Living Stone

I praise You for I am fearfully
and wonderfull made
, goes a portion of Psalm 139, and well, I am still getting used to this ... kindness... of God, but I am getting the picture, if you get the drift. Of course you do not, which is why I KNOW that my stay around kalk bay will be very short, indeed. Who knows, maybe "by this time next week" meant that by Friday night I will be in the US. He certainly left no doubt about how unchanging His support is, on my way back to this damned place!

So, I walk, saturday, out of the internet cafe, and I am like, oh, fuck, I am not going to make it to cape town, and He answers, instantly, "you will make it", and I shrug, go sit, and without that much of a hassle, find myself, after another shower and a half hour letting my socks dry in the searing heat, in a truck, on my way to cape town, or more appropriately, to touws rivier, after which the guy woudl make a turn for ceres, and stay there till monday when he would go to blackheath to offload.
We stop at beaufort west, because the company the guy works for does not allow driving from 11pm till 4am, and so we snatch a few winks for a couple of hours, and by 07:30, there we ar at touws rivier, and a half hour later, I am on the next truck whioch takes me all the way to bishop lavis,as the guy turns for parow and you know what you find in that area, right? YEAH-SS, planes, because that is where the cape town international is likely to be found, and my first sight of the airstrip was watching the touchdown of a lime green twin engined jet, undercarriage down as it glided from over the sea, the wing tips raised to lower the counter-resistance against gravity caused by  increased  cross sectional air surface as compaired to the pull of gravity, and the wing flaps down to increase the drag of the air, and I was interested. I got the message.

But I confess to have been worried, because as I waited at lavistown train station, the fact that there were only TWO engines bugged me. i am looking at worst case scenario, as well as range here, and well, from my point of view I was like, what about the fucking four engines jets, do they not land here as well. I saw a SA airways flight, though, and while its blades were plainly visible, and not the turbo jet ones of today, it at least had four engines, and I was a bit relieved. A bit, though I am wondering of He thinks the advanced technology of a recent jumbo will be above me.
But, hey the reception committe when I did get here was everything I had thought it would be, well, almost. There is a curious thing though, that sort of egged me to come anyway. I had been frankly worried abiut where i would be sleeping, as well as what I would be eating. I was glad for example that finally I had sunk forever the... "friendship"... between me and vinnie, which had been a stone hanging from my neck for a long time, and I was not surprised that the bus people had called him, as I had predicted, and he was, as he told me, 'disappointed' which was good, because i kinda do NOT want to live up to anyone's expectations. Will not be seeking work or closeness near him, no way.
Besides, he is NOT the reason why I am here. I am a sort of remorseless, durable and unchanging... living stone. Nothing can male me alter my mind once i have decided, and the ONLY person I know of that can make me change my mind is me, once God has shown me the options. And I am here to piss off one person, then kill off everyone, and go. 
Anyway, when I first wrote about the daring plan I had in mind, I was hesitant, and then God showed me a vision where obert was walking away from me and saying, "i have not touched anything of yours", and I was pretty skeptical, because he would definitely have taken my nice ass-saving cushions and blankets, and all camp paraphenalia that made my stay on the ountain a bit tolerable.
Obert is in jail.
So, hmmm, he touched nothing of mine.
As for food, well, I have never lacked anything. YET
I slept like a log, nerves calmed by the ganja the second driver had given me, which I sorely needed in order to adjust .Now, here comes the interesting part. I knew that if one gives them fools time enough, they will twist everything to suit themselves, and so, this morning I did my usual walk to fish hoek, and just basically threw the spanner in the works. one thing I know they can not accept is that I am what I say I am, and that things will go MY way only, and that they can forget about God making me change my mind because He is the One who wants people out of the way. So, I was amused when that colured guy, the driver of mikes, that one with the runaway ears- of his kind, true, but his seem to have done it quite determinedly - drove by, top down, music blaring, IN AN SLK!
I do not even need to conclude much here.
I think I will not really stay long here. NO.

 OK, lets get this over with, I have a plane to catch.