Don't You Hate it When God, Knows You Better Than You Know Yourself! Man vs. Himself!
I don't find much competition, between myself, and the rest of you, but, me against myself, that is another story . . . in fact, I find something very righteous, about not having money, kicking the shit out of law enforcement of all flavors, colors, shapes, and sizes! Beating top Salt Lake City, Utah law firms, sending their top partners, to court against me, wearing thousand dollar suits, styling shoes, brief cases, and the latest high tech, aids for court . . . me wearing my gifted, bling flip-flops, Danskin black pants, $13 max, and equally cheap shirt, a red power jacket, I got from a thrift store for $5, hair cut at some beauty school, for about that same amount, and going into court and pulling out both high powered, six shooters, and using the law, and a resume from Heaven, to blast holes all over this guy's chest, is just so damn fun! Move over, Annie Oakley, you got competition, girl! But, the fact, that I am not taking money for my blog, allowing my enemies, to take it, hoping, that they are stirred in their hearts, and use it for noble means, for lack of me wanting to manage that much money! Totally righteous! Oh, hell yeah, God!
I am your number one, disciple, me and Paul, who have both been beaten, shipwrecked, imprisoned, beaten, blocked in our attempts, to save souls, you with Ceasar's, guards getting chained to you, with you preaching the gospel, to them, and them learning the power of God, and a bit of yours too, seeing you are a man of the letter of the law--like myself, a Roman citizen, demanding his rights before he dies or goes to prison--me too, in the same way, all the fuckers, the NSA, CIA, FBI, and all, who have to read my blogs--trying to block me 24/7, chase me, attempt to kill me, much as they did Paul, have to see your power, God, and they also get a bit of mine on the way . . . no harm, right, that I get a bit of the credit, claim, at least the part of me, that I did on my own . . . I know you gave me scholarships, that I never finished the paperwork for, in my undergrad, when all I wanted to do, was stay home with my kids, and make chocolate chip cookies, didn't ever dig the shopping shit, and all that, What Women Want, Mall Rat Shit, but time with my kids, hell yeah, you took that, put your hand around my neck, and forced me to finish college, when I wanted a break, and yeah, you gave me the dream to go to law school, but I followed you, so, that negates your part! Sorry, not really, but I had to attend, take the tests, read, whatever, study for the bar . . . I know I loved it, and I had great jobs offered to me, positions at three universities, as adjunct faculty, and passed the bar exam with little effort, and I am grateful . . . but seriously, this being part of the body of Christ I can dig, but letting my fake, bimbo headed, T&A, sister, the fucking flight attendant, pose as ME? Are you fucking kidding me, even if it helps your work go forward, she couldn't even attend seminary, in Mormon Utah, and I read scriptures from a young age, never let a boyfriend or friend come over, so I could go in the mountains, and study your word, graduated from seminary with 5 years, rather than the normal 4, and even spoke at seminary graduation, my junior year, with all the seniors! Come on!
Moses is Denied Taking the Children of Israel Into the Promise Land--That Sucks, is Not Fair, and I Protest!
Okay, so, that megalomaniac Paul and I have a lot in common, so do me and the Old Testament, Jo(b), having everything taken, inflicted with sores, I had psoriasis, the sorrow of psoriasis, is a common statement, but after I learned it was stress related after getting it twice, when my kids were young and while I was in my undergraduate education, at Weber State University, college in my days, just crossing over, inflicted for 6 months each time, I decided that there was nothing i this world, worth getting that stressed about again; therefore, to the chagrin of both law professors and Utah Attorney General, Administrative Staff, really thought I took that no, stress thing to the extreme, as did the courts, I am sure, but, hey, I got to the United States Supreme Court, and they didn't, very righteous!
