Archive for October, 2017

the universe

Friday, October 6th, 2017

will create value?

yes. it has a point. ha-ha. my god.

Portugal. The Man

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

I had a thought about seeing a name beginning with Port with a number of 227- Then a song by this group/artist came on the radio. I then drove by an old house of the one that started what would seem to be a pattern, where I investigated it to find a number of 227, in it- Where she lived when we met.

Earlier I thought of another, she was close, and then a song by one of her ex-boyfriends came on. 227 came from- to my attention from names that I wrote down and saw a word of MASK from the first initials. The boyfriend was knocked over by prop-pistols on his stage and injured this weekend, and later many people were massacred. He shares a name with a person who was blamed for a massacre, and I had a dream about a person who emulated him on Friday, and a robber named Bart (and that night had an order for a Barton Richardson, and Bart’s friend, who I associated with him, who committed suicide, was named Richard- Who also stole from me).

The person who emulated him was named James Banks. He has 574 followers. 574 was the area code of the place where room 227 was occupied by a patient with a last name beginning with Port-, and my main contact there had been Katie. Katie is the name of K. (‘MASK’). Tonight, as I had gone back to my old route, I got gas in Mitchell, on the way back from Paoli. I spent 40.59 (full). 459 I associated with an absolute value of absolute-zero- -459 degrees Fahrenheit, as I had just found recently-previously to this that my elementary school’s name, Frazee, may mean the same as a name, spelled ‘Freese’. After this, as I began to drive again, I saw immediately a car with a plate of DI5074 (relating like 459 to 4059, to 574).

6 sick-Ss 6

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

Paddock

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

This is the name of my sixth-grade teacher. Mr. Paddock was my sixth grade teacher. I wrote about him a couple of weeks ago, as I saw the name as a road at the edge of Liberty, IN- Where my mom is from, and then when I got home, I saw an image of him, posted by his daughter, Amy. I hadn’t seen his image in some time.

Mr. Paddock was the most feared teacher at my elementary school, which was called Frazee. Frazee may be a form of the Dutch name, Freese- But this is uncertain. If it is Freese, it is an occupational name for a weaver of frieze, which is a coarse woolen cloth with a thick nap.

One of my most jolting (? may find other word) memories from elementary school was when I was standing next to the sinks, and mirrors, and Mr. Paddock came in and said something to us- We were perhaps third or fourth, possibly second grade- I can’t remember, but he was intending to get us to get a move on, as children perhaps mess around and play in the bathroom. I don’t really remember us doing this, though, and he may have just been trying to control us. I was a little irritated by him coming in as he did, and in a smart-alecy way sort of mocked him, as a child may an adult, and he asked me/yelled at me- “Are you mocking me?”. I then did mock him- “Are you mocking me?”. He sent me to the principal’s office, or to my classroom, and I don’t remember what happened– I just remember fearing him for years, and perhaps hiding from him when I could, until I had him in the 6th grade, and he was nice by then.

He had a heart condition, and this was well known about him.

He is the only Mr. Paddock I have ever known. He died some years ago.

His daughter, Amy, married a person named Frasher (this sounded similar- To Frazee, and I found variants of it that were said to be related to Freese, but there is definitely dispute, and Frasher may mean “strawberry flower”, or “forest men”, but it may mean the same as Freese/Frazee- I don’t know).

