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| Hi Everyone, I'm putting a hold on writing The Sequel to The Loveable Resident - indefinitely. I stand by the first book's premise of redemption. I wrote this book with that idea that even people who have been cads in their lives can get redemption if they only reached out to God and asked Him to help them through their dark lives. Many people think they've sunk so low in the esteem of the world that they've given up and gone on with their criminal lives. Some of these people have been good to start with but life screws them up. They have people who are their caretakers and put them through such a lot of bullshit that they think the same. Some of them are given a lot of ideas that are racist and think that everyone else is beneath them. Some of them are given the gifts of good looks and money and power and they think that they deserve everything and all the people who like them are good and wonderful, but the truth is that they've surrounded themselves with hangers on, and traitorous friends who take their money, their food, their wealth and their women (who were good for them) and then turn around and make them totally sickened. They put on a face that makes people think they're still normal, but inside they hate themselves and they go through addictions of every kind. I don't know how steeped some people are with their sinful pasts but I know that there is redemption. If they but confessed their sins to someone they could get some grace. Grace is so minimally used these days. In my definition of grace, it means that God showers them with the goodness that only He can give them. Grace carries you through the bad things and events that happen to you. There are so many people who are injured and can't lift their heads enough to find the truth about how their lives have been so screwed up. The book Loveable Resident makes an example of how a rising star in medical surgery gets into trouble and tries to do something - anything - until he gets his due justice. But he seems to have friends who find some sort of goodness in him, or his talent as a doctor. I don't wish to give out spoilers. But the reviews of this book, whatever number they are, seem to have a problem with how the main character of Mike Oates makes himself get into a Hellish life and then they stop reading it. I wish these reviewers would go back and read the length of the book. I think they'll find it somehow credible and perhaps they could think of giving people that have acted this way some sense of forgiveness. For we all have to find forgiveness for others and forgiveness for our own sins. We must learn to love ourselves because who else would do that? If we have love for our own selves, our souls, our own personalities we can find out where things could be going wrong. Self-examination is needed. We have to make use of this enforced quarantining of our bodies and find our own selves and live with ourselves. Many of those who are quarantined are going through depression and even commit suicide, or, even divorce their husbands (because they've never been with their husbands long enough to know them really). I think people should find some way to go through their past and one of these ways is to write their memoirs. A journal post each day would be helpful. There are many places online that could also be of help writing your thoughts down. It doesn't mean you have to tell the public in a blog but there are many private websites where you can make your daily thoughts private. I hope that someone gets helped by this. I really think this world is getting so crazy and people are going nuts running around killing each other. There needs to be an outlet for such sadness and hate. It can't be murdering other people. It will only cause you greater problems. There are so many of these institutions that are too glad to make you feel worse by imprisoning you and making your family feel sad. Not including making you spend all your money on lawyer's fees and everything. Don't be despairing of your sad life. It's still going on. As far as I am concernedm as long as you have life you have hope. I've thought about how many of those who live a long life have been gifted by God. My theory is that those who have long lives are given as much time to examine their lives and find peace with God. |
| I'm able to say I've survived this awful awful weekend. I'd been ghosted so much yesterday and it made me feel so bad that i had to stay in bed most of the day. I couldn't do anything. I'd been so into the tweets that I must have aroused such a great swell of unhappiness towards me from Mike Pence. He ghosted me this Sunday and made me scared, terrified, he was so malign in his presence in my house and wanted to make me sad very sad. I was able to escape his evil thoughts and sought refuge in my room. I think this man is bad, and because he's one of Trump's people he hates me. Trump's hated me for a while and also ghosted me. He is in the same league as Churchill and those who like Churchill. People are led to believe Churchill is God but he is the opposite, he's Lucifer. I've been trying to find some other place to move to but my finances can't support this. I don't have much choice but to live here in West Lafayette. I can't say it's safe out there for me. Trump has many supporters in Indiana and they are all alerted to make sure that my activities for the day are known. If I ever go out of the house they'll likely tell on someone and that person will find another person who might be somebody like a cop or anyone like that. There has been a couple of times that actors have posed as cops and tried to intimidate me. This is akin to racial profiling but they know me and who I am and where I came from. I'm the bastard of Prince Philip of England and Dame Maggie Smith. They had me and then Maggie gave me to a normal couple who raised me like their own. But the Queen was so upset and angry that she had me taken away from my home in England and I ended up in the Philippines. I was around twelve years old then but they put me in a sort of coma and I was fed a programmed life that made me think I really was Filipino and had a life there growing up in my toddler stage until i was in my high school years. I was then ready to go out of the country and the actors who adopted me, Don and Sally Faderan, took me to the USA. There we stayed in Indianapolis. I had no knowledge of how my life had been so totally turned upside down until after I became retired. the Queen has been making my life a hell. i failed at several jobs, I failed in her eyes and she employed many people to make me their friends but they were traitors to me. They told her and others who went along with her, people who were big in this country, about what my interests were, and they systematically made me fail and become what the society has castigated me as a loser. But I had my own idea about how I needed to be, and I tried valiantly to keep going. I was a good person through it all, still cluelees, and I was kind to everyone even those who hated me secretly. These people were my former classmates, and my former coworkers and colleagues in my jobs. I was in danger of losing my life several times out in the open. Once I had a bad flat tire in my home at Hamden CT, and I remembered that the day before i had seen broken glass around where i parked. i didn't realize that my tire had a piece of glass in it and the man who fixed my tire told me that. i realized later that this was a plot to make me have a spectacular accident on the highway to where i lived. There are other bad plots that wanted me to die on the highway and it's now very tough to contemplate driving on the highway here where i live. Many people have been made to remember or know what our license plate is and they'll see it and they'll make a point to do something dastardly to us when we are driving. The COVID problem has at least kept everyone off the roads but the authorities want the businesses to open and everyone is beginning to think, falsely, that the coast is clear. There are always ghosts in my presence who are from the Devil and they want me to die somehow still, without them being seen as killing me. This is the spiritual attack that th Devil is doing and that Devil is in League with Queen Elizabeth and Trump. I cannot see how my life will end but I refuse to die. I get a great deal of pain and suffering. I've suffered such a great deal that i've frequently asked Jesus to save me and take me to Heaven. I do not know how my week will go. Every week is alternately awful and humdrum. These devils of the Bastard have made it a point to make me die each Sunday and it doesn't just happen on Sundays anymore, it happens starting on Fridays. They've tried to make me feel unable to do anything. My mind become frozen sometimes and I can't write. I don't know what job I can have if i don't do any writing. I'm unable to go out there in public to find a job, any job, because these people will know and they'll make it hard on me to work. I'll be so shredded up inside that i'll have a terrible day and I might end up getting to the hospital. This is another wish they have for me: to get to the hospital. That's where they want me to end up so that I'll be given all sorts of treatments, procedures and all kinds of torturous attacks unseen by those who are clueless. I'm afraid also that the people who are hating me will kidnap me and take me to some concentration camp somewhere - at least I know of two places: Afghanistan and China (where there apparently is a concentration camp for their Muslim prisoners). I hope that God will do something. It seems as though God is not listening to my prayers. I wish He would. I can't stand feeling this way week after week, day after day. I'm about as weak as anyone can be. I have tried different ways to elude these spiritual attacks. |
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