”I am in itinerant minister and an investigative journalist.”
”I don’t know what that means.”
”It means I move around and I will be moving on out of your town as soon as I know what direction I am heading next.”
”Are you waiting for the voices in your head to tell you where to go?”
”Why the fuck did you just ask me that, Officer? I have two phones and an internet connection I’m working on here. Do you ask every homeless person you encounter about voices in their heads?”
”You’re going to have to sleep sometime. We are just going to arrest you later.”
I had to go to Texas to have my first encounter with law enforcement as a transient minister and journalist.
Texas can kiss my ass. Next trip through there is to pick up Cyclops and Wolverine and get to a weed legal state.
I won’t have to worry the homeless laws again.
The wilderness experience has come to a close.
I am no longer homeless.
I am away from home until such time as I can go home.
I will miss having this ‘spot’ though I will not miss sleeping on chilled concrete. Anybody who has spent anytime living in the streets of an American city can tell you what happens to your cell phone battery if you leave it on cold concrete.
Same thing happens to a man. Cardboard is important.
While I did almost twice forty days there giving anybody the chance who felt like taking it… it was never the long term plan.
Luke didn’t take it though he stalked me there.
Mark didn’t take it though he was close enough to cash the checks he writes with his boastful and painfully obvious provoking mouth.
Artificial (quantum) intelligence and Mockingbird.
Welcome to the relevant to the narrative sector of the psy-op nightmare circus, ‘friend.’
You should have listened to what I told you of the future tech on that last call. The one where you ignored my ‘fear of God’ warning. Poor Mark. More afraid of the FBI than God. That’s a mistake. Why do you suppose they made sure you gave your physical address?
Do you even subterfuge, bro?
Truther tip for Mark the Narc… Those who don’t consider false flags sometimes become them.
I am not going to lose a single one of them.
Immutable. It is written.
Force fucking demonstrated.
The double-fold effort of escaping the center of Mystery Babylon as well as the necessary trials and revelations that come with a wilderness experience has bore much of the expected fruit.
I am doing things in order here.
God sent an Angel with new orders.
Like I told most everybody before, after, and during the earthquake that He would.
”I’m going to be homeless for a bit so you don’t have to be.”
Missions accomplished and missions launched.
Pray for others living on the streets for now. Also no need to mail anything to the San Diego c/o address I provided though I will be sending some promised packages back there myself.
Both living-in-the-streets and a Spirit-led-wilderness-trip change a man.
Perspectives. Views.
Sight.
I miss my family back home at PB. While I shower and have comfort tonight they suffer the stress that just comes with living outside. I pray that they heard the lessons I witnessed my Father showing them.
Aaron. Stay strong. Have hope.
Ariel. A kiss from a rose. I know He is with you wherever you are right now.
I already miss nights with the boardwalk crew and all the others who I am not leaving behind but gathering resources for.
Those with and without homes in San Diego.
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
And with dust in throat, I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will, yeah
Oh, but I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home, yeah
Getting my house in order.
Evac operations will become critical and time sensitive.
Mobility in war is key as are comms.
Flexible. Amorphous.
It’s time to get this party started.
Somebody has a school bus or ambulance somewhere just sitting.
I can get anywhere He needs me on foot.
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
Oh, you
Telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Thos cops you talked to...
Have voices in their heads too 😐
They should do what I did.
Get a helmet.
They should get outta the bizness
IMHO 🥓