more times we have saved San Francisco from this happening, but I am told that they have decided not to set one off based on what they have heard I have been writing in these blogs for the past few years. This blog is basically being written so everyone will see how I believe I once met God. Coincidentally enough I was in what felt to be a huge earthquake one night by The San Francisco Giants Baseball Stadium. As you will read in what I wrote back in 2006 in my blog Contrails, when I walked along side McCovey Cove it did not seem as though it should be supporting a major League Baseball Stadium with the ground rolling back and forth as much as it seemed to be that night. Ten years later, San Andreas 9.6 would come out in theaters and Hollywood showed what that stadium probably would have looked like that night using Hollywood special effects simulation . True Prophesy was sung from AC/DC on 9/25/15 pointed out that "The walls were shaking" and "the earth was quaking" as I wrote about in Lights - Shook Me All Night Long.
I have always said the Contrails was my favorite blog. It is the only blog I recall writing about meeting God so that probably has something to do with it. After being in what felt to be a large earthquake I would wonder out on to Pier 30/32 and out of nowhere appeared this mysterious, yet confident and kind black man. I will simply include a large excerpt from Contrails as I have done in many of my recent blogs about this earthquake.
In the beginning of that blog, I wrote a bit about my going out to Lands End and The Presidio an how I would watch boats come out and line up into formation. One night, after the boats lined up I saw sparks flying down the coast and one exploded right in front of me and left a cloud of smoke and I could smell it. The next thing I knew I was sitting atop a landslide. I climbed up a muddy hill as fast as I could. I was grabbing ahold of tree branches and roots coming up out of the ground. I felt like I was climbing for my life! I was scared. I wrote about many things that scared me out there, but in 2007, I would write a poem that I'm even turning into a song. Below is Fear - The Poem"
Fear
I awoke this morning to fear
My eyes would fill with tears
So scared of the unknown
So scared to leave my home
The fear created confusion
My head filled with illusion
I borrowed strength from the unknown
To face the fear that fear had sewn
Now the answer is in the air
I hope that I may be spared
Knowing not if I am spared
I cannot help but to be scared
Needing to leave this fright
Needing things to be all right
I came to where it all began
I came to where the land does end
I have spent days here on my own
On my own, but never alone
The place where nights I use to stay
The place where vampires sometimes prey
The place of magic, the place of unknown
The place I came when I was not home
The place where darkness filled the night
Before the trees would come to life
The place in which I use to hide
The place where “they” made landslides
Days were lost, the unknown was found
Every time I came around
Lost before this place I found
This place is now sacred ground
Despite the light that has shown here
I cannot help but have my fear
Fear – so scared of the unknown
Scared of the fear that fear has sewn.
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The nights I spent out there sometimes scared the hell out of me. I was once in a landslide and I was once in a Tsunami that "they" created. I even felt like I may have been the target. I knew someone created that landslide. I knew someone created that Tsunami. I believed it was The New World Order. Now that I have unlocked the Covenant, I have complete faith in God and I fear no evil. I fear nothing and I fear no one. I can never deny that at times when I was out all night at Lands End or The Presidio, I was sometimes scared. I saw so many unbelievable things while out there. I had no idea what was in my tweeked out mind and what was really happening. Once while being out there, I came to believe whatever I was up against, it was evil. I had no doubt about it. I have no doubt about it. Forever, I have no doubt about God. Forever, I have no doubt about God and I want everyone to have no doubt about God. I want everyone to Believe in God forever because God proved God exists. I know that will be evident in what I write. I am a True Prophet. God is, therefore we are.
I have gone out there recently and built up a fire someone had left. I was not scared, but that place after dark is a little bit creepy. It is a pretty isolated place to be and it is really dark.
