Saturday, July 2, 2011

Science and Art United!!!






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Who knew that the circus could get even better???

Tennessee Williams, that's who!!! And that is why John Uecker (who smothered TW with a pillow when my mother communicated to Maria St. Just -- nee Britneva -- that I was controlled on Lithium and would not be a problem. WHOOPS!!!), told me he had been given the right by Michael Remer, Sewanee's rights lawyer based in NYC and representing the Republican Party and the Episcopal Bishop of Atlanta -- the titular head of that denomination in the "Old South" -- and who with all the bishops beneath him whom I emailed REPEATEDLY over the last 15 months, warning them of their possibly inadvertent crime and allowing them the opportunity to correct it, which they REPEATEDLY refused to do, to edit Tennessee Williams' last play he was working on before he died so that the character John Uecker told me clearly represented me (a very tall black man who was mute), was removed. The reason??? I caused things to be "just too chaotic" at the end of the world.

WHOOOPS #2: That didn't work out as planned either. HA!

It HAS been chaotic, and it IS the so-called End of the World -- but the "world" ain't ending, just human existence. Those who release their negativity in a process equivalent to what the Catholic Church calls Purgatory, will quickly be moving on to what might be called Heaven on Earth, or the Age of the Artist. The Bipolar Condition of material reality (all material things have equal opposites that when put back together annialate the positive and negative matter in a supreme release of ennergy. Hello?!?!? How exactly did you think This Thing We Call God which was self-existent intelligent energy created all through contemplation of Its nature??? Duh!!! Science already explains it quite adequately -- except where the hell God came from, which so far, at least, remains a mystery.

Anyway, materialists (slaves to the physical) condemn themselves to the hells of their own creation until they give up. The Truth that Tennessee Williams and so many other artists held up as a mirror to us all was our guiding light to prepare for this event, which is already complete In the Mind of God, so absolutely irreversible. God ain't judging you and neither am I or anyone else, although we all must use discernment to keep out of the way of fleshed souls gnashing and cannibalizing each other in their immature blame-game: Witness the Republican Party (most of them -- definitely NOT local Judge Hogston)!!!

Back "down to earth.": The landlord's rocker, my ashtray and two planters filled with herbs and flowers were stolen off my front porch lastnight between 11:00 PM and 6:00 AM this morning. I've already filed the police report#2011-247742 with Wilmington Police Officer Scott Holzberger -- a man with a delightful sense of humor!!! But most of the details I'm saving for the DEA and the detectives working on putting the local D.A.'s (and Ben David's chief prosecutor whose name I don't know but like to call Miss Coca Leaf 2011), in jail for protecting the narcotics trade in this region after my parents, Jesse Helms (whom my father once admitted to having put and kept in office), Lee Gosney (also of pentagon-usa.com with Patrick Stansbury), GA Republican Congressman John Linder, Newt Gingrich, and later supported by Christal Presley of Atlanta Public Schools (a so-called "mentor-teacher"), Sean Hannity and many other of Fox News . . . well the list goes on and on and even includes Chuck and hilary Pritchard-Russell of http://www.whalestalecapemay.com/ -- my former partners in business for the mid-70's, Gail Brockway and Dobbs Hobbs of Key West, FL (but not Sue Hobbs of Cape May), old boyfriends Marc LaFont of So. Broadway, Santa Ana, CA and -- after being turned -- Steve Pynter of Seattle, WA who is an Alaska Airlines flight attendant (Delta Airlines is also at least partly involved thanks to Vicki Escara of about 2000, who later went on to hhead the ACVB in ATL).

Well, it will be interesting to see if my parents actually come to my Aunt Doris's (Doris Russ, Baptist, widow of Wilbur Russ of Carolina Beach Road) funeral this coming Tuesday, here in Wilmington. I bet Mom pushes Dad down the front or back steps to make an excuse -- it's too late to kill him, especially since when Mom isn't home, Dad gives me evidence against her.

Meanwhile, looks like I have a deal to move into 110 Nun Street here in town in exchange for helping the loving owners renovate the property, although the win-win-win deal has not yet gelled. This is the house build by William Rand Kenan, in which Mary Lily, Will (WRK Jr., Flagler's right-hand man in his Florida enterprises) grew up.

And all I can say is simply this:

GOD IS. (no qualifiers necessary)

Scott

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