LITTLE MIRACLES FROM GOD, MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE . . . DUCKS WARNING ME, I AM BEING HUNTED--FOR WHAT, OTHER THAN EXPOSING COPS AND OTHERS OF CLANDESTINE, DIRTY DEEDS THROUGH EXPRESSION OF MY FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS! YOU CAN TELL THAT THIS IS AN INSIDER'S JOB, BECAUSE THEY ARE TRYING TO APPREHEND ME IN PRIVATE, SECRET, WITH FEW TO NO WITNESSES, AVOIDING OPERATING WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THE LAW, AS PER NORMAL CITIZENS! SHERIFFS GOING UP AND DOWN, WHITE STAGE ROAD, STARING, SNEAKING BEHIND THE, MORMON CHURCH--IF THAT IS NOT SYMBOLIC, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS . . . SUPER 1 EMPLOYEES ARE ALWAYS GOOD TO HARASS AND JOIN IN THE GAMES BEGINNING--HEARING DEVICES FOR STORE CLERKS? REALLY? WALKING PAST ME 3 TIMES, STARING, MAKING SURE I STAY PUT, ROUGHLY 10:00 P.M., AND THEN SHOWING UP AT 4:00 A.M., WHEN I AM BACK WATCHING FBI FILES . . . ONE CALLED, "ABOVE THE LAW" ABOUT A HIGHWAY PATROLMAN, OFFICER OF THE YEAR, WHO PULLS A YOUNG WOMAN, MS. ROBIN BISHOP, MORMON SYMBOLISM TOO, RAPES HER, LATER KILLS HER TO COVER HIS CRIMES! IF THAT IS NOT TOTALLY SYMBOLIC OF MY SITUATION . . . THE COPS AND CREW COMMIT THE CRIMES AGAINST ME, THEN TRY TO KILL ME TO COVER THEIR CRIMES . . . I HAVE NOT COMMITTED ANY CRIMES, AND I AM JUST AS INNOCENT AS MS. BISHOP, AN ASPIRING ACTRESS, GOING FROM NEVADA TO HOLLYWOOD! GIVEN THE SUPPORT MY ENEMIES HAVE FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT, IF NOT LAW ENFORCEMENT THEMSELVES, THEY ARE TRULY ABOVE THE LAW, WITH FEW HELPING ME, THE VICTIM . . . GIVEN MY HISTORY, THE COP FLAVORS, ASSUME THAT IT IS I, WHO IS THE ABUSER, AND THEY ARE THE INNOCENT VICTIMS! LOL? THE ODDS AGAINST ME ARE THOUSANDS TO ONE! SHOCKINGLY UNCONSCIONABLE!

Communications with God, Who Saves My ASS!

I have often referred to God, as my Intel Man, and sincerely he is, and keeps me alive daily, warns me of impending danger, of ill gotten intentions, of sting ops, and that people, with ulterior motives, are scheming against me, and what, where, how, when, and just the course of action I need to take.  Am I always right on, taking directions from God . . . hell, no, but over the years, me and my God, have developed a trust, and a system of communication, that would convince anyone that he is our Father in Heaven, totally aware of our trials, challenges, and threats to our happiness and safety.  I could not make it a day without him, aiding and assisting me with direct, significant, symbolic, signs, that have protected me all my life, and he is on heightened patrol, during these last few years, with daily drama to attempted homicide, hits, and murderous intent on the parts of the thieves, liars, frauds, those who lay in wait to steal, kill and destroy me!

After and all night ordeal with the cops in Missoula, several months ago, with K-9 units, cops telling store clerks to call them if they see me, hunting me down at the hospital, setting me up at the Poverello Center, where I had been staying, using staff, who should be keeping my stay confidential, without warrants, or other such proof of wrong doing, that is checked every time, I stay for a few days, but after a hellish night, freezing in the January nights, with cops on both sides of the Clark Fork River, and the dog trainer, down by the river at 4:00 A.M., just moments after I had stepped on to the skate park, cement, taking away the trail the dog was following, but as I came out of at least that part of the night unscathed, and emerged out of the river area, near McDonald's, and the bus terminal, with tickets to book it out of town, I heard a curious sound, and what seemed to be, a new aid from God, letting me know, that after a horrifying night, I was safe, at least for the time being, and Me and God, had beat the cops--and not just a few of them . . . by him, seemingly, making the ducks laugh!  LOL!  And in celebration of coming out of the back side of the river, the less traveled, and not familiar to me at all, the lights on the bridge also lighted up, for just a minute, some spotlight, as if God was as relieved as I was, that I was okay . . . celebrating coming into the light, and the ducks laughing, joining in the celebration too!