These monsters otherwise known has my hackers will not stop
God proved God exists. God is loving and kind. This is something they are not. Whoever “they” are, and God knows who they are, they are mean. I was writing to Believe, but somehow this doesn't belong in that one again. I don't like the part about Alex at the beginning and may move it to.... This one was Bob. They do nothing but waste so much of my time. They do a whole lot worse than that. Whoever these monsters are, I hope it is not my brothers, but God knows who they are. I've heard that the devil has people posing as members of my family or friends by somehow using their voice to sound like my family or friends just so I can be so angry at them. The thing is, I haven't really heard from anyone in over 10 years and I have to suspect they are somehow the ones using me to go up to this “heavenly excursions” where they all use my time from all the past lives I lived to sit there and watch me and do things like delete what I write or trip me up when I'm walking down the street so that I fall and break a bone. God knows I broke so many in my sacrafice, but I've broken a few from someone doing that to me also. They think it is funny. I can't even begin to imagine how, but I guess evil is having it's way. I guess I'll leave this in believe, because in a blog I wrote in 2009 titled Friday The 13th, I began to “believe” it was evil that was out at Lands End. I told it I would not go back using ever again and it had a message for me. In Friday the 13th which I published on 3/13/09, I would write about my “communicating” with evil. Below is an excerpt:
A few years ago, I rode Susan’s bike out to the Presidio – the Baker Beach area to be exact. I must have been pretty high. I don’t know if I got high there or if I got high before, but I am sure I was pretty high. I know this because of the events that followed. My mind really began playing tricks on me. There became undeniable reality and occurrences congruent with my thoughts.
That first day, I realized how hard it was to ride a bike in sandy areas. Later that night, I rode home. Then, the next day, I walked back to Baker Beach. I used to walk miles upon miles in the latter part of my “tweak”. Perhaps I was searching for something.
As I said, I had been seeing things in these areas. I had been seeing things in the trees and out in the water. I had seen mysterious boats that were “up to something”. I had even been in a landslide one night - the night San Francisco disappeared. That night I thought I may be dead. That night would lead me to discover “The New World Order”. I knew something was going on. It ended up being bigger than I even imagined. It seemed I was a part of it.
It started to get dark on Baker Beach, so I decided to begin the long walk back toward the city. I felt like absolute shit. I had miles to walk. I was starting to crash. I always chose the lesser-traveled path when walking. I began walking up a sandy, steep trail. I noticed bicycle tracks in the trail. I recalled how difficult of a time I had riding my bike when I was in the sand- sand that was not this deep and that was not as steep as this trail. I thought to myself, “If I were riding down this hill, I would surely flip over my handle bars.” I imagined and envisioned such an event in my mind. After the long walk up the trail, I noticed something. There were two young boys on bikes. They were just beginning their decent. I then recalled flipping over my handlebars as a kid. My tire got stuck in a rut and I flew pretty far.
I watched them speed down the hill until I could no longer see them. I wondered how they fared in the really sandy spot I had seen. I thought of going to check on them, but then I thought I was being ridiculous. I was tweaking. I started to walk toward a spooky abandoned hospital. I began to hear this high-pitched wining sound of many small motors running simultaneously. By now I was walking in a parking lot, toward a street. Then, over the hill came about ten mopeds. They went whizzing past me. Then over the hill came a woman on a moped, separated from the pack. She was the only moped in sight. Just when she got about 40 feet from where I was walking, suddenly, with nothing appearing to be in her way she flipped over the handle bars! She slid head first across the pavement and landed about 20 feet from where I was standing. Luckily she was wearing a helmet, but she was still pretty bloody. I ran to her and said, “Are you okay?” I had no idea what to do. She didn’t say a word, but was moving. Then, another group of about ten mopeds cam whizzing over the hill. I just kind of stood there wondering what had just happened. They began tending to her and I began high tailing it out of this crazy place. By now I was near the exit. It used to be a military base, so it has some grand entrances and exits. This one is a brick archway. I was saying to whatever entity, “I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I am never coming back here on drugs again.” I began notifying whatever this entity was, that it was not going to win. I told ‘it’ that “I would be back, and I would not let ‘it’ get away with this”. Whatever ‘it’ was. I couldn’t help but wonder since my head seemed to be involved “What was I?” Just as I reached the exit, I turned to let ‘it’ know I would be back. ‘It’ had a message for me – “Good As - Dead”
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Before I move on to Contrails, I have to write that someone is rubbing alcohol in my eyeball as I try to write this. I guess they are mad that I am writing the truth. Sometimes, when they make it this way, the truth is about them. Throughout my blog over the years, I did nothing but praise members of my family and many of my friends until I unlocked the Covenant and they all turned on me. They listened to the devil. Everything he "gives" them he takes from me. I told them he did not care about them and how wrong he is a long time ago. They are so wrong when they are “up there”. In some ways it's not them, but they hear themselves do what they do and keep going back so one way or another it is them. Whoever they are, God is not happy with them. I wrote above and I'll say it again, God is really cool, but I would not (MESS) with God, I so much wanted to use the F word, but I am trying to respect God. I don't think God will not let me in heaven for cussing, but I believe I'll do it less up there and God once gave me a sign to chill with my fowl mouth. I know I won't have as many reasons to cuss in heaven, but I'm still working on that here on earth. For the past 3 years, it has been my New Years Resolution. I'll get it eventually.
