Yesterday evening I was talking with the maintenance man about birds, specifically pigeons who are crapping up the sidewalks in front of St. Joes, and we talked further on about the seagulls and sparrows who shouldn't be eating all the bread the homeless men throw into the parking lot and then I said I'd love to see some hawks and eagles and R. said they're around but we don't see them much. Two minutes later standing on the fire escape looking East I saw a red tailed hawk perched on a light above the entrance ramp to the 490. I took a photo and ran to find R to show him. Wasn't he pleasantly pleased? A coincidence, my friend, but don't ask me what it means.
And the Bible is full of verses attesting to the spirit world and how they are not only buzzing in our ears, they do take hold and enter and sit. I read on-line from two psychologists who agreed that up to 80% of the mentally ill are not crazy, they're entertaining other spirits who have found a home to roost.
I already believed this when I discovered the spirit of Abbie Hoffman and dozens of other spirits of Jews fleeing Chico's head when a 2700 year old shaman banged a Tibetan gong for three days in my apartment. What surprised me yesterday were comments made by two in the hospitality room. Spirits who had settled in after these individuals unknowingly opened their souls and thus entered a plethora, it's hard to know really how many, but they knew (know) my days may appear to be very limited here.
"You don't fit in here" A homeless man said to me when I did not allow him to unplug someone's mobile phone while it was being charged so he could plug in a large floor fan and sit in front of it. What a thing to say, you don't fit in here. The man was not completely there, mentally, and maybe I am reading into this one, but I got goose bumps because it really seemed someone else was in his head. Someone who knows our future, albeit in brief.
We cleaned up the hospitality room and as Theresa was leaving I said see ya, have a nice weekend, she said, "See you, probably forever." What does she know about my search for work elsewhere, I've never said a word to her. Could she have been talking to someone else? That is possible, though I have been extremely discreet with one other person who I know hadn't spoken to her, but she assumes that by the next time we meet, next Tuesday, we will not meet? I will be gone? She will be gone?
The woman is a wonderful person with large suitcases of issues going on in her life and I have no doubt there was a moment when her soul opened and some rather brutish and mischievous spirits entered her. Not all spirits are demonic, but we are to question and we are to discern who they are and where they come from and do they acknowledge Jesus as God. I asked this question to my 2700 year old spirit who never responded, and who never lets me know personally if he is still with me, and he has never let me know when my soul opened and my original spirit left. Nyiman said this happened but gave no specifics. That is distressing when I think about it but not right now will I think about it.
So, what to do with all of this? I don't know. The spirit world knows something is going to happen but like I've already seen, they are not always, ok, most of them are never right.
Friday night, a quiet one, I wait for answers elsewhere. Yesterday I also drank far too much coffee and helped wash and fold bags and bags of sheets and pillowcases which were taken by Linda and Yue to a women's shelter. In the cleaning I was attacked by bedbugs, an unholy trio of bites swell on my back. The weather has changed dramatically from mid awful nineties to mid pleasant forties. I must remain intact tonite.
And the Bible is full of verses attesting to the spirit world and how they are not only buzzing in our ears, they do take hold and enter and sit. I read on-line from two psychologists who agreed that up to 80% of the mentally ill are not crazy, they're entertaining other spirits who have found a home to roost.
I already believed this when I discovered the spirit of Abbie Hoffman and dozens of other spirits of Jews fleeing Chico's head when a 2700 year old shaman banged a Tibetan gong for three days in my apartment. What surprised me yesterday were comments made by two in the hospitality room. Spirits who had settled in after these individuals unknowingly opened their souls and thus entered a plethora, it's hard to know really how many, but they knew (know) my days may appear to be very limited here.
"You don't fit in here" A homeless man said to me when I did not allow him to unplug someone's mobile phone while it was being charged so he could plug in a large floor fan and sit in front of it. What a thing to say, you don't fit in here. The man was not completely there, mentally, and maybe I am reading into this one, but I got goose bumps because it really seemed someone else was in his head. Someone who knows our future, albeit in brief.
We cleaned up the hospitality room and as Theresa was leaving I said see ya, have a nice weekend, she said, "See you, probably forever." What does she know about my search for work elsewhere, I've never said a word to her. Could she have been talking to someone else? That is possible, though I have been extremely discreet with one other person who I know hadn't spoken to her, but she assumes that by the next time we meet, next Tuesday, we will not meet? I will be gone? She will be gone?
The woman is a wonderful person with large suitcases of issues going on in her life and I have no doubt there was a moment when her soul opened and some rather brutish and mischievous spirits entered her. Not all spirits are demonic, but we are to question and we are to discern who they are and where they come from and do they acknowledge Jesus as God. I asked this question to my 2700 year old spirit who never responded, and who never lets me know personally if he is still with me, and he has never let me know when my soul opened and my original spirit left. Nyiman said this happened but gave no specifics. That is distressing when I think about it but not right now will I think about it.
So, what to do with all of this? I don't know. The spirit world knows something is going to happen but like I've already seen, they are not always, ok, most of them are never right.
Friday night, a quiet one, I wait for answers elsewhere. Yesterday I also drank far too much coffee and helped wash and fold bags and bags of sheets and pillowcases which were taken by Linda and Yue to a women's shelter. In the cleaning I was attacked by bedbugs, an unholy trio of bites swell on my back. The weather has changed dramatically from mid awful nineties to mid pleasant forties. I must remain intact tonite.
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