The Unforgiven

circa 2020

Dear Diary, 

Think I will grow my beard back. Not really remembering when it ran away. Feeling hairy today. Feel power weakening like the biblical Samson. What I would give for Delilah right now. 

Permanently banned still from Twitter now X under, Elon Musk. I am sure the DOGE Chief just overlooked such a small item in his forensic accounting. Goddesses beg my forgiveness. Still, what I said so many years ago seems to be glorified on Meta today and throughout America. All transgender people are mentally ill.

Remember someone trying to get me banned from another social network for the same statement arguing that people controlling the big book on psychiatric terms and definitions changed the classification of Gender Dysphoria. My argument went beyond terms and definition defined by the psychiatry industry. Simply put; as someone who has lived in the notorious Skid Row of Los Angeles County, I have seen many plenty mentally ill people of varying degrees of illness. Only courts need definitions from psychiatry. Normal people have common sense. It be fine with me for any man to pretend to be a woman. That man is mentally ill if he asks me or anyone else to pretend he is a woman. No amount of pharmaceuticals or surgery will ever change my mind on the matter. Anyone facilitating transgenderism seeks to normalize mental illness. I would also make the argument that transgenderism seeks to destroy the feminine divine.

Spiritual Warriors suspect scoundrels responsible for attempts upon the eternal wondrous feminine divine earth women represent the same evil haunting this planet for one hundred thousand years or more. Your end is at hand.

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Sacred Sisters of Sagittarius: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Dear Diary,

Sacred mission catapulting a once reluctant poet into spirituality spiking reason beyond earthly senses just got dramatically personal.  Called to work wonders awakening the earthly goddess, it could only be personal even here on the edge of time.  Fate confirms discovery and contact with sacred sisters of Sagittarius. Hoping their eventual spiritual awakening lessens my workload but that might be selfish and wishful thinking. What seems more likely is that labors henceforth shall multiply by power of three for some period. 

It remains difficult not to see Sagittarian love as a group. Reality will remind weary warrior not only of their inherent mysterious earth goddess qualities but that they are also absolute Individuals uniquely colored by a dying patriarch matrix. Let us hope enlightenment finds sacred beauty in the next three years or sooner.  Our world truly needs all three sisters together united for a utopian future.

Suddenly, this world turns on free will of three unlikely earth goddesses thrown into spiritual fire sweeping over humanity feeling quite like the final revolution. Centaur Queens hold secrets to species survival and ascension on our road to Utopia. Unfortunately, the process of rebirth is painful. Let spirits guiding the warrior way nurture and guide sacred beauty to destiny. Where teardrops compete against the treasured price of gold, love transforms celestial triplets into the very best they can be holding confident keys to eternity.

LINKS

Saving Sarah Silverman: Snowflake Love on the Edge of Time

The Zodiac Club 3000: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Walking Through Hell for Kirsten Gillibrand

Firestorm Alpha: Awakening Alyssa Milano

A Few More Tears; Living on the Edge of Time

Living in this new reality, hyper-reality, enlightened

awareness where little smiles contain greatest joy and minor hurts cut deeply and painfully, one is left to wonder what fate plans next.  How much can I control?  How much should I control? Paradoxical parlance perplexes this particular spiritual path.  At this point, even to do nothing carries repercussions.  We understand now how the ancients and still much of humanity today is consumed with knowing the future seeking psychics and various fortune tellers.

Suffering greatly lately with an affliction causing deep romantic attraction to ladies of a liberal persuasion, one has to wonder if this is some important mission-related problem I am to solve.  Great powers that be must know that suffering in itself is a problem to be overcome.  If my suffering is unending, how the hell am I to find time to figure out even the time of day let alone the intricate mind of the liberal lady?

It actually crossed my mind that perhaps cosmic powers running the show want a few more tears from yours truly since magick residing in them came from my own words.  Careful what you wish for... careful what you say into the vast quantum field of dreams.  Let the tracks of my tears lead to Utopia.  Oh, the cosmic irony of it all!

