The Making of Firestorm Omega, Part One

 

Diary Notes

Recently moving to Texas being a spiritually awakened Sagittarius man, I am given to find reason in my being here. Looking at their religious buildings and realizing that the term “mega-church” was invented here, forgive me for thinking my presence was needed on a spiritual level. I wanted none of those thoughts.

Cowboys and religion… no thank you.

Before going forwards, we should go backwards a bit as it seems time for some opening up here. Seems important to reiterate on a stage of my development confessed somewhere among these posts within the last two years. Would have confessed it earlier but it did not register. People for a long time either have a problem with the way I talk or get a kick out of it. Even been asked if I talk this way all the time. Yeah, mostly. As a child until about 2nd or 3rd grade, I suffered from a speech impediment making it difficult to speak. Pathological stuttering caused teasing and laughter from both family, associates, and friends. Unless you were afflicted with something similar as a child, you cannot imagine the torment.

Frequently I torch public education in blogs or whenever I get a chance. However, it was special work with a speech pathologists provided by public school that relieved me of my affliction. I learned to speak slowly and properly. Speaking properly as a black person brings on another set of social problems One suspects that the same people making fun and laughing at my affliction as a child are the same people having a problem with my proper manner of speech today. That young life makes me skeptical of everyone I meet still.

My family was middle class but it was next to ghetto life. One gets accustomed to living by lowered standards. Some of my brothers and sisters went on to successful professional lives while others got caught up in the usual drugs and alcohol eventually dying early. They were all driven by our church mother to be God loving Baptists.

There must be a God because being raised in a large family by a Baptist church mother did not turn yours truly into a God-fearing man. I believe even though I went to church regularly until about my junior year in high school when football consumed my Sundays, that I was an atheist even though the term was not formerly introduced until college. Only a higher power could explain this mentality. Life will find a way to overcome. Today I am of course an awakened to new-age spirituality or Paganism worshipping nature and the universe.

So then, I lament public education but it had an important and positive impact on my life. I spoke out against religion as an atheist even though now knowing it played an essential role in my eventual spiritual awakening. I was groomed to be a living paradox to understand a paradoxical existence.

Now, let us return to the Longhorn State. I was told not to come here because of all the rednecks and racism. I heard those terms again after coming here. Texas has a reputation preceding it. Still, a living paradox under stars of Sagittarius operates in a different world. Should try not to be poetic here but we shall get to the heart of the issues no matter my literary wanderings. Some people go through life protected and guided by powerful spirits. I invoked spirits of and associated with a great freedom-fighter and American forefather, Thomas Paine by affectionately taking his name. I have lived and walked alone unharmed through some of the toughest neighborhoods and greatest ghettos in America. Skid Row, South Central LA, Hells Kitchen NY, Harlem, and the Bronx color my coming of age resume. Texas registers on this soul as just another stop on the journey.

As a teen I was lucky to live for a short while with a family introducing me to Filet Mignon and dipping Artichoke leaves in melted butter. I have owned many cars and gone long stretches without a car riding the city bus. Rented apartments and rooms during my lifetime. Love brought me close to marriage twice. I have been homeless several times and am homeless at this time. SSI/SSID pays only enough for a room or government assisted rental.

For the first two years of my entrance into Texas I lived in Houston and drove rideshare while collecting SSI and rented an apartment. It seems only people who grew up in Houston like it. It appeared tops on a list of worst cities in Texas on Instagram that caught this attention. So, I eventually found myself in Fort Worth or what they call DFW.

I sit homeless here now because finding a decent room to rent seems near impossible. All of the rooms rejected were operated by black folks. Don't remember any whities showing me a room. Homeless shelters are the worst I’ve seen and so are the people who run them. Let us remind readers of my homeless shelter stays in Skid Row and other cities. So, this is what it feels like to be down and out in the Republican state of Texas.

Today, I understand why I had to go through this part of my life. It was important to see the very lowest of the low. I understand. I sympathize.

Part Two

If a person could find and harness mythical or astrological power of stars and planets guiding him from birth, Uranus is no joking matter. Destroyer of worlds, builder of worlds, tidal waves, tsunamis, earthquakes fall under the father of the Titans.

Seeing mega-churches of Texas, I am given to wonder why spirit brought and keeps me here. If you read my book or one of my blogs, you know my mission involves extinction species humanity and preventing it. You would know the solution to this problem hundreds of thousands of years old is a prescribed matriarch society. You might wonder why a matriarch society would succeed where others have failed in the long history of our planet? Somewhere in my blogs or book the answer remains. Code name Firestorm Omega speaks volumes when one understands E=MC². Spirits prepared me over lifetimes for this mission and to be in Texas at this time for good reasons.

Enlightenment, epiphanies and the feelings associated I like to explain by quoting Apocalypse Now and Marlon Brando. Like a silver bullet right between the eyes. I was waiting for a bus at one of many stations here in the DFW and became witness to a man having psychotic episode like nothing I have ever seen. Did I mention living in Skid Row where the crazy are paid? Be that as it may, watching this man roll on the pavement screaming into the air for several minutes created a shift in my universe. This is why I am here in Texas, to shift into a new world.

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To build a new world, we must first destroy the old world. In time humans will calm down and adapt. All peoples unable to adapt to the renaissance and changing new world go the way of the dinosaur.

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Is it the universe lately that nudges me toward going live on Tik Tok, joining the craze, the growing number of cellphone influencers? Am I to rail against the horrors of the police state living in Cowboyland USA? The police state is not particular to Republicans or Texas. Still, it seems to fit them a little better and looms in the atmosphere here. There is corporation stench here as well, legalized evil. We come to burn it all down making way for fresh new life in beauty. If and when I go live,  I sing the matriarch society and return of the goddess.

If true freedom for humanity means choosing between two roads before them representing Republicans or Democrats, the choice is to build a new road. That is why I am here, The matriarch society is our new road to true freedom and spiritual ascension. Why this matriarch society succeeds where others failed is because spirits did not send Ghandi, Buddha, or the Dai Lai Lama to do the job. They sent someone who has spent time in jail and is capable of matching the enemy blow for blow. I understand the code and will reach into darkness. Humanity deserves better than to be ruled by talking monkeys.

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If only I could get through a mission update without mentioning sisters of Sagittarius. Tugging on emotions from the depths of hell, I am helpless to move away. Now, there is another who has a role unknown. Should even one of the sacred sisters enter the party and a cosmic shift begins like no other. As time goes by, I come to realize they need not awaken in this lifetime.

Awakening is painful and probably dangerous for them given their immediate circles. Sacred sisters simply need to get on the path. Each hold different keys to the future and one paradoxical lock waits on the edge of time for destiny. We simply have never seen such an event on this planet. It is the spiritual equivalent of what the CERN physicists are doing smashing atoms together. The difference is spiritual participants indeed have a spiritual base from which to begin and end. CERN scientists are like monkeys given a loaded gun. They need a cage or a saddle. Sacred sisters need to understand they can fly and start exercising those wings preparing for a fantastic journey.

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Mission progress continues not at a speed in which I choose but one showing potential, hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Even though lonely stands pat, an occupational hazard, a quiet drifter hitching a ride to anywhere, the search for power in suffering continues. Lethal to human monsters with nowhere to hide, perhaps the next tears to fall will be tears of joy.

Firestorm Omega, out...