The Sounds of Ducks . . . It is Hunting Season, But God Seems to Be Using Them, to Let Me Know, Many Times, That I, Also Am Being Hunted!

This morning, while I was over at Super 1, doing what tons of people do, sit and mess around on their computers, especially, being one of the only places open all night, for those of us, who have a bizarre lifestyle, and the nice cozy fire, makes a relaxing movie, even more inviting.  I have seen people sitting in the deli center, with tables, nice, bright windows, and plenty of room, sit and read the newspaper, work on the computer, talk to friends and family who are shopping, etc.--literally for hours, with or without purchasing much, which is nice.  But, as I was watching an FBI Files, called, The Model Killer . . . that would be my killers, like the model cop who raped and murdered, or the model killer--who murdered 9 very pretty girls, using the model bait, to lure them into his car and death, most people would think them to be stellar members of society--a mere illusion, with all the trappings of success . . . while, in my situation, losing my self-determination--due to the determination of the model killers, stealing my work, claiming it as their own, being worth a living fortune, but with none of it in my hands, they can pull off the model murderers, while I, truly a Law Abiding Citizen, being forced into homeless shelters and missions, eating at places like the Manna Soup Kitchen and Feeding the Flathead, with both serving amazing meals, better than you are eating I am sure!  I am the truly rich, they are the frauds; however, they are connected through the cops, the prosecutors, the judges, legislators, CIA, FBI, NSA, Mormon Church, to use all their powers to keep me down, and elevate themselves, using what I do, blogs, cases, legislation and all, being honored and renowned for my work!  But, in one of the FBI files, where all the girls were being tortured, raped, and murdered . . . there was a sign, with girls on it, and with the big sign saying, GO!

Generally, that would be sufficient, for me to get up, leave whatever I am doing; however, this morning it was cold, miserable outside, and not much was open to take the sting off leaving Super 1, so seeing the sign to me to GO, was delayed, if not outright objected to, by me, for a little while.  Then all of the sudden the guy, who had the an ear piece, receiving Intel from someone, as had the guy, in the HuHot outfit, a cop pretending to be a cook, also had this black, ear bud looking thing, getting directions, and being able to go into a big ass store like Walmart, going directly to the spot in the store, that I had never been to, and would never go to the gaming and play center, with them stating, so this is were you are at.  But, as was the case, with the events of the last three nights, if I stick around, I will see, exactly what God was warning me about, with little proof otherwise that, I am telling the truth, with my death being the only sure way to convince people of the truth!  That last option is not the one I want, nor do I want to be right enough, to allow them to kill me, while the attempts on my life are daily!

But, as is the case with these, seemingly clear warnings of danger, or to get out, the night, that I took the Great Clips smoking chair, hoping that someone, will return it, or someone from the store will go retrieve it . . . my intent was self-defense, not theft or conversion of property to my control, possession or ownership, God seemed to use the duck hunting analogy, with the manhunt or witch burning night I had the other night--letting me know, while sitting behind the brick walls, and fence of the garbage center, that I was sitting on the grey and beige stripped folding chair, that I use in self-defense, knowing I could not stand all night, but as I would get ready to leave, the ducks, out of the blue, would start quacking, warning me, I am still being hunted and they are close!  He would also give me signs, when it was safe to leave, and it was dicey . . . the trackers, were also using animal sounds to send each other messages.  At one point, I heard just a few ducks, but something massive, with many ducks, or maybe geese, as the case my be, but there was this massive gaggle of flying fowls, so high and so large, that just the few single quacks, became a mystery, moving across the dark morning sky, with so many, that the mess of birds, was rivaled by nothing I had ever seen.  Or maybe, God was warning me, that there were way more hunters than voices, and I would be shocked if I knew how many there truly were!

My God is An Awesome God . . . The Way He Works With Me Is Amazing!

