Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — a day that will live in infamy, if history is anything to go by. There’s tons of information about what’s going to happen next, but you haven’t read it, have you?
SlimeWars sat around for 21 years waiting for publication and then, finally, it was published — but that’s been years more.
As you’re reading SlimeWars, keep in mind that it was written over half a century ago, and it reads like the headlines today, doesn’t it?
That’s because I don’t guess at a future — I remember it.
It’s not that big a deal, no need to send money or to raise a ruckus about it. Futures Past are Futures Passed. It’s all in the reflexes, as Jack Burton says.
So I’ve been ignoring the sad news and working to paint some really serious medallions and pendants, with some power — that is the intention and, so far, it’s working out.
I have Angels, Buddhas, Saddhus and Gurus, Gods, Goddesses and of course my little Unspecified Pet, who answers calls for help.
Then there’s the GodWorld pendants — powerful glimpses of the GodWorld to bring your consciousness level right up the scale to the Perfected State — which is, of course, a Perfect One, and that’s what I build for you to carry or wear, your choice.
I make a medallion — that’s what you carry in a pocket, purse or pouch — and I also make a Pendant, which you’ll wear on a chain, cord or ribbon around your neck.
I didn’t want to get personal, there, but I had to mention the neck and there, I’ve gone and done it again! Well, it can’t be helped — there’s no way to back up when I’m typing.
I type at an unmeasurable speed, thanks to the training I got in speed-typing courtesy of the United States Army Intelligence Service for three years of service as a PFC Clerk-Typist Trainee 006.
You’ll note that it’s only one digit removed from “007”, and that yesterday Sean Connery passed over onto our side of the fence, meaning that he’ll be signing autographs at the StarLite Lounge, probably as soon as he arrives, meaning as soon as the blackout wears off.
I’ve got him booked with the Bardo Film Board, and he’s in line for a permanent role as a Cold War spy, but he’ll definitely take other roles as they come up.
I was a Cold War spy and I never saw any of the things that James Bond did. I had a car, yes — it was a crosstown taxi.
I had a gub — it was a Walther PPK 9mm SlimLine with a very thin and easily overlooked shoulder harness — but I never got a chance to use it outside the shooting range.
Of course they issued us clothing — I had a clothing allowance and a salary equivalent to a G-11 at the time, and the clothing was bought at the Federal Store, where else?
That’s why everybody wore the same damn black shoes and the same belt, the same socks, the same shirt and of course the same hat, the same suit and the same blasted tie.
We looked like we’d been stamped out with a cookie-cutter.
Men in Black they now call what we were. I have a photo somewhere of the outfit, taken on a short break from training near Cambridge, Mass.
The stuff we did back then they can do now with computers, faster and cheaper and more accurately — even the psychic stuff can now be duplicated virtually, on the GoDD™ Engine.
Speaking of the GoDD™ Engine, Dick is working out a new lighting system using ray-tracing, and I’m looking forward to getting it into the building program as soon as possible.
I’ve been building a new setup for some powerhouse affirmations. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.
Lessee, what else do you really need to know right now?
Oh, yes — I remember now. It’s something about the election and all that stuff — something about what’s going to happen.
Well, never mind, it’s gone now — I’m sure it wasn’t that important. As a matter of fact, nothing that happens on Earth has any real importance or significance.
It’s how it TRANSLATES into the spiritual plane that counts, and that’s why you do things to burn off karma and to earn merit by helping others and making a little less pain and suffering in this world, but basically what you accomplish will soon be overgrown by green growth — the jungle takes back its own.
Speaking of jungles, I do recall something about the election stuff — ignore all the predictions. None of them, even the most extreme, will be 100% right.
I’ll be happy to let you in on it, but you’ll have to somehow find your way to the workshop this morning on ZOOM.
If you don’t know how to get there, find out. Finding out how to get there is the First Test along the route to Perfect Enlightenment.
It’s also the First Test in our tradition, which is far older than the next news cycle. We go back — far, far back — all the way to 1045! but of course, it’s only 0400 hours now.
But of course, it’s only 0400 hours now.
If you’ve ever wondered what to do next, this is definitely the time, and if you aren’t clear on the next action you should be taking, you need to review the MASTER PLAN, which should be in your desk drawer or in the proper folder on your computer.
What? You don’t have a MASTER PLAN???
I’m sure I sent those out a while ago — Oh, no, wait — here they are, in my out box — really, I must get around to emptying it someday.
I can’t leave all that out box stuff piled up two and a half feet for very much longer, but there are so many things to do, so many things — and I just can’t get to all of them all at once.
Actually, I can’t get to them even one at a time, because I’m not doing those things anymore, not since quarantine.
I leave all the piles of things in place. What if I need something all of a sudden? You never know what’s going to come in handy, when you can’t leave the house and the only thing you bring into the house is food and medicines.
Speaking of medicines, my blood pressure medications generally arrive in the mail, but recently, due to the machinations of the Republican Party that’s being held down the hall, the mail is months slower than it used to be.
I kind of like that — it reminds me of the time when all we had was the Western Union telegraph office and a Pony Express station, and you had to wait two weeks for an answer.
That’s a lot better than waiting two years for an answer, which often happened during the Roman Empire, although some places were in better communication than two years’ delay.
The Delphic Oracle was one of those where you might have to wait two years for an answer, and then someone had to carry the answer back to your hometown, which might be months or years away by land or by sea.
The last time I paid an American election as much mind as I’m paying this one was during the administration of Jim Monroe.
I was at his funeral the other day, and he looks better now than he did when he was alive. If things had gone as planned, we’d be at a funeral today, but some people just survive covid infections more easily than others.
It helps to have a drug available that isn’t available to anyone else on the planet, but it apparently DOESN’T help to only pay $750 a year in federal income taxes.
Hell, I pay more taxes than Donald Trump, and I’ll bet you do, too.
So vote for Joe.
See You At The Top!!!
gorby