But, Moses, and I also, have something in common, our tempers! When Moses, got finished talking to God, through the burning bush, and the finger of God, wrote the 10 commandments, as the children of Israel, were not have a very righteous, raucous and wild party, down in the wilderness with a golden calf, dancing, fornicating, drinking and frolicking around, so when Moses, came to present the stone version of the 10 commandments, he got so pissed, he threw them as I recall, and they broke, or was it that he took his staff, that he turns into the serpent, and struck the rock, that was to give water . . . details, details, details, but anyway, Moses has a righteous tempter, just like I to . . . I am infuriated by injustice, abuse, mistreatment, misinformation, oppression, slavery, etc., but the tempter goes hand in hand with that stuff! I want to go ape shit, and scream, my fucking head off!
For some reason, I think, the violations of the law, justice, right and wrong, should trump my temper! Surely, God, will see, that both me and Moses, are pissed for very good reasons, and not just because we can't control our tempers! I consider myself, a very rational thinker, and I don't explode for any goddamn, stupid reason, in fact, I would kill some of these people if I could, I want them skinned, hung, tortured, burned, shot, or, if none of those work for you, God, then just fucking put them in prison forever! I can handle that, and that is the way I feel about my family, the government, the Mormon Church, the courts, the cops, the prosecutors, and the judges, my clients, my friends, who have all taken bribes . . . and you don't fucking think they deserve this, for what they did to me, and what they have done to my children, like stealing my son's music, fucking with jobs, with lives, with step-children, using the system to abuse, to frame, to intimidate, to falsely accuse, and generally, laying those stumbling blocks in their paths, not by your hands, but by fabricated, manipulative, intimidation, breaking them to the point, they would turn on their own mother, to survive and care for their own families, and I forgive them and their fucking spouses, that were hand picked by the goddamn, FBI dating game, and maybe this will all come out in the wash, and I have faith, that you have always been faithful, helping me, but I have always tried to make the best of this fucking, shitty work, done by agents of the master of lies, deceit, crime, blood and horror, terror, and orchestrated secret combinations . . . because I believe in what God intended . . . the song I am listening to!
And seriously, you want me to stop being enraged by what you, yourself, I would imagine, are furious about? You get pissed, and wipe out the whole fucking world by a flood, starting over, you can part the Red Sea for Moses, but you can't fucking fix the computer, that just ditched, buried, stopped, froze my blog, that is there for love not money! And you, would do to me, what you did to Moses, trash him, because he had a temper? REALLY? You are God, and you can't control your temper, Christ threw the money changers out of your temple, and all I want to do, it take them, the money changers, in the courts, and the normal list of suspects, and who grind the faces of the poor, hurt the widows, the fatherless, and you are going to fuck me for that? Are you kidding me? I don't think so, and turn my blog over to some numb-nut sister, who couldn't write one of these blogs, taking credit, stealing my intellectual property, that I took the time to enhance the natural gifts of intelligence you gave me, the raw material, but worthless, had I not said, YES, to college, to law school, giving up my houses, cases, legislation, and all, hanging on to this one thing, as a means of contributing to society, using my knowledge, my skills, of communication, writing, law?
@#%&***@#########*****&&&&&@@@@@ SCREAM! I WANT TO KILL YOU, GOD! Don't worry, God, is used to this with me, my rage, my anger, my aggression, and my swearing! Like the President, he has veto power over me, whatever I do, he can either choose to save me, through grace, or fry my ass, and the later is more what he is feeling about me, I am sure, but I am going to get to the bottom of this! I just can't believe, that you, God, are not as crazy, as me and Moses are at the shit people do, when you are not looking, up trying to communicate and do what the burning bush is telling you to do! What did you expect Moses, or me to do? For God sake . . . I fucking just had to publish early, NSA, fuckers just woke up, so the daily battle is on . . . as it is, 24/7!
One thing God, can't accuse me of, is being, neither hot, nor cold . . . so I guess he won't spew me out of his mouth! I am pissed as hell, hotter than hell, and ragingly so angry over this I can't even speak, so I will have to write, this blog, is one thing, it is therapeutic, for sure! This is called, a self help blog!
One thing God, can't accuse me of, is being, neither hot, nor cold . . . so I guess he won't spew me out of his mouth! I am pissed as hell, hotter than hell, and ragingly so angry over this I can't even speak, so I will have to write, this blog, is one thing, it is therapeutic, for sure! This is called, a self help blog!