Before I get to an excerpt of Contrails, I'd like to point out as I do in Contrails just before the part I share that I began going all the way out to the Presidio and Lands End and began going closer to home to an area known as South Beach. It was an up-and-coming neighborhood which consisted of collapsed docks and railroad tunnels where I could hang out. I began hanging out in places that were less pleasant than beaches and caves. Below is an excerpt from Contrails:
In the blog, I have the Wharfrat video here. This one has Pete Townsend of The Who joining them on stage. I can't tell you why I chose that one, but later I will explain why that meant so much more than I could have possibly imagined back in 2006. I'll put that video below after explaining how Wharfrat came to say so much being true prophesy.)
When I write how some of us sometimes hear a song's lyrics at a later time than when we first heard or began liking a song is what I have said seems to be a way for God to get something we need to hear to us. On 2/1/08 I published a blot titled Crazy that I wrote on 12/3/07. I would try to explain what I am saying in that blog. Below is an excerpt:
I always say all works of art are divinely inspired at some level. The divine message/reminder came from The Beatles this time. I guess I should say that it may have been the earliest teachings of my crazy way of thinking – I just never really heard what the song was saying. I do that with a lot of songs. I love them for years because of the music but then one day I really hear the songs. I listen to the lyrics. This has happened frequently in my struggles. Perhaps God captivates our ears with the melodic sounds that our ears like to hear to prepare us for a future or present situation our minds and our souls need to hear and understand.
Back in 2005, I began to hear what the song was singing about because I saw actual wharfrats under the collapsed dock I had been using under. I wasn't going out to beaches and caves anymore. I was going into railroad tunnels and underneath docks along the San Francisco Bay and was seeing what Robert Hunter was talking about when the song sings about Wharfrats. I guess I just saw the precise subject in that song, I was the one who pointed out that they were "Rats the Size of Cats." I didn't explain in Contrails, but when I arrived in San Francisco to interview with The San Francisco Chronicle how I walked past a huge foundation being dug for a skyscraper and a street person walked by me saying "Rat's the size of cats, Rat's the size of cats." I went and ate and on my way back, I was looking into that foundation, and I saw "rats the size of cats." What I was not aware of as I walked past that foundation that it would become The San Francisco Federal Building that is now called The Nancy Pelosi San Francisco Federal Building that I would end up living in the shadow of two years later when we rented an apartment on Minna Street. I continue to live in the shadow of it today on McAllister Street. I have referred to it as New World Order Headquarters. I have written blogs titled "The Death Star" in the classic version of my blog because that is what the building resembles. I think it is fair to call that Street Person a true prophet. In my blog The Death Star I published on 8/27/07 I would write:
On that trip, I spent the night at a hotel right next door to where I live now which is also right next door to where The Death Star was being constructed. When I got in that night about five years ago, I was walking past the construction site and there was a guy who seemed to be out of his mind. All he kept saying was, “Rats the size of cats. Rats the size of cats.” I thought to myself, “Good old San Francisco.” After I finished eating, I was walking a little slower to take in the sights and I looked down into this huge hole in the ground in which The Death Star now stands and guess what I saw? Rats the size of Cats! Back then; I never dreamed I’d eventually be a street person mumbling down the streets of San Francisco myself one day.