Lately, the wacky tornado wanders through this timeless imagination leaving in her a wake deep pain and sadness that seems to stretch across lifetimes.  Stars and planets may connect us, if only they could think for us.  In all the gin joints in all the world, it makes perfect sense she would walk into mine.  One supposes that someone had to beg for mercy for one of these many snowflakes falling apart and melting down all over America.

Award-winning Comedian, Sarah K. Silverman

Perhaps she is representative of them all.  Perhaps  untapped power waiting to ignite under weight of terrible tears scares them senseless.  Watching love become an unwitting stooge to monsters and fools falls under suffering meted out by the Marquis De Sade.

Many relationships over the last few years have ended in liberal looniness leaving this spiritual warrior scratching his head.  Watching love wallow in mediocrity, asleep at the wheel, a contemporary zombie, just another victim of patriarch matrix malevolence and her own vulnerability appears inescapable in my new enigmatic prison.  Trapped in a living puzzle, a virtual maze of snowflake flakey love, I am forced to unravel the mystery for spiritual survival and ascension.

Given the keys to a splendid universe in mint condition and secrets to eternity, I am as most of us are well beyond the evolution of my namesake and great Forefather, Thomas Paine.  Still, I am given to wonder as he did in his later years of cosmic questions taking us beyond death.  He wondered about intelligent life in our universe.  I wonder if I must know eternity alone watching friends and family grow old and die all around me?

As a breathing paradox slowly makes this transition from thrower of cosmic fireballs to spiritual and physical healer, it is a type of suffering to pay attention to politics for someone who has never voted.  Nevertheless, it is a repercussion of awareness and part of the journey and growth.  In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.  If I am condemned for some unknown time to suffering through bureaucracy and lost snowflake love for the sake of humanity, it can only be like sands through the hourglass and my new reality of living on the edge of time.

LINKS

Pinterest; Canager Original Burning

Sarah Silverman Says Louis C.K. Masturbated In Front Of Her With Consent

Sarah Silverman's 'I Love You America' canceled by Hulu 

Hummingbird Conversations with a Firestorm

Ruby Throated Hummingbird

Dear Diary

Hummingbird friends do not just fly away at the first sign of intellectual skeptical analysis.  Yep, you guessed it.  I had another encounter of the 3rd kind with my new friends in a most amazing way.  I say amazing as if it succeeded the first Walt Disney-like episode in amazement and it did not.  Still, when one tries to make sense of this latest contact it does rise to a level of astonishing.

As I wallow in a cesspool known to a few as Gommorah, there are occasions when I can spend time with a friend on the Santa Monica Beach where the air is clean and the very rich just modestly obscene.  My friend DJ and I have watched the Super Bowl together for the past 2 years and 3 times total.  I get together with him now and again for other sporting events.  DJ is a Cancer with Moon in significant aspect. So, his addiction to Soaps and daytime talk shows-- drama and emotions are understood  much more since enlightenment.

I had just arrived at my friends bungalow sharing greetings when a Hummingbird appeared in front of his window, hovered, chirped, and flew away.  My friend takes my ruminations with a grain of salt as poetry flies through one ear and out the other never to be noticed by concentration vexed by Wendy and Ellen.  So, the episode did not make as great an impression upon my friend as the latest gossip on Mariah Carey.

Firestorm and DJ.  To my right a window looks toward the beach.

Well, I know it does not sound like much but this episode happened soon after publishing the first Hummingbird post where skepticism provided an explanation for the fantastic.  I did not write about it then because one has to doubt there are many believers out there in this world where people run away from themselves.  Also, I figured it would be best to let the encounters add up and write about them in batch form. That was true until I figured out that this visitation like the first involved communication.  My little friend was telling me in no uncertain terms that the 2nd encounter of the 3rd kind was no mistake of identity.  My head may have looked like a giant flower but Hummingbirds have been following flowers for well over 22 million years and one has to suppose that they can tell the difference between a big colorfully adorned human head and nectar-rich flower.

