Plotting 1997, a possible novella, and joining Facebook groups…

I’m now on Writers helping Writers, just as a commenter. It’s a Facebook private group. Should be fun to share my opinions on others’ work. But right now, I’m more interested in setting up my netbook and making a strong continue to 1997, which could be my first long form work.

We may be going to NSK today, then over to the small house to do some cleaning. Mom is on duty, caring for Grandma while the maid’s work permit gets renewed. My uncle, Mom’s brother, is ill. So far all our family members were stricken. Myself included in that number. Not sure why. Revenge? Wrongdoings in the past?

I think the plot to 1997 should be like a repair job in a very interesting locale. Like the movie Armageddon. Straightforward and linear. But the characters don’t quite agree and their pasts get in the way of ultimate success. Undercurrents of religion and tech developments like AI, self-drivings, etc. More later…

Coding a simple text editor in python tonight since I can’t write, swamped by needy souls. Had a small dinner of fish, egg, raw veg, and rice. Unsure if I should stay up late tonight and program or sleep early. Last night, I overslept and missed my pre-dawn run. I am less flabby than before, maybe from eating less and working out more.

The text editor is morphing into something like VRS. A very simple regex prompter. There will be an edit field to add notes to the outline and the window will be always on top.

Writing and fighting…

Going to the bank today to lodge a missing funds complaint. We were given some direction by the Royals, and now have the upper hand on the sociopathic crooks, the Liew family. Now we need to reform those that these criminals have upset. Will take a few hours more.

The problem with some people is that they fell deep into black magic traps. The Liew witches copiously used western contacts to intimidate people they come to in mindspace, so it seems that the boss man did it, and everyone in the country / world has beaten you up. I too fell into that trap, however I recovered before going mad. There’s no need to be so punitive, nor is a person so holy, don’t you think, Allen?

The missing money turned out to be nothing more than a mistaken ATM card not tied to the common account. The trouble with having so many accounts. Mom has 4 bank accounts. I have just one with PBB. It’s always low on funds and has a semi-palindromic number, 4-8453458-31. 31 = 4, roughly. Then there is 8, 45, 3, 45, 8 in the middle. Today, on checking my balance, there was a security check that said “are you unemployed?”. I touched “YES”, ashamed, and was allowed to proceed. Creepy and a wee bit un-PC IMHO.

Suspect Prince William may be schizophrenic. It’s just a shame he took to playing in my mind. And is “evil” -so he appears and perhaps even believes in his heart.

Feeling fresh and relaxed after a long cool shower. Drying my wet/dry buzzer after yesterday’s shave. I used both a razor and the buzzer as my hair was somehow very stubborn to cut. Maybe buzz it down every 4 days instead of waiting a week or more. Hand is coming under attack again, in waves of phantom sensations. I can’t wait to go up with Jesus.

1997, my new story, is getting interesting. I think there will be a lot to write and I will indeed get the chance to tell my life’s story through the 4 main characters / protagonists. Suspect it may come to 10k words eventually and be yet another book to hawk through the fog of indie published authors.

Giving up on riches…

Only a few days till May, when we’ll move to the small house. Having trouble deciding what computer to bring along, what watch to wear? Think I will take the used ThinkPad and both iPads, that’s all. Will wear my G-Shock 2200 on elastic NATO mostly as it looks interesting with its ana-digi dial, is rugged, comfy, and doesn’t scream luxury.

I’ve given up buying more PCs or watches, anything expensive. You could say I’ve given up on riches. Maybe I will never walk through the doors of a luxury boutique, most probably I will never have a woman. I did get Mom a new keychain from Daiso. She likes those bell bunny / kitty things. Every few years, the paint comes off the brass, scratched against the keys. More later…

Got my face, arms and legs washed after frying reduced tomatoes and onion for lunch. We also had raw avocado with Mexican spice, all on toasted wholewheat. Some people downloaded my eBook, mss2, from FreeLunch.my. About 10. A good start. Meanwhile evil Liew witches and strange future-sensing family maraud the west and Christians in general.

