It is also where you will find me in anything that has nothing to do with what I want... which will be just about everything else that concerns anyone else.
I would therefore be merely an observer, calling it as I see it, not particularly worried about the outcome or the consequences of calling a spade a spade... and not a shovel... .
Then, there is MY stuff...
I remember, as a pre-schooler, I had no real remarks from the creche teacher except this: "Tungamirai does not like to share toys with others..."
These were not MY toys, but once I had them, I never let go, and no other kid could play with what I played with. That is where notice was made of my mercurial temper, and its basis has always been, "What is mine, shall not be shared!"
Which will explain why, in a few days, I will start really putting in the squeeze so that I get what I want.
Using what everyone else NEEDS.
When God ...happened... The Holy Spirit, well, He called me THE Maverick, and since I had never come across the word in the context He used it, I rushed to look it up, and the definition went something like:
maverick: independent minded or unothodox person who does things contrary to convention... From Samuel E. Maverick, a Texas rancher who refused to brand his cattle.
Needless to say, I was worried, because I thought He had come to offer a way for me to integrate into society, but I have come to realise, in the past week that I have taken to get to find why I am so...me... that He was pointing out that I never grew up, and that I wanted nothing to do with anything that included anyone else, that I was basically a loner, who neither wanted nor welcomed partners, friends, colleagues or equals.
Not even God.
I tried to find a way to get Him to get out of my life, and slowly He has been unravelling a way for me to make an uneasy truce with Him, provided He does not encroach in my territory. I get to do what He can not do for Himself, since if HE did then no person would be left alive, but on the understanding that it is on my terms and with a view to feathering my own nest in the future.
I have tried to see others' point of view, and a few days ago I gave up, because I was never interested anyway in that, and the only kind of person I would even tolerate is one who, if interested in MY world... places no one else above me. Not even God.
And is female, because they have all those visual benefits. And is unattached to pretty much anything else... someone like me, with nothing to lose, probably because its lost already, or never was found to begin with. And not black...I have...
sisters...wouldn't want to think of them in an odd moment when I am doing...ahem!
Anyway, about "Counting Numbers": I have said that I am a neutral observer, who therefore does not defer to anyone, but seeks out and holds on to the facts, no matter how grim or how unwelcome, and so, because of that, I am in a position to use what I know that everyone thinks they know but do not know as they ought to know, to get what I want so that I can have the independent life I want... be it ever so painful for everyone else, or not.
Lets face it... I am, if anyone has been following my words, indestructible, immovable, and very set on my course, and I have a weapons arsenal that would make Bush's Star Wars thing look like a child's doodling, and it is being primed, and aimed at the world, and foolishly, nobody seems to want to run for cover, or to even investigate it.
My advice, in the interests of time, is to put my words to the test, because once I come knocking, I will be doing so in a manner that makes even the tsunamis seem like a child blowing into a puddle.
Of course I am about to alter the course of world events. Big deal! I have no interest in following the collective delusions that make up today's so-called 'civilisation'.
It may matter a big deal to everyone else though, because, as the song goes, "Now the clock are strike "war" dont be amazed..."