What I did not know when I wrote the blog with the song Wharfrat was just how much that song would become incredibly true prophesy that fit into the life I am living. I was starting to hear how I could relate to August West before I realized that I could be August West. My life translates well. As time went on, a little more would fill into to fit the lyrics to this song.
As much as I am August West, I am also a Wharfrat. Litterally. Years ago I was hanging out under docks with these Wharfrats, but I would begin to call myself a Wharfrat because when I was in rehab, I learned of a couple 12 step recovery groups that calls themselves just that. Years after writing this blog, I would find myself in a lot of recovery groups and I would learn of this 12 step AA and NA meetings that was called Wharfrats as many of the people who choose to attend those meetings are Deadheads and other Jambands fans. When I lived above the Garden Of Eden, I was going to a meeting at The Alano Club on Wednesday nights. After this group, the owner of the Alano Club and someone who worked for him there sometimes and I started playing music together and began to call ourselves a band. Over the years, we've had a lot of people sit in the band at different instruments.
I would even become the Secretary of the NA Wharfrats at the end of 2012 while living above The Garden of Eden. It is the only time I have ever held that position with any of the many 12 step groups I attended. I wrote about this in my blog, Batman - Under The Bridge I published on 9./23/12'
So last night I went to my favorite recovery meeting and collected my 6 month chip.
I was looking forward to picking up that chip from that meeting. I did feel like a super hero! I've been the secretary of that meeting for the past few weeks because the secretary has been away. Perhaps I'll be the permanent secretary someday! I'd like that. Now that I have six months clean, that is possible. I have never stayed clean this long since I was twelve years old. Prior to this, 4 months was all I could ever get.
Normally, we'd have band practice but right before I walked out the door to that meeting, I heard on KFOG that the Red Hot Chili Peppers were playing at the Civic Center for free.
I read a blog last night because of what I heard a comedian say on stage when I walked into Brainwash to write my blog that I couldn't explain in Touch of Grey, but in He's Gone I did. When I read that blog, I realized it alone pointed out so much True Prophesy that I will share some day. However, it didn't even speak of the person that it spoke much True Prophesy about that I began writing a blog aboSbinson and coincidentally enough, He's Gone, he 's goooone and nothings going to bring him back, he's gone. I'll see you in heaven! Sorry the blog is taking so long James. It's going to be a good one though! It is called, Robinson Thanksgiving, Thanks James Robinson. James Robinson died on 11/23/17 which was Thanksgiving Day.
For now, I'd like to include an excerpt from He's Gone that I shared about Wharfrats below:
When I stopped going out to Lands End and the Presidio, I guess I wasn't the young man I once was. And, as many lives as I have lived, it is fair to call me an “Old man”. And, since I was going and hanging out underneath docks, many which were collapsed, I was “way down down, down by the docks of the city.” God knows my eyes were starting to open, but back then especially in 2006, I was “blind” and God knows I was usually “dirty”. And I was always asking for a dime from my wife. I needed something a little more strong than coffee so I'd get $20 for a shot of crystal meth. Susan was my editor who usually wanted to have “no dime”, but she had some time time to hear my story. Now, I think after my writing so much, I hope it can earn a dime or two but more importantantly, I hope everyone has time to hear my story.