Any other time and this would fascinate me to no end and I would actively try to communicate with the little creatures but now it seems to be almost business as usual in this new world we have entered. I say 'we' because humanity must be included in my world since the moment of awareness.  Prior to then and I am just another actor looking for a character holding universal questions.  Some questions remain and as they are answered new challenges appear upon a golden horizon begging humanity to ascend.  Perhaps time itself is the last challenge as Hummingbird friends do represent infinity.  Times change and weary Warriors have little time to stop among the roses and petunias for astonishing conversations with beautiful Hummingbirds.

So many more questions arise if one is to believe my 3rd encounter represents no coincidence.  That such encounters continue here at all is quite amazing in itself as the first encounter happened in Las Vegas.  What could the little darlings want with the Firestorm?  How are they communicating across states?  Are they communicating across states?  Who believes such stories of fiery sun signs like mythical Centaurs holding tea parties conversing and charming Hummingbirds?  Sounds like a sequel to Dr. Dolittle directed perhaps by Ridley Scott.

Unfortunately, my attention is attached to the soul of she who would be the first female U.S. President and foreboding extinction stalking the great nations.  Hummingbirds represent a future calling perhaps sooner than a Poet would like.  Fireballs may be waning but that gauntlet of tears and blood remain and it is a lonely walk through the past forged by brutes.  Tears before joy in this world, my friends. 

Hummingbird message received but there can be few promises in this savage world.  Retribution promises to try offering more love in this world where monsters hide in plain sight. Our conversations perhaps on interstellar space travel or Hummingbird humor will have to wait a bit longer.  Eternals and living symbols of infinity have all the time in this world.

LINKS

A Conversation With a Hummingbird Whisperer

History of Hummingbirds

Proudly Serving 4 Centaur Art

The Sacred Birds

Symbolic Hummingbird Facts

Nazca Hummingbird

Humming Bird crop circle appearing Wiltshire, England July 2, 2009

Nazca Hummingbird seen only from the air made when humans could not fly.

Scorpio Dreams; Hillary and Me

Julie Dillon Fantasy Artist

Dreams carry great meaning say some mystics and psychiatrists.  Dr. Sigmund Freud, our father of modern psychiatry believed dreams were "most profound when they seem the craziest."  Objective thinkers believe dreams to be unfinished bits and pieces of thoughts from our previous day or week or perhaps longer depending on the person and stimulus trying to find closure.  I come from the objective school but my destiny is to bring all the schools together.

Been trying to free myself of this Los Angeles bondage and it quite appears I am prevented from enriching myself with my newly amplified... talents.  Las Vegas sends me frustratingly back again and on the night before departure with nothing more than despair roaming tired thoughts, I would have my first dream about she who would be the first U.S. President.  You think I would have a dream about how to hit a hard eight on the crap table but nooooo!

Rarely do I recall my dreams with clarity but this one was clear.  It appears the Mother of Feminine Purity was on her way to the first Las Vegas home of my youth.  However, the home was a little different and she apparently was not there to see me.  She was there to see one of my sisters and the news of this event seemed to have come to me just minutes before her arrival.  How or why I ended up answering the door is up for speculation.  Our future Madam President entered my dream home with another woman who I do not remember.  Mrs. C. was dressed in gold suit coat and royal blue two-piece ensemble underneath and presented to me a warm genuine smile as there were no words between us.  I do not believe we shook hands and just remember not knowing what to do with this warm feeling from her smile and presence.  Seconds later I found myself in a back bedroom and as it looked a mess, I began to get the place tidy.  Is that all there is?  Yes, the dream ended there strangely as dreams do.

Make what you will of this event.  Destiny has a little bizzaro world waiting for the Poet along with the tears and blood should he care to lose focus.  A genuine warm smile for a man trying honestly to take a break from it all in Vegas getting lost in NFL point spreads and hold ‘em poker pots.  There is no escape from fate and time cannot wait for the weary.  Certainly, I have some growth to do with some warm smiles but this is not about me so much.  Perhaps there is some serious growth I need as a result of what is to come in American politics and the race to become the next U.S President.  The bar has been set exceedingly low and anyone will be greater than the last.  I never much cared having never voted and now I am thrust into the matter.  