2 days to transfer this iPad 10 to Mom. Haven’t shaved my head down yet. Must be punctual before the hairs grow out too much to catch the buzzer. Need to test all my regular sites with the iPad 5 before erasing this machine. Now we’re heading over to the new place, our shoebox house, to do some cleaning. The ceiling was repainted 2 days ago as it was flaking. I want to visit my room and take away the Aspire laptop. More later…

Back from the shoebox. Wrote 2 guitar songs while there. Will be making luncheon meat fried rice for dinner tonight as Mom is tired. Started well on my short story, 1997. It’s going to run longer than average, I think, the way the plot and characters are.

While writing 1997, I came to know where exactly Patagonia is, as in my story, a port in Antarctica called New Patagonia is the scene of a thrilling religious crime. 1997 refers to past events that motivated the crime / main plot. Is this a spoiler… Anyway, it also gave me the chance to do major cross interactions between 4 very different characters which forms much of the word count. And BTW the fried rice was good.

We may have lost 10kRM or a portion of it to clever crooks. At least it was only a quarter lost from my immediate family. Not too bad. Mom talked to a lawyer and is feeling better about it. There may be traps laid for people who abuse telepathy. Now the WEF is in session in Arabia and that could be a precursor to the entrance of the Beast.

My Acer netbook is home safely. It has a predictable screen angle blanking issue and runs Bodhi Linux. I may give it away one day unless we find a use for it which is doubtful. Somehow HaikuOS won’t boot with its unusual BIOS.

The Liew witchy forces were given minor gut problems. They are much easier to control and spread out less easily.

My new workstation setup…

iPad 5 in portrait orientation on an IKEA bamboo base stand. NOS Microsoft Multimedia keyboard (100mA) with wrist rest and a Shopee ball mouse (15mA), made in Thailand. The iPad drives the peripherals through a USB camera adapter dongle, and a PS2 adapter dongle. The camera dongle is also useful for ripping vinyl records and charging simultaneously.

Why don’t I use the ThinkPad more? It’s mainly for big or difficult jobs as it is power hungry and slow to startup from dormancy. I do love this laptop which I got used at Digital Mall for $240. It also runs my classic Mac apps, and Linux, through WSL. A real workhorse with an IPS touchscreen to boot.

Sad to say goodbye to my iPad 10 which shall go to Mom, probably. My dream is to own an iPad Pro. Seems like most people are out for my meager money instead of to pay me money. I should give away my stories for free.

I previously bought Apple Pages which is where I do my writing. A simple app that’s better than Wordpad or Abiword. Not to mention Wordgrinder which is primitive. Pages can’t do everything like LibreOffice, but it’s lighter and easy to work with. It’s also nice to have a portrait, full page view, as someone who writes a lot.

Switched to a pre-owned MS mouse 2.0A as the Shopee mouse was creaky and a rolls a bit bumpy. Bloomberg warns of a US war with China over control of the South China Sea. I can’t see why China needs so much space. It may be the urgings of the antichrist. Fear of telepathy must end or this pregnant passover will be a pass-over.

Found out my keyboard was manufactured in 2002 and mouse, in 1996. Both over 20 years ago. Some things just don’t die, they get reused, like the 7 year old iPad. Also using a new technique to keep away baby armies safely. Just imagine a chill near them.

Fiction: The ePub

I had always wanted to be a published author. But I had trouble coming up with ideas. This won't take long. Short explanation: nobody who writes purposely comes up with ideas. The mouth speaks when the heart overflows, a paraphrasing of a Bible verse. The mind sees a story after a thousand speakings. The hands write it down. Everyone's hands are different. Everyone hopes the reader will choose them.