God Knew Full Well, How to Maximize Pastor Levi's Message Yesterday!
In the symbolic system, God and I have worked out, since the time I was poisoned, in 2000, and told that I would die, the equivalent of the complexity of the federal tax code, contained in my head, with neither God and I missing much, other than when I could take his instructions, either way, and he generally makes the best of my interpretations, but as I walked from the Samaritan House Shelter, none the less, to Fresh Life Church, and just as I was rounding the corner to the church, by the way, I am grateful for the shelter, but they are in mansions, from my money, a bit hard to take, regardless of my, normally, cheery personality, adventurous nature, but a red Suburban, year 1993 to 1998 make, with white being the color of my sister's suburban, and one of my symbols for her, but the red, is a power color, the color of fame, in this scheme of symbols to me, that God gets, but sometimes, I am not quite sure of his directions, but I do my best, he can read my mind, so he has the advantage in this relationship! Not funny, God, just sent a red Suburban past Playplace windows in McDonald's, my office, down Idaho Street, to rub this lesson in, and make sure that I am getting his point! I am not in a joking MOOD, God!
Okay, so when the white Suburban, goes by, I know that Rachel is getting credit for what I write, as she did being me, for the photo shoots, for the Brock case, and others, as I would guess, or one of the other T&A girls, so, even seeing a white one, bringing up the thought of her, makes me want to kill, I am so fucking mad, the poorest representation of me, other than looks, alleged twins, even though her headlights, fake, are stuck so far into a man's headlights, that his brain is affected! The scriptures say, that boobs or paps as they are referred to in the scriptures, New Testament to be exact, are to be used for giving suck to children, which is what the purpose of mine have been, other than some pleasure on the side, here and there . . . so for following Christ's thoughts on plastic surgery, I am getting dinged, when all I would have had to do, is stick a set of fucking fake orbs of silicone in my breasts, and I could have gotten further in life, than doing all the studying, learning, clawing and scratching, fighting my way to the top of the legal world, the blog world, etc.? AND THIS IS CONSIDERED THE RIGHTEOUS PATH?
Ladies, of the cloth, I expect some respect, some help, at least a vote or two on my side! Holy Shit! So, needless to say, I am so furious, raw, real and relevant, like Levi says, these are two points of anger for me, if you are getting my gist! But, for God sake! My blood is boiling, before I even get into church. The music calms me down a bit, but usually, I am there, 100%, and getting into the worship, the great words, praising a Jesus Christ, I fucking love, for saving my sorry ass! But his father, I am not so sure about! I try to placate myself with the excuse for the Heavenly duo, that they are, in fact, men! Where is my Mother in Heaven, in Proverbs . . . my 30 bright years struggle! I need some help here, MOM! WISDOM! I wish, twice, I just typed, the word, will, so maybe she will weigh in on this bull shit male attitude! For God sake! Like the law, we need to feminize Heaven! I good woman is hard to find, and you are going to dis someone like ME? The scriptures say, that a man/woman will be judge by the intents of their heart, mine is pure! So, I have a bit of anger with the pure intent, deal with it!
The thought enters my mind, well, she is humble, kind, sweet, even . . . and you . . . well, hell yeah, she is, she was nothing, before she became ME! Guess what song in on, We are Family . . . I Got all My Sisters With Me! Yeah, it is my whole fucking Mormon big ass family, that are claiming all that you inspired me to be, and they stole it! The cover of People Magazine, or one of the trash, grocery store tabloids, we are just getting our share of this world's delights, here is our golden rule, this is our family jewel, WE HAVE FAITH IN WHAT YOU DO! Part of the song! Scream, yeah, they have faith in what I do, and what the other sister, does to steal, lay in wait, kill, destroy, etc. Perfect, listen to that song and you will get the drift, lazy ass bitches, with a fucking set of parents, that have learned who their Golden Child is, ME, and their rule is take all that she makes, does, her kids, and we, socialist . . . life has just begun for me, for me and my family, LISTEN, holy shit! The song tells it all, I have had honors and awards my whole life, is God, taking them from me, and giving . . . we are family and we are just starting to have fun! I got all my sisters and me (Shelley!) The family welfare, Queen, figured a way to get out from under the shining light of her baby sister, ME, and just wait until I create and then steal it!