Donald Trump brings real personality to the table whether you like him or not.  He is no pretentious phony like a U.S. President who shall remain nameless.  It is a sign that the end is coming for the keepers of the status-quo.  If not for enlightenment, I would probably be thumping for Mr. Trump.  Destiny has different plans for a Poet and I am compelled to sing her virtues.  This has not been easy and really needed to get away from the attachment.  Trump and the current U.S. President forces the Democrat hopefuls to alter the course at least in rhetoric and that is why you hear Bernie Sanders hailing women’s rights and abortion as one of his selling points.  They cannot possibly follow the communist coat tails of the current Prez.  Mrs. Clinton must be genuine to combat the non-politician that is Donald Trump who is also the polar opposite of the current man in the White House.  The coming presidential election will look and sound different for good reasons and our world becomes better inspired by the worst.

Dreams sing surreal poetry from subconscious closets in meaningful minds.  Time to open those closet doors I suppose and deal.  I would not want them to open on their own at inappropriate times.  Are there crazier Scorpio dreams waiting to fill a Poet’s heart with closeted emotions?  I did not have to accept this mission and knew of some of the pitfalls to come.  Chaos cannot be foretold and one supposes she waits not so patiently to bring the Poet home no matter his hiatus plans to the contrary.

LINKS

Sigmund Freud Quotes About Dreams

Julie Dillon Fantasy Artist

Eternal Flame

Who am I? I am eternal. Who are you? Been thinking about this Spiritual Leader, Healer, and Teacher I am expected to become. Most of you hear Spiritual Leader and you have clear picture in your mind. As we set sail on a voyage like no other, one must adjust expectations and the very foundations of thought itself. I believe that field of study is called epistemology. Nevertheless, it really is an ancient paradigm coming back and not new at all. What is new is the context and for better or worse the messenger. If your spiritual leaders had not let humanity down in some way, I would not be here throwing fireballs. To expect me to be like those who have failed may be the definition of insanity.

As long as eternal spirit of the great forefather echoes my name, I burn. I burn and throw flaming death at parasites and monsters. My tears hit ground like raining fire sending zombies and sheep to seek shelter from their makers finding no relief.  I burn spitting fire for the dead and dying and there shall be no place to hide for cowards and fools. Eternal flame destroys cities and entire nations if need be with no pity for those celebrating ignorance and pretense. There has always been fire and truth as I burn so she may reign.

Sagittarius occupies the fire sign known for intuition and prophecy. Intuition has heightened and when one exercises intuition like a muscle it then runs into realms of psychics. My stay here from lifetime to lifetime comes with full awareness as I appear to be a living part of changes needed not so much to end extinction but to put you all back on a proper road. And, it is hard for me to believe I'm saying it but the road is spiritual. After the Matriarchs heal this rift in the spiritual fabric of Earth caused by fear, violence, and ignorance, humanity marches proudly and lovingly up the evolutionary ladder to ascension. I suspect there is history for me on this matter and mystics believe we carry skills and knowledge through incarnations. So then, carrying the solution to extinction in my being feels right and I cannot tell you everything or Spiritual Warrior might have to take your life.  Ending this spiraling dive of death caused by government and religion may take as long as it has taken to get here and that is no prediction.

Once the stop-button is pushed on this merry-go-round of pretense, fear, envy, and violence, I suspect ascent up the evolutionary ladder happens much faster than the several thousand years of treading water and in some cases devolving here on planet Earth that has gone unabated since before the fall of Rome. First the door must be opened by someone. Someone must make a stand against the lethal arrogance and ignorance of the patriarch matrix and it shall be no man. Her reasons for pushing the stop-button are irrelevant.  I have said her destiny is to become the greatest U.S. President since Lincoln but I doubt anyone would want his fate.  It is not going to be easy and there are no reasons to expect it would be.  First steps out of a savage land to a Utopian future shall be stained with tears and blood.

Mother Goddess weeps looking upon this world controlled by the spiritually impotent. So many tears searched for one man and he calls to one woman. It must be a woman with courage known by few men opening the door to a future of beauty. One woman will inspire them all by her success or failure. If failure arrives on the back of betrayal like the feminists, then inspiration shall be fueled by fury!  