I believe Pearly Baker could be nicknames given to human beings. In this case, Minna Choi and Mary Magdalen. Minna Choi was Micha of the bible. Micha was King David's first wife who was King Sauls daughter. She was born on December 7th or the anniversary of Pearl Harbor. The Book of Revelation ends writing about "gold, pearl and a bride." It could have been the World Peace Bell. I
A lot of people said I'd come to no good. And, when the song says, Pearly believed them. Pearly as in Minna and Mary both believed in Paul over me. And, I will get back on my feet someday, "The good Lord willing." Because I do know the life I'm livings no good." I always have. As far as Pearly's been true, I'd like to believe they will be with me someday because they will stick with God until my dying day. And, I hope Bonnie Lee will too. Be true that is. In so many ways, she always was to me.
Finally, like that song says towards the end, God knows that some day "I'll get up and fly away!" So now that I've explained the lyrics after having people read them, I'll include that video I used in that blog Contrails on 8/20/12. My blog did not allow for videos when I posted it on myspace, however, I believe I used it for many of the photos throughout the blog for my slideshow I had running to that song.
So after the Wharfrat song break begins my favorite part of my blog Contrails. This is the part that I believe I was in an eartquake and then wandered out on to an infamous Pier andI met someone I never imagined I would on this earth. Below is an excerpt from my favorite part of all of my 20 years of writing this blog.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD.
- Genisis 6:8
Before I move on, I'd like to point out how lucky and amazing that photo of the splash hit was. I have even said that I believed God kind of “Anointed” me to be King with a splash hit by Barry Bonds. In recent blogs I wrote that God could smell what the Rock was cooking because of Dwayne Johnsons starring roll in that movie San Andreas 9.6 and his reaching superstardom in the world of Professional Wrestling with his charismatic ring character being The Rock!
Barry Bonds voice in my head has been very helpful and supportive of my writing this blog. He even has a copy of something that I wrote that they deleted, and I somehow didn't manage to save myself. I figure when this all goes viral; he'll find a way to get it to me some day. I think it is incredible that it was splash hit number 40 and that was Barry Bonds splash hit number 32! The Bible says that for that flood rain lasted 40 days and 40 nights.
The chances of me just happening to capture splash hit number 40 with that little camera that took some time after pressing the button until the photo actually took are so incredibly unlikely. I guess that it just happened to time that way because I didn't even notice hearing the crowd cheer until after I took the photo. I didn't even know I captured it until I got home and put it on the computer. When I speak of being anointed by God using the work of a master with a splash hit from, Barry Bonds, I think the sail of a boat coincidentally being in the shape of a heart made sense also, Like I wrote, I am from Loveland, Ohio which is the sweetheart of Ohio and Ohio you're the heart of it all, and I wrote a blog titled, I Left My Heart In San Francisco. It has been said that David has a heart after God's own heart.
“But now thy kingdom shall not continue: the Lord hath sought him a man after his own heart, and the Lord hath commanded him to be captain over his people, because thou hast not kept that which the Lord commanded thee.”
- 1 Samuel 13:14
“And when he had removed him, he raised up unto them David to be their king; to whom also he gave testimony, and said, I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, which shall fulfil all my will.”
- Acts 13:22
I think it is important to recognize that the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association ship moored to the end of Pier 30/32 is The Star David Jordan. In The Noah Hunt, I wrote about Saint Michael who is Susan's Uncle from Illinois and since we are dealing with Stars it seems that the wisdom of Saint Michael showed up for this blog called Believe. This Bull was in Chicago and when I write about numbers in reverse, I think it is obvious that it was Barry Bonds splash hit #32 and my meeting God and that National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association Ship being at the end of Pier 30/32 that the number 32 is reverse in the number 23. If the NBA ever had a star, I think it's fair to say that that star is #23, Michael Jordon. You'll read about a real picture and pyramids when another star shows up as #52 because of a man by the name of Ray Lewis who was a Baltimore Raven. #52 in rverse is #25 which was San Francisco Giants Star Barry Bonds number.
Susan worked for 511. Since I just wrote about forwards and backwards numbers I think it is important to point out 115 as the number in reverse. 1/15 is the day I jumped off the parking garage in San Bruno and is Martin Luther Kings birthday. There used to be this radio station out here in San Francisco that Susan and I thought was like no other. I even referred to it as Gods favorite Radio Station. I kind of stole that from Gods Favorite Band - Green Day. The last concert I saw was Green Day at The San Francisco Giants Baseball Stadium. They performed the entire American Idiot Album.