So it came one day, that I had experienced enough ups and downs for a book of short stories. It gelled after I was freed from rehab in 2019, just before the first Covid lockdown here in tropical Malaysia. It led to something they called an 'ePub'. Thus begins my story.

As I sat in the gathering hall, for a chance to be published, a girl behind me tapped on my shoulder. What's your story idea? she inquired as if secrets didn't matter.

I replied that it had to do with being rehabilitated from a violent outburst in 2018. I spend 9 months in a home for mentally challenged delinquents, given lectures, counselling, and character-building activities.

Oh... she started. Then she sunk into her chair and sulked.

Yours isn't good?

She shook her head.

I turned back round, and the most beautiful 30-something woman was handing out cards. She was dressed in a modest pants-suit with her long hair put up and half obscured by a billowing chiffon scarf. There was a tag on her lapel which said simply, "Sara".

When it came my turn to receive my card, I was motioned to stand for the photograph. I was reluctant because of a certain fullness, but I did, and appeared to humbly bend over. Sara's hands grazed mine and her skin felt tender and pregnant with memories of the many who no doubt touched her before. I sat down again and turned over the card in my hands.

Sara took the stage and was handed a microphone. She began lecturing us on the ins and outs of being published via the 'ePub' initiative.

Nobody writes stories that nobody wants to read, she said. Why would you take a chance when we have so little capital right now?

It turned out that each of the hundred or so of us prospective writers was given an ePub file with a unique story structure preset, and a bunch of notes on how to fill it in just right. Was this training, paint by numbers? I looked behind me, and the girl with the bad story idea had already started filling in her outline furiously.

I stood up and raised my hand. The beautiful woman on stage pointed to me and said, yes, your question...?

Many eyes turned my way, torn from the smiles they had on, filling in their ePubs.

Maybe... I mean -can I see you in private?

So you disagree with your ePub, or is this a proposal? Don't say none of the above.

Everyone laughed and I sat down again. My ePub was "celebrating a local festival -explain it to prospective tourists in your own words". Everybody can do that. And yes, it would sell perfectly to the Travel Channel and be placed at airports and train stations -even abroad. Why complain?

My heart shattered, I sat there as the lights were turned off, and cleaners vacuumed the hall carpet.

Where are you off to now? The woman who gave out the cards appeared beside me, because we have to close the hall -I have to leave, she explained.

I stared blankly at her.

Do you want boobies? She asked, only...? She prompted.

...if she loves me, I finished the sentence.

She is...?

Someone like you.

Sara took off her jacket and leaned over the chair in front of mine. I could see her swimmer's thighs stretch her gray pants, and her gold-brown hair fizzled with static. I want you too, if you're who I expect.

Successful?

No, fulfilling. Why don't you satisfy people -more people?

Because I'm proud, maybe.

And everything I get is because I'm beautiful... maybe?

She turned to walk away, there was a smile on her ocher lips and a light sway in her step that meant goodbye.

I turned the ePub card in my hands, folded it back up and stuffed it into my backpack. That night, in my parents' flat, in my room with its wooden slatted shutters and whirring metal fan, I lifted the lid of my laptop. A pre-owned ThinkPad from 2015. The unfinished wood of the crude desk dug trenches into my arms. I unfurled the ePub card. And I typed these words:

"A good story has no beginning, nor does it have an end. It always was and always will be. What the listener wants to hear are the consolatory words between -common words spoken oh so sweetly..."

--And he wrote late into what never was, but soon will be.

My first read on Medium…

 

I had been getting several views a month for 2 months since I rejoined Medium and started writing mini essays / articles. Today, my first read. Hopefully I’ll also get some eBook downloads soon. But first I have to run some errands. More later…

Near the Rapture, the elect will be increasingly well received, as Gabriel told me. I will build a strong Web presence that is upright, sensible, and loving. Just hope it carries as it can so easily slip.

Someone or thing shitted in front of our house. We may not be welcome. Premonitions of disaster loom in Paramount Gardens, yet the folks are bullish on moving into an unsafe locale and building. We may all be killed.

