The only way I can ever achieve anything is if I have an answer to the lifelong contempt I have suffered, at the hands of specific women, chief of whom is my mother.
It makes no sense, for example, to try to throttle the women, because it would justify their contempt, and my conduct with regard to the women would forever mark me as an ineffectual man.
But, I can not just let the matter go, because there will for ever be a gap, an unadressed issue that will continually trip me up as long as I try to get up and go.
If anyone is still in doubt about the issue, let me put it all to rest. I AM Lord of the earth, and over all that breathes and walks et.c., I HAVE dominion, and not by any democratic consensus.
Even a fool will realise that the things I say could not be just made up, that God is the One Who has conferred on me this absolute power, and even as, everyday, I try the least palatable solution to what I perceive to be His ... demands... [rather; 'conditions'], I realise that everytime I settle for these perceptions I sell myself short.
Like yesterday, when I came up with the 'source of the cloud that does not bear water' as meaning that all that keeps me fruitless is a search for virgins.
NO, that is not true.
At least, not totally. What I gave out was a partial solution, an offshoot.
The answer is; I was waiting for women who would answer the contempt of my mother, Michelle, the various women who have made me feel small and cheap, women who would, from the beginning, RESPECT me.
The thing is, I have now realised that, as I have the power, like God, to speak and have it be so, now I use that power to call the ten women my heart settled on.Women who would, by being themselves, be more than an answer to the ridicule of fools, used up and useless empty shells, like Michelle
I summon the ten. ALL. Tomorrow. At the one place which even in apartheid times was not noted for any racial discrimination: Long Beach, Simonstown. My own back yard, where I have for a time now laid my head to rest.
From the startlingly blonde little one with the sexy ass who stared so directly at me, at the same beach, I knew that, night or day, this woman would always 'see' me;
...the grave Germanic-looking maiden in black with the red lipstick who fixed her gaze on me and would not have walked before me but for the fact that I 'told' her to;
...the forlorn silver-haired girl who sat biting her fingers at the Fish Hoek Beach restaurant, who also stared so fixedly at me, as we both agreed that whatever troubles she had were smaller than me;
...to the polite blonde girl in black, with the cute ass who 'broke her cover' to soothe me when I was irritated by another woman's harsh voice;
...to the other blonde girl who, if she had been a child in a womb, would have 'kicked' the moment she saw me walk into the Drop Inn near Site 5;
..to the girl out for a dive who preferred to show her back [sexy ass, my word], in trust and then dissociate herself from her companions because it mattered more to be alone than to be confrontational;
...to the girl who had the book, "Shopaholic Girl" who 'saw' my interest so clearly, and yet did not treat my regard lightly but showed her amzing intuition by deftly defining the most important thing...my need to be accorded respect;
... to the other girl with startlingly black hair and black attire who, despite circumstances, preferred to lean on me and appeal for help that she may rest
...to the golden haired woman at Fish Hoek Library who would not be taken as on par with the other golden haired woman I met earlier in the day on 25 May, but showed herself off, and won my lasting regard;
and finally, to the amazingly sweet blond lady who melted my reserved as nothing ever has, someone who made me realise that I wouls not look for any more, after these.
Then we will see each other face to face, and they will have evrything fully explained to them.
because when they come, I will take them for myself, and thus begin to take over the earth, and govern, and make a place for myself to rest.
So, as I summon them, I do so with the codicil that they will be leaving their homes, for ever, and taking up residence with me. Not of course, on the beach, but as I have already explained.
THEN, the day after, two things will happen.
One is that there will be a tsunami in Alaska, that will drive out the inhabitants, and Two is that there will be a flood that will wipe out The White House [ I hate Obama, and have decided he will die in that] , the Pentagon, the building on Capitol hill, or whatever it is where the government seats. The person who will be left in charge must be the one person who is not a fan of Obama's administration, the current Secretary of State, for the obvious reason that women I overlook. If a man steps up to take over control of the nation, that will be very...provocative.