Since I was just writing about 511, I thought it was appropriate to include an excerpt from a blog that is not published yet titled Intro to F the CC. It says a lot of what I believe I was about to write. Below is the excerpt:
It should be published by April Fools Eve. This is the deadline I am setting for this one and I will stick to it. (1:35PM on 4/05/20) I did not stick to it and publish it on April Fool's Eve. I will say it ended up being for Liberty's sake. April 4th (04/04) was yesterday as you will read more about that incredibly Liberating date below. I will forever be Grateful for that day in 1993 especially when I'm Dead. The Book of Revelation was beginning to be understood. It's as important this blog is "Found before the Fall". I could try to have it published by 4/7. April 7th is an important date in which I wrote and published blogs. This to me is United States of America's birthday backwards. This is "Liberty" backwards. Kind of like it could be Fourth of July or July 4th. It Martin Luther King Day is Bay Area traffic in reverse. 4/7 is April 7th.
As can be seen at the end of Pretender - Car Crash Matt Nathanson would appear on pier 30/32 during KFOG's Fireworks Kaboom. My wife Susan (Atheist Angel, Man Smart (Woman Smarter) loves fireworks and she worked for The Metropolitan Transportation Commission (MTC). It's the San Francisco Bay Area's 511 Transportation Information Services. She headed up The the Rideshare, Bicycling and Carpool Program. Susan advertised Bike To Work Days yearly event on San Francisco Bay area's KFOG. I had called KFOG God's favorite radio station, I kind of stole it from the bay areas Green Day who came out with an album in 2017 called God's Favorite Band. Apparently KFOG is off the air now. As can be read throughout my blog, it truly did provide Heavenly messages and inspiration through music at just the right time. Needless to say we got in to KFOGS Fireworks Kaboom early and had a really good place to position ourselves so I could take photographs. At the time I was a street artist photographer.
Years ago, I was wondering around this city "collecting my soul". Back then I thought I was losing it, however,, I now know whatever I was witnessing was truly amazing. Pier 30/32 is also the pier where "Heaven Let (it's) light shine down." In other words, it is the Pier I wrote about in Contrails that I believe I met God. In 2008, Collective Soul was there and I created a slideshow using the song Shine which Collective Soul performed from that year at the show in which Susan advertised 511 with KFOG. Coincedently enough in the year 2008, KFOG's Kaboom would be held on 5/11. It was the perfect date for 511 to advertise for an event on 5/11. I like how I wrote two blogs with the title Soul Shine over the years in my blog. Soul Shine is also the nickname I gave Tonya Giver. In the mid to late 90's she had an apartment in Hoboken, New Jersey. We visited her many times. In fact, we were staying with her the night I fell into the World Trade Center Subway tracks after an Allman Brothers concert in Harlem we had just attended. In my song, Tequila and Trains some of the lyrics are::
I'm not sure who was driving those trains,
Soul shine says it was aliens"
Soul Shine is an Allman Brothers song that I was using as to Tonya when I call her Soul Shine in that song. I
When I first started writing my blog in 2006, I published it on MySpace. MySpace was a pretty cool sight before Facebook. It was kind of based on Music. If an artist allowed their songs on that space, one could use them to go along with a slide show that ran with ones page. This was good for me. I would usually have a slide show running using a song that would go along with the most recent blog. Sometimes, the song would be the name of a recently published blog. I never told people that the two were connected for me, but I hoped someone might see the slideshow and then read the blog and see the connection or read the blog and see the slideshow. Sometimes the slideshow would be of an event that occured such as Hardely Strictly Bluegrass and Fleetweek featuring The Blue Angels in 2006 when I wrote a blog titled My Blue Weekend. I always think it's cool that the United States Navy parks their Aircraft Carrier at the end Pier 30/32 which is the Pier I write about in Contrails. That is also the Pier in which KFOG hosted their Kaboom Fireworks festival each year.