The gathering storm…

Lots of families who engaged in psychological warfare, from the west, being used to punch down Christians, and good-hearted, intelligent Moslems who will certainly join Mohammed. Sex being weaponized along with the denial of God’s existence. The culprits are offended westernized Asians who were bullied by the western mind forces. Generations of Asians grew up without God’s love, and their generations’ place in heaven is in doubt for want of blood feuds. I am lucky to have Jesus’ favor. Taking hits for no apparent reason.

Quite pleased with my eBooks. One paid, the other free. Looks quite professional. More later…

I regret not taking more time on Mss2’s cover which I’ve now improved (above). I used Canvas 7’s rectangular gradients and Photoshop’s watercolor and pointillize filters on a layer duplicate. This will be critical for the paperback version I’m selling on Eksentrika.com.

Genius forces aligned to evil carry on their ear and headache attacks as governments and authorities continue to deny the telepathy issue and God’s place in our lives. I guess there is nothing further that can be done.

 

Dinner was okay. Less salty. We ate one avocado between the 3 of us. Microwaving the tomatoes was less successful -they still tasted raw. Cooked enough fettuccini this time. The odd smokey cheese turned crunchy in the microwave. Spending the night talking to my Mom’s side family who are feeling lost for God’s love.

FREE ePub eBook…

I just formatted Sea of Storms & Other Stories into an ePub 2 file. You can get it free from my website at freelunch.my/sos.epub. Great to read on your tablet or phone. Contains favorites like “A question of procedure”, and “The writer’s room”. The cover looks like this now:

Not sure what the graphic might mean to an onlooker. I did want a 3D infinity symbol for the first story of the collection, where it says “onions symbolize eternity…”. More on the other stories and why I wrote them later…

The first one, The Writer’s Room, is an extension of what might have happened after my rehab, following a somewhat violent family argument started by my sister. It’s juxtaposed over my becoming a writer, and the people I meet along the way who have their own issues. It takes place in a country struck by Covid and political unease which was Malaysia at the time. Some of the characters are from my uni days in Manchester, UK, others from my Facebook. I put this tale frontmost because it means a lot to me.

The last tale, Old Man’s Car, takes place some time after TWR (above), and is one of reconciliation and reflection. It takes place, mainly in the seats of a compact self-driving sports car. In the end, the conflict, glossed over by high technology, still remains, deep-rooted, iniquitous, and poignant.

In Reminisce, I preserved the memory of grandpa and grandma on my mother’s side. People who grew up poor during WWII. It was a story I had always wanted to write. Not the least for anything else but to share a slice of old Malaysia, and old wounds my family still has.

Possibly my most accomplished / imaginative story, A Question of Procedure, is about a talking frog-chameleon and how he takes over the lives of 3 people, in fact the whole plane, on a long haul flight. This tale mirrors a love triangle I was once in, and my fascination for desert rain frogs, I saw in photos online. Despite being fantastical, it is actually a very realistic-reading piece and in the end, left me dreaming of whether such things might exist.

More later…

Inventing a bow sight…

I’ve been interested in the problem of a bow sight that doesn’t need a range finder or set-range pins. Came up with this idea last night late. It’s a plastic strip with a thin center line for aiming while to the right, there are a line of angled blinders that blur the surrounding foliage, what have you. The blurring occurs differently at different focal distances. The bow is then raised and lowered to achieve the appropriate peripheral blur effect. More later…

[Pursuing my idea for an “auto-adjusting” range sight, I came up with a tube design. A horizontal < 1” wide clear plastic tube that has a pattern drawn / printed / punched upon it. The pattern is specially selected so that it blurs and clarifies most common scene elements at various distances, at various bow elevations, to indicate range. 