And he will do the same for you.  I hope, that one thing you, reader, children, lovers, will learn from my story, as unbelievable as it is at times, is that God is aware of each and every one of you, to the extent of knowing your very thoughts . . . he knows when I am not getting his signs, and tries through other means to communicate in a way that I will understand . . . he is daily, my guide, my body guard, and so loving, patient, and tender in his care, under very trying circumstances!  I think the one thing that I have learned, through all of this, is faith, belief in his omniscience, omnipresent, and powers to teach, train, protect, empower, and help, on a second by second basis!  And for that, I am so grateful, beyond belief.  That one person, both significant and insignificant, is of so much worth to Almighty God, that he gives me step by step directions.  My cousin, Edward, my same age, gets mad as me sometimes, and says, why would you be do special that God would do the things you are claiming to do . . . probably, because I believe in him, always have, always will, with mounting evidence of his existence, love and watchful eyes, every second of every day.

For those of you, who are Biblical scholars, or have even read the Bible . . . Jesus Christ, himself, the Son of God, could not perform miracles, heal the people, in Nazareth, where he was from, because the people did not believe in his divine powers . . . isn't he the carpenter's son?  I believe that his active role in all of our lives, comes based on the faith we have in him, and the amount of trust, that we exemplify, by following him, in all things, which I try to do.  I challenge you to believe, what he says he can do, believe that he has the power to do what he claims, and that in doing so, you may change the hearts of your accusers, abusers, and even murderers, who can seem to get you . . . due to a combination of God directing me, and me following him.  I could not do this alone . . . the more I follow, the more, I trust.  Many times now, I just relax, because I know that God is running interference, helping me, unknown at times, make great and miraculous escapes . . . he didn't just deliver David from Goliath, or giving Samson the power to pull down walls, or give Elizabeth, an 80 year old woman, a child . . . saving Danial from the Lion's den, or giving him the power to interpret Pharaoh's dreams, saving the Children of Israel!  He is as alive and active in our lives today, doing, just as many miracles, today, as he did back in the days of the prophets . . . would to God, we all be prophets!

America and the World, Need to Stop Killing Our Prophets!

Have An Amazing Day of Rest--Sunday!

P.S., Officer Gwaltney, the California Highway Patrol, who stopped Robin Bishop, for a speeding offense, raped and murdered her . . . in the first few trials, two, I believe, Gwaltney, was found innocent, or the jury, who was interviewed, said, they just could not believe he could to the crime, seeing that he was an officer, to uphold the law, so they didn't find him guilty.  The FBI continued to go after Officer Gwaltney, knowing that he had done the crime and they wanted him, especially, as an officer of the law, to be held culpable for his crime, and didn't want him to get away with the crime.  Finally, in a civil rights suit, for violation of federal and state regulatory constitutional civil rights by an officer of the state, acting under color of law!  This was one of the first civil rights cases, the FBI or the Department of Justice had ever taken . . . Robin Bishop was raped with someone who respected law enforcement authority, she was compliant, which made her an easy victim. This officer, when he had his uniform on, he became a predator, and treated women badly . . . having pulled many women over, trading tickets for sex.  Gwaltney was always one step ahead of the FBI and other investigative officers . . . they finally caught Gwaltney in a lie!  His credibility suffered, he even cut off the gun barrell, to his gun, so ballistics could not been discovered.  Preston, Gwaltney's next door neighbor, a young man, testified the way Gwaltney, but there were problems with the time line.  There was a six month investigation by the FBI--they knew they had the right guy, and he was indicted to be charged under the federal civil rights statute, for violating Robin's civil rights.  Gwaltney had marked Bishop as prey, early in a local restaurant . . . Officer of the Year, didn't do much to help the cop this time! 

Gwaltney . . . symbolic name for me . . . Me and Frank, aka, Allan Rex Bess, my client, with Frank, of InterPol, were married by a Judge Ney, in 6th Judicial District . . . he was a former cop, he knew me, and he also, knew the real Allan, and he said nothing, knowing full well, that this was not the guy, who he had dealt with for 60 years, but I was marrying a complete stranger, and he knew it!  Convicting Frank of InterPol, is much like convicting by jury, one of the guys playing, James Bond, 007, seeing him as being too competent, law abiding, credible to ever question him, even though, he was helping everyone, destroy my credibility!  My God is an amazing God, that even the names in these symbolic crime, have connections with the crimes committed against me, that are big time civil rights violations . . . with a ton of crimanal charges that should have been filed against this man who is allegedly, above reproach, above the law, and had done so much for the citizens, we couldn't convict this officer of the law.  Much like in the O.J. Simpson's case, didn't get him criminally, but got him civilly!