One of my symbols for Shelley, is Brook Shields, yeah the movie star, who rode to fame, being a fucking thief, rat, bitch government snitch, turning in her ex-husband and mafia boss, giving the state of Utah, Division of Security, yeah, the ones I sued, so of course, they are going to come back to a sister, with other sisters, looking like me, to set up a sting, op, to take away the case, with daddy, having been investigated 5 different times, on securities fraud, so the only clean one in the family, is getting slammed by the goddamn, state of Utah, and their state sanctioned church, along with Mitt and his Mutts, the CIA, FBI, NSA, loyalists, who just can't stand, President Obama, who I am for, and whom likely have met a sister or two, and two attorneys, Kay and Kelley, jealous, professionally, as hell, as ME! And I am suppose to be calm about this, GOD? What the fuck? On the cover of People, or one of those magazines, as you check out of the grocery line, has Brook Shields on the cover, with the words, My Men, My Mom, My Crazy Life!
I am sure, that is what she has been screaming since I was born, a short, 13 months after her! I stole her mother's attention, I stole her responsibilities as the first child, from her abdicating that position in the birth order, usually, the successful one, due to watching younger siblings, and being mommy's little helper . . . she had her head buried in a book, all her life, totally left me to take on the characteristics of both the first and second child, the responsible, wild child! Second children, generally, get out from under the shadow of the first child, their control, by going the opposite way, and rebelling against the oldest child's bossy attitude, doing the parent's bidding . . . Shelley, was a no show, so I was the one who cared for the younger children, cleaned, worked to help my mother, babysat, with mom checking me out of school, to watch younger kids, while she shopped . . . Shelley would just sit in her room and read!
I didn't steal the birthright, as Jacob did from Esau, with a mess of poridge . . . she, as Congress did with the President, on immigration, abdicated and gave up her birthright, as they have! Any true leader, will, step in to fill the void in leadership! I am a true leader, and so is President Obama, when there is a need, a leader fills that need, helping the people, or the little brothers and sisters, as I did! As my career, grew, my credentials, my honors, my cases, etc., the jealousy grew, spreading to all members of a family, I had little to do with, from 5th grade on, seeing God as my parent, and the community as my family, much as it is now! I checked out, not being a product of my family, their materialism, their arrogant Mormon beliefs, their power hunger, rarely, if ever, even taking credit for my work, letting co-workers, get all the credit, giving them the opportunity to go get awards from President Clinton, for the manual, that was my brain-child, just asking the more experienced prosecutors, to join the work, and receive the reward, never guessing that they would take credit, much, like the niavity, of trying to help, Rachel get a job as a receptionist, at Brock's office, or Shelley, taking on a project, that I had no interest in, introducing her to Brock and crew, enabling the, never dreamed of, connection, with Shelley and the securities division, from years earlier, fascilitating the deal, the steal, and the hostile take over of not only my federal e-filing account, but my cases, in the processes, teaming with other, equally jealous attorneys, and ex-husbands! Sorry, side bar!
Pastor Levi . . . We are All of the Body of Christ . . . It Should Not Matter Who Gets the Credit. Really, After I Wrote My First Blog on Christ, With a 30,000,000 Uptick, You Started a Blog, and Mine Dropped Back, Not to Pre-Christ Era Blog Numbers, of 122,000,000, But to First Week Blog #'s!
