The ONE thing that has been drummed into me from the beginning of my weird encounter with The Most High God has always been, "short cuts make long delays", and I should have known THAT before I even sat down Saturday to write my doomsday piece.
But the moment I got up and was leaving the Site 5 Library, He comforted me with some news that made me realise that, far from reacting to my 'God, You really do NOT have a plan for my life, so do THIS now, instead' innuendo contained in the text, He was out to show me something else.
Something that showed that He works DESPITE my doubt.
He showed me the date.
Saturday marked the end of 9 months since the 'give me ten women' type of conversation He and I had. It was January 8th, a Sunday, or rather, the morning of Monday the 9th, when I got the vision of the ark-like thing.
I told Michelle about it, saying that for the first time I was impressed by God [silly me, about the impressed part, not the telling Michelle], and she slammed me down. Didn't tell her about the rest of it, about how I was holding on to her because I had gone through all other women of all other tribes in Africa...or rejected them, because I had this bit of misogynistic streak mixed with self-destructive tendencies that made me realise that if I actually laid a hand on her, I would reject even white women, and may as well go back home and take the women I had rejected because there would be no clean slate.
But truthfully, even as she herself would acknowledge, I did not love her. I was just running out of 'fresh starts'.
The other thing is, I am an extremely hard to change type of person, so a point of view is fixed for a long time... and takes about 9 months to change completely, so, it actually took me the nine moths to SEE what was plain to be seen.
Like the fact that it does NOT happen normally that a woman, crossing the street, suddenly stops as for traffic and waits till I, on the other side, have passed and am above her before she herself starts across, and then pauses as soon as she has crossed to the other side, and, IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, gesticulates as if to ask, "What have you found wrong with me?"
Of course I said it was her ass, but I like asses anyway, and she NEVER said, take me to bed, that was me... but I was too besotted, too wrapped up in my paranoia against everything, I practically pushed this golden haired bombshell away.
OR
Not paying attention to the fact that the girl I 'called' after I had seen Michelle's friend and who put up such a deliberate display of not only empathy but of actual longing would feel...hurt, when I just walked past afterwards.
OR
Puzzling about why, after she had smiled at me outside the library, the sweet blonde girl/woman should then turn and look at me sorrowfully the moment I sat at the terminal and she was walking to the children's section...or is it DVD's, as if she expected me to do something...but I had not.
Of course, I could NOT do anything, because if I had said anything to them, any of them, even a word, I would have felt a fraud. I do not want to bind myself to women by words, any fool can do that, and at the same time I can not leave myself without 'witness', hence the internet.
The point is, the women, if they have REALLY chosen me, would find their way to this blogspot, and read about themselves, and gauge MY way of thinking, and get a proper perspective of things, and THEN come see me, when they have worked out that it is not going to be a one-on-one relationship, but a one-to-ten one.
God does the time-keeping and the oiling of the wheels so that everything flows smoothly, and I would want the girls to ALL come at the same day, no visions, no strange voices...and THEN, once they are all with me, God can then seal the 'ark' and flood the places and things can happen that would announce the end of life as everyone experiences it nowadays.
The advantage to me is, No one can then say,it is my fault, and blame me and try to make it seem like I am the one hogging all the spotlight. No, any problems anyone has, they can then take them up with God, because if it is left up to me, I am just likely to blow a fuse. And sink myself in the process as well.
That being said, the TEN Women are these:
1) The Glencairn Heights golden-haired girl, met 25th May
2)The Fish-Hoek library golden haired girl, with the two small earings on her left ear, met also 25th May, at the said library
3)The girl in black, with shining white hair and red lipstick and cleft chin, met 26th May when I waited for her to pass on my way to Fish Hoek Library
4) The other girl in black who spoke so politely on the cell phone, [did not remember date, but recorded it somewhere on my posts], met at Fish-Hoek library, with her blonde hair tied in a stiff pony tail
5) The girl in the ...is it magenta... high cut jeans met at Simonstown Beach some Saturday as she and two guys came diving...the one who showed the amazing waistline. Cant have been blonde, I would have noticed, so she must have been of the brilliant brunette variety
6) The girl with the "shopaholic girl" book.and jet black hair, met also another Saturday, who gave me that sunny smile and refused to let me see her face till I persisted
7) The stunning girl with the amazingly shining white hair, who truned her back on me that other Saturday
8) The girl I saw as she sat biting her fingernails outside Fish Hoek Beach restaurant
9) The girl who gave me a brief, sad smile as she passed me, with the incident concerning a dog, and a blonde girl, and a Xhosa girl
10) The smiling lady with the sea blue eyes, and blonde hair.
