Those Who Dwelt in Darkness...
Yesterday, I was, as usual, going up to Happy Valley to get lunch, and as i was about to cross the road, I happened to glance back, to check traffic, and I noticed none other than the little rasta guy, walking among the people who had just disembarked from the near-noon train.Didn't take a genius to figure out what he was probably thinking:- "This is the guy who once said he would be in Alaska by the 21st of October, and today it is the 3rd of December, and he not only is NOT gone anywhere but he is STILL a beggar, and he quit working with me for... what?"
Normally I would say he had a point, but then, these are NOT normal times, and it just so happened that his arrival on the scene made everything gell, and crystallised my hitherto uncommitted resolve.
Spent the whole night going back and forth over scripture and searching my heart to find out if what I am out to do is... what was promised as would happen, and found out that I am 100% right in my deductions.
eh, people, you should note, or have noted, by now, that I get to do what I want, but I was wondering what it would take to get me to be something more than I currently am, and the answer lay in the silver spoon vision, and the corresponding scripture that goes with it.
Because Isaiah 9 goes '
For unto us a child is born, unto us a child is given
Now to be ... born... is to be delivered from one's mother, yes? And anyone can see that, till recently, I had focused more on my mother's rights that I had put my own needs way out of the picture, and so, everyone and their uncle had walked all over me, till, of course, I started doing the one thing that is unavoidable with me... I got MAD. So much so that I forgot others' priorities and started taking things apart for myself.
Now, there should be 25 women [silver Jubilee and all that] that would say that I sprang up on them and showed myself as myself wothout their prior knowledge, and I had gotten to 24, and so, when I saw the fool yesterday, number 25, who would have been one of those I would have come back for after ... everyone knew of me... suddenly became the LAST one of those who... dwelt in darkness... those whose... choices... I overrule, and take for my own because I like it like that, to spite some or because they themselves chose me.
This lady runs the shop where the rasta guy keeps his lion at night [a dog sized wire and beads work] and she is a bit long in the tooth, but her face is unlined, her hands not gnarled and she does not have those blotches of different colour that most white people have when they reach a certain age, like rotting mangoes. No, she even has a nice waist, and I love those hips.
Funny thing, all the time I have known her, she never addressed me directly, yet if I spoke to her husband [i presume] and she happened to be around, she would most often answer. And the two make such a ... lovely... couple as they ascend the stairs after their day's work and walk hand in hand.
yeah, right!
lesson number one in body language:- proximity is inversely proportional to honesty:- if a guy always makes a fuss over you, then he is not only insecure and fearful, but he is hiding something as well. Men do not walk around proclaiming 'she is mine, hands off', unless they know that they are weaving a web of lies that they are fearful will be exposed unless, like a babboon after sex, they walk around after the female with their hand on the female genitalia.
Anyway, the lady fascinates me because she is the one sure way of shutting up the rasta guy, because I am NOT interested in harming him NOW, but i will do it AFTER I come and park the Hummer in front of him, and THEN I will bash his head in like I promised him.
And who says I will Not have fun with a lady like that? I mean, I was staring at her in such an obvious way most times that she MUST have noticed, and well, waht I want I take, and, since the FIRST woman was not arrived at by negotiation between the man and the woman, so I also do NOT need to say anything to HER, but just order her and every other one of the twenty five to come to me, and the only wayb for that to happen is for everything that I want that will prepare my way for me to take charge... to happen, at once.
And why NOW?
Because I grew up like a green shoot and we all know that to get to tree-size, and still be as if one is a sapling, and have no... hardness [i.e. resolve] is an unnatural thing, and the only way to ... dry... such a tree is to... pluck it by the roots.
I have left my mother. Now she, like everyone else, must answer to ME for her deeds, and, speaking of accountability, I have this to say to certain people.
Before I leave these shores, after obama's death and the flooding of Alaska, I WILL have killed one person:- the arsehole who DARED to cock his finger at me like I am a dog, and I WILL have broken first his insolent finger, then his left hand, and systematically broken every major bone in his body while he is still standing, and then killm him as ai promised. IN single combat. He can be armed if he wants to, but I WILL kill him.
And I will have kneecapped butt-head, because there is NO way I am walking away from the fool's behaviour towards me. The issue of his death I will look into when I come back, having given him time to feel pain in his right leg.
Now, another... side effect of being... plucked and hardened is... things are only going to get... worse for people, because there will NEVER be found any... softness within me, and I will only get... stiffer and stiffer. And unyielding.
Think on that, people as the END of the beginning arrives, and the beginning of the end commences.
What does the guy say in BLOODMOON?
"Have you noticed there is blood on the moon tonight?"