We may have been from Cincinnati and near the stage, but someone on 5/13 was On the stage and from the 513 that day. I'll get to that after I finish up with the year 2008. I think you'll find it fitting that I go in reverse from the year 2008 to the year 2007.
Since it is Jerry Garcia's birthday, I have decided it is a good idea for me to at least have edit notes. Actually, it just happens to be his birthday on a day when I decided, edit notes at the bottom of this blog sure wouldn't be a bad idea. I can't do anything about what has already been written but below are edit notes. I sometimes write "something" related or unrelated to anything and everything.
I love how I just began writing about KFOG and when I saved a copy of believe, the amount of words that I had written to this blog is 10270. I was calling KFOG God's Favorite Radio Station and it's on the dial at 104.5. In Cincinnati, the station I listed to was 102.7 which is WEBN. They refer to themselves as The Lunatic Fringe of American FM. I don't really remember KFOG having a slogan because all they said at such times when a such a thing a radio station would say is KFOG. They would say it many different ways, but that's the way I remember that station. I have to say remember, because they are no longer on the air. It is a shame, because I really did like that station. In fact, I wrote about it a few times throughout my blog. I once wrote about 10 at 10 which can be read in Guardian.
I started to write about KFOG because they had this fireworks show they called Kaboom that was pretty darn good. I say pretty darn good only because fireworks in San Francico kind of can appear no other way. What was really darn good about Kaboom was the musical guests they had. At least that's my opinion. I will also say that I come from a place where they used to more than overdue their fireworks. I've heard the were the second biggest fireworks display in the country. They only bigger one I heard was down river for the Kentucky Derby.
I guess there is something about having a fireworks display on a river that allows people to line up on either side and shoot fireworks from barges. The thing about San Francisco all summer long is there is a good chance it will be foggy. The show was great and my exwife loved fireworks. Needless to say, she had an advertising budget for 511 that each year she invested in some radio advertising on KFOG that encouraged people to carpool or rideshare or ride their bikes to things like work and events such as Kaboom. If I recall, I think she focused on biking to this event. I'm not sure and I haven't spoken to her in ten years, so I guess I'll leave it at that. The music at the shows is what I loved. I like fireworks, but I love music. They always got some great bands.
I love how I
I was thinking while I was running to Golden Gate Park this morning, "Man if someone like me loves people so much, can you imagine how much God must love us!" I really do believe that. Running is very meditative to me. I love running with my head phones on. Music is part of my soul. I always said if music and art comes from ones true experiences, and they pour it out from their soul, in some ways I believe that is God speaking to us. It really seems nothing happens by accident in this universe.
I already wrote below how 8/10 was important as a date in which Japan began to surrendor to the United States from World War II. It was also Susan and my anniversary, Susan and I danced to the
I always believe that art and music comes from the soul. I believe it communicates the "going-ons"' of the universe in one way or another. I believe that if it comes from the soul, it is, in some way, God speaking to us.
I write about Surfer Dudes fiancé dying below. I also wrote another blog with the title Soul Shine in the classic version on MySpace and wrote about how I was going home for a wedding which happened to be one of my friends Kirk Harris who sister was Tonya Giver. I would nickname Soul Shine in my blog Cumberland Blues. We were staying with Tonya in New York in 1998 when I fell into the World Trade Center Subway Tracks after and Allman Brothers Concert. I had partied all day and did 13 shots of tequila after the concert. I also wrote about my going home to a family reunion in Burnside Kentucky in the first Soul Shine. This is where I would eat the worm at the bottle of a Monte Albon Teaquila and my friend Jason Woodruff threw a stone at a frieght train and it bounced off and hit me in the head. It was a pretty serious head injury. He would end up being Goliath in past life. I think that we were Throwing Stones in 1999.