For rough example, a tree at 5m away appears clear at elevation 0 deg, then clear again at elevation 10 deg which indicates it is 50m away. Patterns run along the tube to accommodate this effect tuned to general subjects like people, deer, car tyres, windows, target sheets, etc. A very simple idea that should work well.]

Being hit by poison arrows meant for my friends and family. I have to shelter them while they heal from the American misinformation that grew out of their parents’ lust for pleasure. This caught the west off guard as they had expected more saintly behavior from families with spiritual / mental gifts.

I just noticed another AKG or 204 coincidence in my life. See this link for the original post on the Rapture: https://dogblots.blogspot.com/2024/02/reckoning-rapture.html

My guitar is A&K, which indicates AKG. Hmm… and my tuner is made by Cherub. Earlier, I bought an AKG microphone which was fitted to a mic stand that brought on a premonition of the future, because I hung various things off it for convenience.

Already, signs of a passover fulfillment are in the air. Must I wait 390 days from May 25th for my redemption? Or do I preach now to those potentially left behind, and join the worshipers in heaven? I’m not planning to hang on to my AKGs. Rather my old Yamaha C40 with Savarez (which means: to save) strings, but will take the Cherub tuner.

YMH are my sister’s initials and C40 in Hebrew gematria is 43, her age this year before the middle of. 40 in Hebrew is the letter “Mem” which means:

what!; whatever, somewhat; from, out of (particle of departure, sometimes used for indications of comparison or contrast) —https://www.billheidrick.com/works/hgm1.htm

Yikes! What a creepy prophecy. Me and Sis are almost equal opposites going different ways.

Movers arrive, and today’s watch…

The piano movers will be here any minute now. Waiting to see what it will sound like in the new house. There is a theory upright pianos sound best a foot or more from the wall. I had always wanted a small grand but I guess it’s yet another luxury I can’t afford.

Wearing my Orient Tristar on black faux lizard. A humble design virtually unchanged for half a century. Will take it to psych clinic later. Thinking I may do some writing while I’m there. Just jotting notes with pen and paper. More later…

The weather is very oppressively hot and muggy. It’s possible to sweat a bucket right now. Our Petrof upright piano is in place just outside my room, by the air well. Sounds resonant and clear in its new home. The 3 movers were very punctual and expertly. Mom left her phone at home, forgetful in her old age. I think she’s listening to something inwardly, like Prof. Calculus did in Tintin. Less than an hour before we push off for my Arip jab.

Another morning dawns. Still alive and mostly well. Today, fresh funds come in, $100. Will put some into my debit account. I will have ~450RM in my wallet, 50 in my Touch n’ Go, roughly 1k in my drawer. Not sure how much currently in my bank account, maybe 100RM.

So far nobody has bought my eBook. Maybe I really won’t make much money before the Rapture.

Walking in Kuala Lumpur with Dad…

Dad and I took a train down to the big city we live around, in the once suburbs of PJ, actually gazetted a city itself. We changed trains at Pasar Seni and took the MRT over to TRX Exchange Mall. A short walk around was enough for Dad, now 75. He enjoyed the small rooftop botanical garden and suggested we head back to PS for lunch. I had standard chicken rice while he had beef soup. Chinese Beef soup contains all cuts of meat including tripe, unless you specify otherwise.

After tapao some of the tasty soup noodles for Mom, we headed home. Dad was lucky to get a seat both ways, while I sat only near Paramount Gardens where we parked. Later it rained heavily on the way home from NSK. We missed a turning in practically 2 cars ahead visibility but made it home safe, I got dinner going and took a much needed shower.

Have to write a bit more gospel teaching tonight. Then will turn in around 11pm. More later…

The interest in my 2 blogs continues. Yesterday I got over 30 views. At one time, 200 views. I hope more people will visit DogBlots as we near the Rapture, and read my gospel posts. Not many are viewing my site, FreeLunch.my either, just one or two a day.