Don't get me wrong, but, connecting the dots? I tried to give the benefit of the doubt, but my blog is slapped down to roughly the 2,000,000, which is where it was the first week, reaching 13,000,000 by the third week, and they only get better? With more news on a world basis? And every once in a while the numbers swell, to huge, but still way below what they were after a few months, with the top, being !55,000,000, twice in one day? A few weeks ago, the NSA, or Shelley, hacker bitch from hell, must have slipped up, because, while writing about Shelby, Shell BY!, don't I wish, I broke through the NSA/sister/father, 24/7 surveillance filled or gravity field, and hit, 95,000,000 for 64 seconds . . . back to my earlier numbers! Predictable as hell, the money changers in the Mormon Temples, got control of the out of control numbers, Daddy Warbucks, Ed Southwick, his brother, and closest confidant, Shelley, who has had her ass on a computer, since the day they were invented, with a little help from guys who worked for, or still do work for the government, allegedly her men . . . dream on sis, only as long as you are useful in fucking me over, they just get their cut, through you or the other easy chicks! LOL!
I can't prove anything, but the coincidents are uncanny, but, I would venture a guess, that Levi, is a clubby of the in crowd, still love his lectures, I dig smart, and will still listen, even if contrary to my interests, just to learn . . . but, he fits the profile of a club member, benefiting from the pay roll, of the Southwick inner circle. I was shocked, or really not, when I was attending Fresh Life, formerly Skull Church, and I learned that Levi, was actually in Salt Lake City, when he got the inspiration, to change the name of the Skull Church to FRESH LIFE CHURCH? Wow! Coincident, fresh young preacher, being brought or recruited, as the Mormon Church is losing members, but not money, and JoAnn is attending that church, pointed messages? God, forgive me if I am wrong, but he is kind of my bad list right now! My typo, just wrote, the word, not . . . indicating he is not on the pay roll! Good because I like him . . . hate the others!
Of course, the foot can't do without the head, the finger without the hand, etc., just as in the body of Christ, we all need each other, Levi preaches, I blog, the lighting crew, lights, and so forth, I fully get it! And credit is not the point, it is enemies, that are the point . . . it is not the money they get from the blog, it is stealing my intellectual property, that came with a price! So, as with the lecture in Ephesians or Phillipians, another Levi lecture, I had issues with God on, reading it three times, and hearing him say, I will use both, you and Shelley for good, yours will be unto salvation, and her's to perdition or outer darkness, and she is pure EVIL in my mind, as are her co-conspirators! I finally handled that one, sort of, but that is only if she, Shelley, and her ilk, burn in hell! As I left church, and was continuing my discussion with God, after the sermon, a fucking red Suburban, pulled in front of me, again, as it had in the parking lot, before church, was this God's sign, that Rachel will get credit for all my blogs about him and his Church? Anger again . . . I don't need a fucking reminder, they are stealing this blog!
So, the old work horse, show horse analogy? I would think God, you would be better than man?
God, You Are Not a God of Lies . . . Or You Are Not God!
I remember a scripture from the Book of Mormon, that God would cease to be God, if he were a liar; therefore, my argument with God, not unlike my arguments with man, use scripture to bolster a case or idea, if the person is at all religious, and with the Bible topping the top 10 books, on the New York seller list, always, since it started, that is more persuasive with non-Mormons, but with the rest of the religious crowd, the Bible is the weightier authority, and I use that, preferring of all, the teachings of Christ in the New Testament . . . I just wrote, Tea . . . a symbol of Kay, the little tea cut, because while, my husband, before he became her husband, and she became another JoAnn, of whatever spelling, she offered him tea, I told you my brain was complicated, and it takes God to get it, and work with me, so Kay is the one, claiming my Bible writings, Book of Mormon, Rachel, who didn't give a rat's ass about religion, until her late 20's when she got married to a non-Mormon, Christian Hickey! I won't claim him, but he is part of the Southwice Clan, friends and in-laws, or better outlaws! Criminals, but Chris is a useful idiot, and on the pay roll! I have turned my cheek, offering the other cheek, more than 70 times 70, we are reaching infinite numbers right now, one for each blog hit, result, whatever you want to call, it . . . the only ones, and I am not diminishing my delight that you have this blog flagged, but the only reason, this blog has not disappeared, is because they just can't get rid of the regulars, the ones who read me all the time and about 1,750,000 have since the first day, so a few have been added, many familiar with my, CASES! Whatever!
Paul, In a Letter to the Romans, We Can Lie, If It Gets Converts! WHAT?