Since the world count was 10270 I thought the next time after writing could have ended up at 10450 but I said a bit more and the word count was 10796. I thought, that sure was close to 10770. I wonder if I can find 26 words to remove to make it 10770 so numbers would coincide with 107.7 The Bone. That is a radio station here in San Francisco that is probably heavier than 102.7 WEBN which is pretty hard rock and roll. I think it is the best station in Cincinnati. I used to really like the Dawn Patrole every morning. I opened up the document and thought maybe if I removed something I saw about Steve Earle because his music to me is Rock and Roll but it has a bit of Texas and Nashville country something to it. It is great music, but it's not Heavy. His topics are very heavy and his sound is kind of that way too, but anyway, I removed an edit note about Steve Earle that read "Veterans Day time edit and since Steve Earle is the True Veteran, this edit includes an excerpt from F the CC which is not published." That was exactly 26 words making it 10770. I assume 107.7 does not play Steve Earle, but maybe now... we will see. I doubt it. Steve Earle rocks, but The Bone is pretty heavy music. I hope some of this matters somehow. It does! It is ridiculous that I have to even keep track of such a thing. I could write about the words to this section, but I won't.
I think that coincidentally, Matt Nathansan sung about a car crash. I believe Matt Nathenson was Nathenielle of the Bible. When he sung about a Car Crash, it could translate into something on more than one occasion for this blog. It was not a coincedence that when the mysterious black man pointed out that contrail, it crossed over The Bay Bridge. I wrote about the new section being set to fall in Lights – Shook Me All Night Long and I'm writing that also in 2 Shakedown Street. I wrote about how I was in what felt to be an earthquake as I walked by that stadium the Giants play in 2005. I know Matt Natheson was not singing about a car crashing upon oroff that bridge but I also know he was not singing about my new friends fiance getting hit by a car as I wrote about in my blog Pretender – Car Crash.
In his song Car Crash, Matt Nathenson says, “I want to feel the Car Crash.” I think what Matt
I believe some of include Matt Nathenson even felt that Car Crash in this life
I think that coincidentally, Matt Nathansan sung about a car crash. It was not a coincidence that when the mysterious black man pointed out that contrail, it crossed over The Bay Bridge. I wrote about the new section being set to fall in Lights – Shook Me All Night Long and I'm writing about in 2 Shakedown Street and how I was in what felt to be an earthquake as I walked by that stadium. I know Matt Nathenson was not singing about a car crashing off that bridge but I also know he was not singing about my new friends fiancé getting hit by a car as I wrote about in my blog Pretender – Car Crash. This is basically how I see lyrics to a song that can translate into something other than what they arew singing about.
(12:59PM on 8/1/26) HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERRY GARCIA! 1:00pm RIGHT? OR IS IT WRITE? I suppose this blog will have some sort of write of ritual. And I don't know any Wrights, but one wrong doesn't make a right, but three rights do make a left d since this blog contains unwritten information pertaining to bicycle safety from 511.org, I thought all bicyclists should know that for safety's sake. rle is the The True Veteran, this edit includes an excerpt from F the CC which is not published.
(2:40PM on 8/11/26) Edit (I have written how historic events and music have been )??.
(2:19PM on 8/4/26) Davids Heart part addition
(11:11PM on 7/7/26) Veterans Day time edit and since Steve Ea
(5:07PM on 8/25/26) Bill Kruetzmen birthday Time and Gene Simmons birthday after Bonding 711
(12:34PM on 6/2/26) pull believe, Wharfrat. Car Crash together to Believe.
(4; 55 on 9/21/26) Wharfrat edit which I must inclued 46 words so that the time matches Giza as well as hhe Trans Am built the year I was born which is the 455 H.O. 4 speed manual out of Norwood.
(12:29 "Pearly's Lola Montez, on 12/29 However it is now 12:30 PM on 10/4/26) and since Contrails was about my dad in so many ways, 12/30 is his birthday. 10/4 is Golden Penny Day and that is when Minna was in Heaven and another Wake Me Up When September Ends in 2016 and so much more and she too is Pearly. Lola is Mary.)
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