As I said, I am in charge. Now, you will feel it.
It makes no sense, for example, to try to throttle the women, because it would justify their contempt, and my conduct with regard to the women would forever mark me as an ineffectual man.
But, I can not just let the matter go, because there will for ever be a gap, an unadressed issue that will continually trip me up as long as I try to get up and go.
If anyone is still in doubt about the issue, let me put it all to rest. I AM Lord of the earth, and over all that breathes and walks et.c., I HAVE dominion, and not by any democratic consensus.
Even a fool will realise that the things I say could not be just made up, that God is the One Who has conferred on me this absolute power, and even as, everyday, I try the least palatable solution to what I perceive to be His ... demands... [rather; 'conditions'], I realise that everytime I settle for these perceptions I sell myself short.
Like yesterday, when I came up with the 'source of the cloud that does not bear water' as meaning that all that keeps me fruitless is a search for virgins.
NO, that is not true.
At least, not totally. What I gave out was a partial solution, an offshoot.
The answer is; I was waiting for women who would answer the contempt of my mother, Michelle, the various women who have made me feel small and cheap, women who would, from the beginning, RESPECT me.
The thing is, I have now realised that, as I have the power, like God, to speak and have it be so, now I use that power to call the ten women my heart settled on.Women who would, by being themselves, be more than an answer to the ridicule of fools, used up and useless empty shells, like Michelle
I summon the ten. ALL. Tomorrow. At the one place which even in apartheid times was not noted for any racial discrimination: Long Beach, Simonstown. My own back yard, where I have for a time now laid my head to rest.
From the startlingly blonde little one with the sexy ass who stared so directly at me, at the same beach, I knew that, night or day, this woman would always 'see' me;
...the grave Germanic-looking maiden in black with the red lipstick who fixed her gaze on me and would not have walked before me but for the fact that I 'told' her to;
...the forlorn silver-haired girl who sat biting her fingers at the Fish Hoek Beach restaurant, who also stared so fixedly at me, as we both agreed that whatever troubles she had were smaller than me;
...to the polite blonde girl in black, with the cute ass who 'broke her cover' to soothe me when I was irritated by another woman's harsh voice;
...to the other blonde girl who, if she had been a child in a womb, would have 'kicked' the moment she saw me walk into the Drop Inn near Site 5;
..to the girl out for a dive who preferred to show her back [sexy ass, my word], in trust and then dissociate herself from her companions because it mattered more to be alone than to be confrontational;
...to the girl who had the book, "Shopaholic Girl" who 'saw' my interest so clearly, and yet did not treat my regard lightly but showed her amzing intuition by deftly defining the most important thing...my need to be accorded respect;
... to the other girl with startlingly black hair and black attire who, despite circumstances, preferred to lean on me and appeal for help that she may rest
...to the golden haired woman at Fish Hoek Library who would not be taken as on par with the other golden haired woman I met earlier in the day on 25 May, but showed herself off, and won my lasting regard;
and finally, to the amazingly sweet blond lady who melted my reserved as nothing ever has, someone who made me realise that I wouls not look for any more, after these.
Then we will see each other face to face, and they will have evrything fully explained to them.
because when they come, I will take them for myself, and thus begin to take over the earth, and govern, and make a place for myself to rest.
So, as I summon them, I do so with the codicil that they will be leaving their homes, for ever, and taking up residence with me. Not of course, on the beach, but as I have already explained.
THEN, the day after, two things will happen.
One is that there will be a tsunami in Alaska, that will drive out the inhabitants, and Two is that there will be a flood that will wipe out The White House [ I hate Obama, and have decided he will die in that] , the Pentagon, the building on Capitol hill, or whatever it is where the government seats. The person who will be left in charge must be the one person who is not a fan of Obama's administration, the current Secretary of State, for the obvious reason that women I overlook. If a man steps up to take over control of the nation, that will be very...provocative.
As I said, I am in charge. Now, you will feel it.