Meanwhile, pressure is piling up on my sinful friends and family, who are now grabbing for me. Unfortunately, I am unwell thus unable to help much. I’ve moved them to a safer place but really, you guys have to stop sinning tangentially. I guess that’s all for this post.

Meeting the Lord (3)…

This is the final post in the series on salvation. Everyone should know that because we supposedly know good and evil (like God), there IS an enemy who wants our souls and to give us his spirit.

How do we ‘know’ good and evil and why is that a bad deal? Earlier, I touched on committing spiritual suicide. Being ignorant of our bodies and brainwaves was one way not to lose our place in paradise. Otherwise, the pleasure God SEEMS to owe us, and the temptations of Satan begin to draw us into pushing those buttons we all have that spiral our lives out of control, out of love with Jesus.

We’ve all heard of so-called aliens. Greys, reptilians. Do they really exist and are they good or evil? Why is everything about ETs hushed up and very slowly leaked over many decades? Spirit and logic tell us that all life forms not of this Earth that do not declare themselves are false. More-so, now that humans have modernized the world and society is understanding. Say they came to us when we were formative and primitive and now are scared to appear, or want our cooperation for their version of the ‘harvest’. This is falsehood on their part. And their planted gospel is in doubt. Aliens are NOT good even if they’re not apparently evil yet.

In fact, alien influence is the number one cause of sin, temptation, and lies. Beings with BODIES are more dangerous than ones that have died. Beings who can ascend and descend / materialize at will like angels are good. But not forever. If you’ve read about Iblis / Lucifer’s fall. Lucifer is the primary angel who advises aliens we hear of in leaks etc. just like Michael and Gabriel advise us.

We read of how the Devil tempted Jesus in the wilderness, brought him to stand upon the temple roof and offered him the Earth if he worshiped accordingly. We know the Devil asked God’s permission to test Job and was given it. Does God DEAL with Satan? More later…

Job 1:7  And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

Here we read that God seemingly does not keep track of Satan’s whereabouts. We also see that Satan walks upon the Earth (as a MAN). Later God replies that he is proud of Job, Satan must have noticed and indeed he did, and showed no open disrespect against the Lord. So poor Job was given up to be tested.

This is the nature of mankind’s struggle. As both good and evil in heaven come and go before God’s throne, happy to use us as PROXIES for their power struggle. Later, there should be a war in heaven, and Satan will be thrown down to Earth permanently. This is after the 7th trumpet of Revelations sounds out. God will purge the high places of wickedness and denude Satan of much supernatural strength / powers.

Thanks for reading so far. Stay safe, and stay aware of false teachings. The gospel is simple to the mind and light on the heart. It is understandable by virtually everyone.

Meeting the Lord (2)…

If you’ve missed the last post on SALVATION catch it here: 

https://dogblots.blogspot.com/2024/04/meeting-lord-1.html

Today, I want to talk about living a Godly life. It is so simple that it is in the first book of the Bible, be fruitful, multiply and subdue the Earth.

Gen 1:28  And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

God won’t go back on his word. We are MASTERS of our lives here on Earth. Witness it says BE  FRUITFUL, have children, be the dominant ones. In our next walk through the Faith, we will see God has an Enemy. This is the reason God’s promise seems false and full of loopholes that bad influences use to take advantage of a Christian but for now, put that aside.

EVERYTHING God does is for our benefit, and our redemption after we die or are resurrected. We need only remember we are cursed no longer, but are blessed. He loves us. We behave as we do, diversely, right under His gaze and He already knows WHY, even if we carelessly do not! These 2 facts are all you need to please the Savior. He made God love us again and we don’t have to follow laws of ceremonial cleanliness to be accepted. What is God’s love? See the verse above, it’s that simple.

Some people may come unto a Christian, telling her to follow them and their teaching. If it isn’t free flowing love, question them. Tell them about Genesis 1:28. If they put a price on your actions, tell them God is not a businessman but a father. If they say “all men sin”, tell them about the curse lifted by Jesus Christ in the first post. Live because you MUST.