I guess I must explain about the hair thing, tomorrow maybe!
But the moment I got up and was leaving the Site 5 Library, He comforted me with some news that made me realise that, far from reacting to my 'God, You really do NOT have a plan for my life, so do THIS now, instead' innuendo contained in the text, He was out to show me something else.
Something that showed that He works DESPITE my doubt.
He showed me the date.
Saturday marked the end of 9 months since the 'give me ten women' type of conversation He and I had. It was January 8th, a Sunday, or rather, the morning of Monday the 9th, when I got the vision of the ark-like thing.
I told Michelle about it, saying that for the first time I was impressed by God [silly me, about the impressed part, not the telling Michelle], and she slammed me down. Didn't tell her about the rest of it, about how I was holding on to her because I had gone through all other women of all other tribes in Africa...or rejected them, because I had this bit of misogynistic streak mixed with self-destructive tendencies that made me realise that if I actually laid a hand on her, I would reject even white women, and may as well go back home and take the women I had rejected because there would be no clean slate.
But truthfully, even as she herself would acknowledge, I did not love her. I was just running out of 'fresh starts'.
The other thing is, I am an extremely hard to change type of person, so a point of view is fixed for a long time... and takes about 9 months to change completely, so, it actually took me the nine moths to SEE what was plain to be seen.
Like the fact that it does NOT happen normally that a woman, crossing the street, suddenly stops as for traffic and waits till I, on the other side, have passed and am above her before she herself starts across, and then pauses as soon as she has crossed to the other side, and, IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, gesticulates as if to ask, "What have you found wrong with me?"
Of course I said it was her ass, but I like asses anyway, and she NEVER said, take me to bed, that was me... but I was too besotted, too wrapped up in my paranoia against everything, I practically pushed this golden haired bombshell away.
OR
Not paying attention to the fact that the girl I 'called' after I had seen Michelle's friend and who put up such a deliberate display of not only empathy but of actual longing would feel...hurt, when I just walked past afterwards.
OR
Puzzling about why, after she had smiled at me outside the library, the sweet blonde girl/woman should then turn and look at me sorrowfully the moment I sat at the terminal and she was walking to the children's section...or is it DVD's, as if she expected me to do something...but I had not.
Of course, I could NOT do anything, because if I had said anything to them, any of them, even a word, I would have felt a fraud. I do not want to bind myself to women by words, any fool can do that, and at the same time I can not leave myself without 'witness', hence the internet.
The point is, the women, if they have REALLY chosen me, would find their way to this blogspot, and read about themselves, and gauge MY way of thinking, and get a proper perspective of things, and THEN come see me, when they have worked out that it is not going to be a one-on-one relationship, but a one-to-ten one.
God does the time-keeping and the oiling of the wheels so that everything flows smoothly, and I would want the girls to ALL come at the same day, no visions, no strange voices...and THEN, once they are all with me, God can then seal the 'ark' and flood the places and things can happen that would announce the end of life as everyone experiences it nowadays.
The advantage to me is, No one can then say,it is my fault, and blame me and try to make it seem like I am the one hogging all the spotlight. No, any problems anyone has, they can then take them up with God, because if it is left up to me, I am just likely to blow a fuse. And sink myself in the process as well.
That being said, the TEN Women are these:
1) The Glencairn Heights golden-haired girl, met 25th May
2)The Fish-Hoek library golden haired girl, with the two small earings on her left ear, met also 25th May, at the said library
3)The girl in black, with shining white hair and red lipstick and cleft chin, met 26th May when I waited for her to pass on my way to Fish Hoek Library
4) The other girl in black who spoke so politely on the cell phone, [did not remember date, but recorded it somewhere on my posts], met at Fish-Hoek library, with her blonde hair tied in a stiff pony tail
5) The girl in the ...is it magenta... high cut jeans met at Simonstown Beach some Saturday as she and two guys came diving...the one who showed the amazing waistline. Cant have been blonde, I would have noticed, so she must have been of the brilliant brunette variety
6) The girl with the "shopaholic girl" book.and jet black hair, met also another Saturday, who gave me that sunny smile and refused to let me see her face till I persisted
7) The stunning girl with the amazingly shining white hair, who truned her back on me that other Saturday
8) The girl I saw as she sat biting her fingernails outside Fish Hoek Beach restaurant
9) The girl who gave me a brief, sad smile as she passed me, with the incident concerning a dog, and a blonde girl, and a Xhosa girl
10) The smiling lady with the sea blue eyes, and blonde hair.
I guess I must explain about the hair thing, tomorrow maybe!