Amy is best friends with Ashley, whose father is the mayor of my hometown now. Ashley was previously married to Michael- Who lived behind me, moving from Arkansas when we were young. This reminds me now that my co-worker, John, on the first night that I ran my new route, when he went with me – told me that Tyler had asked him to move to Arkansas. I was best man for their wedding. It was through myself and Missy Taylor- Who I was going to homecoming with one year, that they met. Those three girls were close (Ashley, Missy, Amy). I later dated Missy again, when I got a retainer for my jaw, to align it properly- According to the doctor. Recently, Ashley took the last name, Taylor, as her and Michael had since divorced. I saw her for the first time in years after I put oil in my car, after I dropped the can in the road leaving it on my trunk, going back to get it, and she drove by. That day I had parked at Court Street, and walked around town for the first time, and I found train-cars there with the name Swift on them, and the last name on the street that they were on, that I found at a house, was Taylor. I drove by a cemetery that day, and the first name I saw as I drove by, not that I obsess over these things, but I glanced and saw Handley. I had been seeing things/things had been coming to me, in process, about her, and I found out the following day or so that she had been in court concerning a man grabbing her rear-end. His name was the name that was on the first braces that I wore, when I messed up my hands, recently. That was what I first associated with Handley, at the cemetery (in a way, the death of certain use of my hands- I didn’t know about her). Big Ben was shut down for maintenance shortly following this, as it was announced in the next day, or so. When I went to the cemetery, or drove by, and then went back and parked to look/confirm, a song performed by a Benjamin Gifford was playing, called something -Concept. The last name I read on the way out of the cemetery at this point was Ben-something. My mother had informed me around this time, or shortly after, that Ben Harvey, who moved in behind us, where Michael used to live, had cut down an ash tree that died, and that many were dying, and that Ashley was getting married. Shortly after this, I found that ash trees were almost extinct, and a Hurricane called Harvey occurred soon after.

John- Who I work with, rode with me on Monday, when I went for the first time to Mishawaka, to the new facility that we are to service. Tyler asked him to. He was born on the 59th day of the year, and in this day it was said that the number was 59th (this reportedly includes the shooter, Paddock), from the incident that occurred in Las Vegas, from the Route 91 Harvest concert, when Stephen Paddock shot people from the hotel called Mandalay, across the way. On the way there, as we drove the facility, John received an order for a person with a last name, Grimes, which means “mask”, and is one of the names used for Woden (Odin). I gave him my clipboard and some paper so that he could write it down, to dispatch to someone, who had the name, Burns (I understand I have written some of this before, and how it might seem repetitive). The last sign before the exit for Elm, where this facility is located, one might read Weaver. US-31 that we take to get to this place, the greatest portion of road that we travel on- We used a car with a license plate of 3131, and this 31 terminates at I-75 in Mackinaw, MI, to the north. Mackinaw also may refer to something that is wool, woven (jacket). Our first contact was with someone named Rainy (“like the weather”). As we drove back, he received another order, for a person/patient with the name Linnville. I couldn’t find the exact name-meaning for them, but Lin/Linn may mean “Stop/arrest”. I took this order on my way home. The birthdate was 5/27. 527 people were, at the time, said to have been injured in the attack the night before (now, 10/05- I read another number, 489). Stroud signed for the order (last name), which refers to “a coarse woolen fabric”.

Coarse. Course. Route. Elementary/school. I left one route, where Sandy Hook Rd is the last road I turn on, near the hospital, in Paoli, IN, before the last- Called Longest. They just got a new sign at the hospital, seemingly, before I left. I noticed it that Friday. I have a hard time due to the way things fell to me to not associate Sandy Hook with the shooting at the school. Seeing this right at the end caused some disturbance, for a time, and still does. Then as I end my route, at this Route 91 Harvest festival-concert, a man with a name shared by the teacher I feared the most, and who I had a run-in with, killed 59 people. The building I went to, for the new route, made me sick, however, as they may use some carpet cleaner with some insecticide, or, simply, the carpet itself-it’s outgassing (or something else) makes me sick, so now I’m back to my old route (thank God). On my first night back, to explain a post two posts ago (I am repeating this), a song called “Shadow”- By Tool came as as I was about to pass by a road that used to be 23rd Street, in Bedford, IN, that got a light on my birthday, and an eye-doctor there has the name of my birth-doctor.

This is a process

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

Sometimes it gets messy.

1st night back to my old route, at “light”

Thursday, October 5th, 2017

Tool, “Shadow” came on just before I got there.

The day I was exposed to, and reacted with insecticide/pesticide…

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017

I bought some garlic powder, after (organic, non-irradiated…). It contains Allicin. All-I-sin? I had not yet identified or had an idea that it was pesticide, but perhaps something in me did, or instinct did did.

Allicin is a natural pesticide. I can eat a hell of a lot of it. I like it.

…At least I’m pretty sure it was insecticide/pesticide. I’ve experienced this before, to dog shampoo (flea and tick “treatment”- I imagine).

9 and 11

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017

In a previous entry (multiple), I wrote about some possibly numerological/numerical/number (what to call it, really) -alignments, in the mass shooting that occurred in Las Vegas, from the Mandalay Bay Hotel/Casino, at the Route 91 Harvest concert. I just noticed that the man shot out two (2…) windows, and that if they are counted from the one shot out to the one shot out, the distance is 11, with 9 between them.