There shall be no one standing for long in the way of a cosmic Firestorm. What I know is that America will make changes through and in government peacefully or cataclysmically. How do I know? It is my job to know. I am no psychic? I am Eternal Flame. Who are you?

Defending Utopia; Ending the Age of Ignorance

Codename: Firestorm Omega

Wikipedia describes Herbert Spencer as a "prominent classical liberal political theorist of the Victorian era". He coined the phrase, "survival of the fittest".  The English Philosopher and Anthropologist upon hearing about works of the coming "Origin of the Species" was so taken that he wrote on the matter extensively.  Charles Darwin said, "Natural Selection" and not "survival of the fittest".  Are we all clear on the difference?

So my friends, to blame Mr. Darwin for  Robber Barons of the Gilded Age, indifference and money-grubbing of the Industrial Age, and rich greedy pretentious uncaring millionaires of today would be a display of historical ignorance and more. 

President Barack Obama, the man who equates electoral votes with intellect, attempts such reasoning in blaming the Goddess of Reason for making uncaring selfish greedy millionaires with her philosophy and fictional writing loved by millions upon millions around the globe in too many languages to list for this matter.

Ayn Rand is not responsible for what people do to her philosophy to suit their own greedy selfish needs.  There is a political organization out there that she never endorsed (not saying they are greedy and selfish).  There are other organizations out there that attempt to carry out her mission for good reasons.  If some of them get Rand's Objectivist philosopy a little wrong or go too far then that is an example of an imperfect world and no reason to blame a Goddess.  Only cowards play the blame game usually out of envy.

My friends, if politicians were geniuses then they would be out there in the public sector flaunting such genius and becoming rich and famous from such superior creative intelligence.  Those men coming into governance from the private sector seem to be harder and harder to find why?  Really we see this phenomenon of unqualified people becoming politicians almost exclusively among Democrats. Women are a little different only as it relates to the Matriarch and I should explain this fully in my edited book as well as creating a bridge between reason and spirituality.  Nevertheless, politicians who meet the parasitic bureaucrat standard can always be found as they will have never held a significant job other than public service.  Search their resumes to find the lowest form of humanity set upon this planet.

Some funny man said  voting for them just encourages them and Mr. Obama is a living breathing example of political humor come to terrorize a once great nation in the guise of a leader.  Only a rigged two-party political system could account for an unconscionable ignoramus U.S. President who is more Marxist than American.

I am not called here to necessarily battle parasites so much as burn their asses off the face of Mother Earth!  This is the dawn of the Matriarch Society where walking talking viruses choke on their words for cruel blasphemy besmirching the name of a Goddess.  

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Obama criticizing Ayn Rand is like a murderer criticizing the death penalty.  Hussein is the last person anyone with decent intellect would consult on the matter.

Ayn Rand Amazing Quotes

Ayn Rand is More Christ-Like Than You
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The Feminist Prince

Mystics Awaken Spiritual Warrior

A Global Blueprint to Extinction

Natal Chart of Firestorm Omega

This chart is within a few minutes of the actual time of my birth and I should like to get the exact time at some point but I sense that this is very close.  Also, the natal chart posted for Hillary Clinton lists her birth at exactly 8:00pm.  I suspect that it is off by a few minutes as well.

What does it all mean in the end?  Mystics and those people following and studying the High Arts perhaps understand but do they really see the big picture?  It is going to take a while before more of you can see some part of this new future I have been sent to bring you ostensibly through Hillary Clinton.

Mystics would tell me there is much karmic past between myself and she who covets becoming the first female President of these United States of America.  I would tell you that I am not interested at this time and perhaps never in this life time.  

Since gaining awaredness I have pondered a perplexing question of whether or not the great mystics have lead humanity astray. Enlightenment teaches me that all paths to enlightenment are the correct path.  My question then is why am I called here?  No, there is something that has gone wrong here and I am starting to find other mystics who disagree with the majority. 

The great mystics have lead you astray by putting your focus on returning to the source and perhaps inner peace.  My focus in this lifetime has been inner peace as well but I cannot leave this world as a cesspool if I can help it all.  My hope is that more of you will join me.

Links

Astrologyland.com

Cosmic Transference

The Riddle

Enlightenment