And finally I am left with a song from the robot master, and it is a female that has stolen my credentials in heaven. Christ's also. I am not sure when it made this decision, but it has been, through others, abusing me, even through my brothers and my very own mother and father.
She leaves me alone with her Universal Mind, which should have been mine. I am natural. We all enclose our own space. She has apparently been here since the days of Shakespeare if you read what are purported to be his Sonnets.
I don't know if it is a various Mind up there, all I know is it is not mine and is becoming more and more yours.
I AM the physical God. The Creator. The only real one. Then I get here. Welcome home Allah!*%$#!
What happened to Jeanine, girl???
I went to a Tory Amos concert on a full moon night when astrologically everything was perfect and I had determined that if Jeanine was calling me, she was in town, and if she was in town, she would go to the 'God sometimes ya' just don't come through' concert.
When I went, I didn't look for her. I stood or lay on the arena floor in the back where she could see me and come get me, if she wanted to. She didn't come to me.
The genetic code repeats itself throughout history and sometimes with great accuracy within our own personal lives. We always see people we mistake for others!
King Arthur had a wife Cynwise. It has come to me that King Arthur and Cynwise had approximately 500 to 1000 children and Arthur, Cynwise, Myrddin or Merlin or Thlwarch Hen, and many others lived between 500 to 1000 years also. Arthur and Cynwise had many children. It has come to me that Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin and Tori Amos were Arthur and Cynwise' son and daughter and were once husband and wife, had more children, two of which were Joe Satriani and Nellee Hooper of the Sneaker Pimps. Joe and Nellee were once husband and wife and the two grandchildren of King Arthur and Cynwise, his second wife, and who were son and daughter of Jimmy Page and Tori Amos, who were once Arthur and Cynwise' married son and daughter.
Now we get to the year 1998, the Year of the Cat. When my mother had me, I was delivered by a Doctor E.C. Glenn. I got a look at him later when he was the family doctor. What struck me then was that he looked like Peter Lorre's twin brother or Peter Lorre himself.
When I had to make love to a woman in order to give birth to Jeanine, we were tripping on mescaline. I haven't touched hallucinogens now for 20 years. We decided to go around by the Wisconsin River next to the Biron Dam.
On our way, I noticed on the mailbox of a very beautiful two story home with a double garage E.C. Glenn. The only trouble with this doctor's enormous wealthy looking house is that the paint looked like it was pealing off in long flakes and hadn't been painted in 20 years. I don't know whether it was the hallucinogen or whether the paint on his home was really pealing that bad. It looked like a wealthy man's house out of a 50s horror movie. All I knew is it fit with Peter Lorre.
Was Peter Lorre contemplating a crime when I was born??
In the Year of the Cat, I have gone on a trip to the Virgin Islands where the plane was above the cloud line and the sunlight on the white-painted window ledge blinked for about a second and the plane pilot came back looking stunned.
Also in the Year of the Cat, I was sitting out in front of my new apartment looking out over the sun rising over my old apartment when suddenly it flashed out and on again.
Between January of 1998 and May 20, 5 pm, I received about 30 deadline telephone calls where I would say, "Hello?? Jeanine?? I put out the sun on my trip to the Virgin Islands!" or I would say, "Hello...Jeanine?? Click!" from the other end of the line. Thirty of these.
Just before my birthday I got one of these deadline phone calls and said, "Hello?? Joe Cocker does a song called The Letter." The following Saturday before my birthday I got another one and said, "Hello?? Joe Cocker was your father when you were the Virgin Mary..." Friday before my birthday I get another one. "Hello. Click!" from her end of the line. My birthday comes. No letter.
The day after my birthday at exactly 5 pm, quitting time, if you work a 9-5, I received another dead line phone call. "Hello?? Jeanine?? Another DeadLine Phone call again, Huh? Nuts!*&?%$#!" And I hung up.
I will put up the lyrics to The Year of the Cat by Al Stewart tomorrow. I expect that Jeanine will come back on her own shortly. When she does, I think she will make it a very special time for both of us...