In a previous post- Taylor

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017

I didn’t connect, but in my mind numbers were the same, and things matched in a way, through me/my experience, with one Taylor. I just saw that another Taylor- A former marine was a hero to some in what occurred in Vegas, stealing truck to bring injured people to the hospital. It stands out- Hard to miss.

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2017/10/03/hero-marine-steals-truck-drives-vegas-shooting-victims-to-hospital.html

dream, light

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017

In my dream, I looked up the name of a girl, whose last name is Fast. She was then next to me, and she put her hand in mine. It was extremely tiny, like she was an elf, or fairy, but then her body appeared still about normal size. It was as if I had looked her up, after becoming curious, and another who was with me, who was not her, was suddenly her. The size difference in the hand and body did seem odd, but not too odd. Her eyes began to emanate a very bright light in a kind of pattern within them. The patterning was beautiful, and it was also in her hand, and parts of her body. It was a soft-bright light, kind of like one might see under the influence of DMT, or psilocybin, or perhaps near death. She said that I was alone with her. The patterning was all over her, and the light seemed to come from it. It resembled artwork, I think, that I have seen her create, in some form. I remember when I met her, and when I would see her, her eyes (and her sister’s eyes) glowed this amber-orange, in the sunlight. It was because of her that I wanted to work at a place- a natural foods store (a more conscious business). She was with the son of the owners, though- And she let me down easy as she could tell I was interested, often coming in and talking with her. It wasn’t awkward, and it wasn’t after, because there was interest beyond one that would require some connection like that. She was/is a ‘special’ person. I went to the Indy 500 one year, the last time I went- The first time I had gone in years, and I got my tickets from my dad, and, by chance, I ended up right behind her sister, whose last name was Love, in my seating, with my brother. My dad is from an hour and half from there, and the people she had gone with owned a donut shop out in Avon/Plainfield area, further west. It was a certain coincidence, and it is one that I still think about.

It was when I watched Mad Max in the theater one time that the fire-department came and I had to go to another theater, across town, to see it- The movie was playing later, so I decided to stop into this market where Ms. Fast worked (and her sister, -Love), and I met her child who she had had in the year or two prior– It was the first I had met him. His name was Orion. Mad Max may go with fire, as the earth is just about out of water in the film, at least where they are.

Maybe I was associating something with this. The vehicles (Indy 500?). Donut-wheel, tornado? I moved with some timing with the tornado in Mad Max. The toxic world…The insensitivity of human-kind, to nature, and their nature…

At least I got some pretty images to think about. Beautiful. Wow. Like an angel/”fairy”. It didn’t feel sexual. Not that it didn’t not, but it was more peace/love, and a place of comfort/rest [that one may have felt at with her]. I am almost crying as I write that (not quite, but water occurred). She was this.

*Not to call this synchronicity, or meaningful- That I am aware of, but I just noticed the show that is on T.V. is called 7 Little Johnston’s. It was odd about the size of her, in the dream, and this show is about dwarf people. I have never seen it. I’m currently, again as I’ve said previously, living at parents house, for another 7 days (unless something changes, like I find out they have installed new carpet in the apartment I’m supposed to live in, then I’ll have to change plans). I also may have issues here even more coming tomorrow, as they are getting their dogs shampooed, and I remember experiencing the same reaction that I am, seemingly, from the facility, from the last time I had to drive my dad’s car, when the dogs had been shampooed, and rode in there. I think the facility may have used some kind of carpet shampoo, possibly, with some insecticide.

-My mom just said, “she reminds me of Sara”. I don’t know who she was referring to, but I remember now in my dream something about my mom or dad mentioning an ex- Sara, who now has Multiple Sclerosis. About connecting with her- That I should. She is married, and it wasn’t a suggestion for, it didn’t seem, anything to get together- Just to visit perhaps. Sara was the smallest/shortest of my ex-girlfriends. She was always “little”.

Just prior to her mentioning Sara, I considered how insecticides often work by attacking the nervous system of insects, and that this may explain why I was slurring words. Multiple Sclerosis involves the weakening of nerve cells (demyelination of them).