Part Six: How I tried to handle the astrologers

The last of the things I had discovered during my time observing the actions and writings of the RAP group, combined with my charism of hearing much of what is said, informed me of a really sad and destructive belief and desire of these cultists, one that is responsible for much of the trouble in the world today. That is that they have a desire to see me die.

Because some of them have extensions of normal human capabilities of an extrasensory kind, they have interpreted having foreknowledge of a person’s death as being a power that they actually possess. In other words, they think they can predict when someone will die simply because they have had those ESP forebodings that many have had throughout human history. So they’ve actually codified this erstwhile capability into a hard and fast component of their psychotic belief system and have accounted for it with sickening RAP explanations.

For example, many of the key members of the RAP group are obsessed with Poe. Lots of fey artiste types have been obsessed with Poe and his death. But the RAP group is different. They are not only obsessed with Poe’s life and death, but they 1) believe in his reincarnation and 2) obsess with the rumor that he fucked the dead body of his cousin who was his underage bride. I’m sorry I have to be so blunt, but trust me, the thoughts they have are even more blunt and worse than my adult language here in the blog.

So these people, some of whom have genuine normal ESP powers, spend a lot of their time glorifying dead depressive poets who have sex with underage girl corpses.

They then abuse drugs and alcohol to “dull the pain” of their being “doomed” to “such sad reincarnations” and have even more psychotic beliefs and imaginings.

They then draft people, like me, to play a role in their sick satanic (actually, real Satan is even disgusted with this), so I should say diabolical sadomasochistic delusions and imagine that other people have to be one of the participants. Yep, you guessed it.

I have “felt them” “try out” on me all sorts of depressive and psychotic identities, including saints, Greek pantheon members, demons, Titanic bimbo, and under age fucker or fuckee, both male and female. Not only do they try out these identities but they make these things to be self fulfilling prophecies, if not in reality then mentally. Hence I’ve been abused, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, but also this garbage directed at me has mentally and through the media spewed out all over the world. This is one reason why you see such enormous violent psychotic depressive depravity in the world, especially directed at our precious children. What doesn’t “stick to me” is spewed out all over the world, especially as they codify these sickening thoughts into movies, TV series, video games and porn.

I wondered, some years ago, why the Lord was smiting some people that I’d read about in the newspaper or on the Internet. Over the years, especially the past twenty years, God has been doing some smiting. His smiting especially picked up since I was assaulted in surgery in the mid 1990’s. Since I did not in day to day life know most of these people, I had no way, or interest in, questioning God’s selective smiting. I trust with my whole heart and soul and being in the will of the great and all powerful God, especially as I am the “someone” who can witness to all that he has achieved, and all that he wills. I had my own hopes and ministry, which has been permanently frozen on hold by sinful and profane humans, to focus on, so I observe how mighty God is in his wisdom, but had no curiosity or questioning as to his reasons. Like I explained, I am sanguine.

But it has without my being curious, but because I know God so well, all become terribly clear. Readers, I am sure you know why certain people have been smited, and continue to be on a daily basis. Some are big wheels, some are cogs, and some are simply greedy or deluded enablers. But they have put their minds and hearts where they should not have had, they have put their eyes and their hands where they should not have had, and they have given and taken money and wealth where they should not have had. They have robbed children of their childhood and they have robbed the innocent of their peace of mind. I am no ghoul: they are. They have defied God and spit in his face, and taken money from the widow and orphan and go on “adventure” vacations and call themselves movers and shakers and artists. And so some years ago I went from being observant of the smiting but not knowing why (nor questioning God nor trying to research the reasons, since why do that as God has it covered?) to being fully aware of why many people have been and will be smitted.

In 2003 and warned about this on the RAP message board. I decided to partake in a fake scenario that had been posed to me in order to be positively subversive and also to warn people who were the poseurs that God does and will smite those who wish evil on me and mine. One of my dearest Internet “friends” said “he” was “afraid” of one of the “female” message board posters, that she was “sending” him, I forget how he put it, but like if not cursing then something like vibes for bad things to happen to him. Hmm. Remember, I decide to take part in their chosen milieu, but I have to always be truthful. So I take on a new message board name, just for that purpose, that includes the word “angel” in it. That was a title of my authority. I then post so that all can see a warning that those who wish dire things on someone else, especially my “friend” will find that it rebounds on them. To my almost droll amusement they acted out a whole kabuki theater production over the next few months of how this “female poster” was rumored to be dead, but wasn’t. I realized over a period of time that the female poster is supposed to have been me, since they were “testing” if I had some sort of demonic or other “ill wishing” persona. That’s really when I washed my hands of the whole stupid business, although there was one other event that I used to make my break. But just to finish this point, I warned people using a truthful moniker to represent my authority that those who wish or benefit from ill being physically or psychically sent to someone will have it rebounded to them by God in his own time and way in a manner that they really won’t like. And boy oh boy, did the smitting ever pick up even more since my warning was ignored.

The breaking point with my attempts to salvage any souls on that message board came when one of the “older” “fans” who is an “aw shucks” kind of Southern female conveyed via a typo and /or poor phrasing a death wish to me on the message board. It really upset me, but not for the reasons that people thought, or for what I said in private to “friends.” It upset me because I recognized that this is an unending favorite game of the cultists to envision me dead. That kind of intrusive thought tormented my mother in the 1980’s, so I was quite familiar with the shenanigans, even though I know the cultists don’t realize that the Holy Spirit keeps me informed and thus I make the connections over the years in the confidential part of my mind. So it was pure despair that twenty years later, not only had that demented thinking directed toward me not diminished, but it was arrogantly presented to my face as typos and misspeaking. And so I quoted from Ecclesiastes and left the message board forever. And I’m sad , and pissed as all hell, to report that the death wish mentality directed toward me has not ceased and desisted. The same ploy was actually performed only two years ago in an actual Catholic Church! This is why I no longer even try to find a Mass to attend, because I just will not lead more into sin by being a tempting fat sitting target if I can help it. A woman “with an accent” sat behind me in rosary recital and made a “lisp” that was wishing basically “death” to the Virgin Mary, said into my ear. Honestly, I wanted to strike her down on the spot because of this profanity now taking place even in a church setting. Worse, one of the puppet priests actually alluded to “misspeaking due to an accent” from the pulpit a few days later. Folks, there are “believers” in hell too, and I don’t need to tell you that some of them are priests.
Well, I guess I’ve done enough blogging on this subject for today. So I’ll sit back here alone in my room, sip my Coca Cola and read some Internet news. Enjoy the smiting! Cheers!