Yesterday, after a great Thanksgiving dinner, after a great message at the Crossfire Church, a humble preacher, personally called of God, serving a very necessary and good group of people, bikers, homeless, and widowers, you know, one of the pure religion guys, having been 4 years to prison himself, great man . . . and satisfied, both in spirit and body, walked home, to be assaulted by God, again, but this time with a white Suburban, indicative of Rachel, again, but at least it was white, not the power, fame color of RED! For that I was grateful, but an unnecessary reminder, upsetting my overly satisfied belly! And to make matters worse, one of my other signs, symbols, and message methods from God, as I am walking, a car parked next to the curb that said, THX SIS . . . REALLY? Are you just rubbing this in God, or what? This whole symbols thing, started because I would not pray, still am no humble enough, so God works with what he has, I turned to him after being told I would be dead by 2002, with no cure, and no one with the rare, alleged brain disease, nice label, for a smart female attorney, who took the government to task, and a nice fall back later, as McGovern, how this stuff can follow you, no matter what you do! Because when I didn't die, my family turned the terminal disease into a mental disease, how convenient! The diagnosis for all seasons!
Connecting the white Suburban, Rachel, the real, not the power version of her, me, I am sure will, sarcastically, say to big sis, Shelley, who got her into the crime world, promising her, through government connections, they would never be caught, with just one sister, to handle, a crazy bitch at that, and the whole Mormon contingency of FBI, CIA, and now 30,000 NSA spies all taking orders from government headquarters in Salt Lake City, masked as the Mormon Church, under the direction of Mitt Romney, bet he will be the Republican's nominee, the writing is already on the wall! Just watch, a run against Hillary! Or, it could be a thanks to me, for letting her feel what it feels like to be me, but I doubt it, Rachel, does at least have a conscience, and might actually take a deal to save her and her family, but Shelley is a psychopath, sociopath, and will not bow, until forced! Allegedly her son, Jesse, is dead, but she would pay that price!
Within the First 5 Chapters of Romans, My Favorite Book, The Answer? Lie!
God's intent, is to covert as many people as possible, to his gospel, and I guess, not what I would have thought, being the principled gal that I am, driven by right and wrong, truth and lies, choosing the good over the evil, even when it hurts, as it does in this case, but always, always, always, ultimately wanting to do what God wants me to do, with me saying on the way home, thinking I won the argument with the God Can't Lie . . . you are right, he will cease to be God, but he is okay, as Paul said, with us, lying for the greater good, or more converts! That is the way the Apostle Paul, my role model, or former role model, presented it, hey, if we lie a bit and get converts, to Jesus Christ, saving their souls, then we have done the greater good, therefore, it is the preferable course of action. Maybe?
I closed the scriptures at that point, having to let that one digest a bit, just like the one, using both, but the one to salvation and the other to perdition, but his one is a close one. Sharing the claim, glory, credit, is the least of my worries, but getting to Justice if my goal . . . I have survived, giving them mercy, by not suing them for a billion dollars, in the same dirty federal court, that took the Brock and Cheek cases from me . . . so what is the point, but I could to a hate crime, civil rights case, going back to DC, but it is a 70 percent chance, it will land in the hands of a MORMON agent!
My Ego & Brain, Are All I Have Left God! Like the Young Rich Man who Came to Christ, telling Him, he had Done all these Works for the Poor, the Needy, and What More Could He Give . . . Christ said, Give ALL your Money to the Poor, and Come follow ME! The Young Man Walked Away . . . Yeah he wants it ALL! I will have to think on it? LOL!
P.S. there are at least 5 open widows on this site, to log on to the wi-fi, here at McD's! I guess if they can't block me before, I publish my blog, they are going to divide it before letting me publish, all down the page, for the last few log on sessions, there are about, 5 that I can see, ditto's of the Get Connected, click, with all of them opening when I open, so there are the divisions, scanning the material before it is written, making it look like, 5 other, about right, IP addresses, actually wrote this blog, division the spoils among the sisters, the Santa Clauses, who handle the bribes and get to shop til they drop, NOT MY THING!
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