Meeting the Lord (1)…

This is a series of posts on salvation. Why do we need it? How do we get and keep it. Today we will be considering the Biblical teaching that salvation is truly for all mankind.

We run into hurdles that confuse the average man, dissatisfied with himself and his spirituality. That we are Gentiles, we have original sin, we are rich debauchers, we are lustful imaginers, we put pleasure and money before our religious needs, we do not know for sure if there is a God.

There is no point telling people: SALVATION, when nobody is sure “why of it?”. There is NO GOD. But let us assume He exists for a moment. If He did, would you like to be with Him? But wait, Heaven has little pleasure or tolerance for sin, so maybe… umm some other time, right? Some other time, says we do all know of a time when Man and God were at peace, friends. There is no point arguing with someone who has no eyes or ears open wide.

Can God save me? I have sin. The answer is YES. It does not require anything special. Don’t rush out and buy a rosary, Bible or crucifix unless you’re so inclined. Don’t kneel yourself out of Babylon, it doesn’t work that way. Fasting and praying take much too long. Listen to this: God just wants to know WHY a certain person, genetically, sins. And He knew the reasons and how to fix us after Jesus Christ was born and resurrected from the dead.

What then is the danger? That we fall, in our heart of hearts and pull away from Him. That is ALL.

Are there people God loves more than others? Resoundingly YES. These are His firstfruits, the saints, the elect, the wise, the righteous, His servants the prophets, and the so-called angels / white lights among us.

Finally, how to keep your salvation. Don’t place pleasure before God’s love. Simple, if He says “no”, then do not do it. Otherwise, do it as a worship to Him. Many people have no self control due to hardship or many other factors. We must have some virtues in order to avoid losing our salvation to wanton tangential sin. This comes from reading (such as this blog), and listening to others’ testimonies. Virtuosity is a practice. Do be virtuous. Do practice it with your neighbors and encourage one another. There is no mystery of salvation. It must have been an evil deception.

More in post (2)…

Riddle in the middle -passover to pentecost…

So it seems Christian Easter and Jewish Passover do not coincide this 2024, a Jewish leap year. In the Analects of Elder Brother Yeap, April 22nd and April 2024 are both sutra 4f. Is something up? Let’s dig in.

Reading Luke 22, we see Jesus say several things about the communion bread and wine. While a full analysis was done in mindspace, here we want to talk about this one thing:

Luk 22:15  And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer:

Luk 22:16  For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God.

Furthermore,

Luk 22:18  For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come. 

We know from research into Jewish customs that passover is the liberation of the Israelites from Egypt and pentecost, where firstfruits (of the field / grain) are presented to the Lord. If we are correct, the fulfillment of our suffering with Christ, carrying our cross must end this month, late. And then the dominion of the Father to be enforced in May. Just like grain, the elect / favorites who matured early, are likely to be raptured around that time.

Indeed, May 2024 in the Analects of Elder Brother Yeap is:

A reference to taking over the world -by who else? Even if this special 2024 is not the year of the Rapture, it is important to get ready, guard prophecy, and our clothes, and to stock up spiritual oil that we may be received by the Lord whose 2nd coming surely is near at hand.

How rare is this coincidence?

Note tho, that April 2052 is no longer lucky 4f-4f in the ABY, but 4d. Something somewhat less related to the Rapture.

Am writing again…

Set in 2 worlds I created, the lore of the InterFaith meets the moon, Maelstrom and the evolutionary madness going on there. Not sure how long this tale will drag. Maybe 20k words and I will have a novella. 

But today, Dad and I are visiting TRX. Not sure what to wear there. Maybe just shorts and a tee. More later…

We went shopping at Mutiara near by instead as Dad had colorectal bleeding again. Bought lots of goodies albeit nothing luxurious. We have the Liew witches on the back foot now that their thinly veiled lies are exposed and our spiritual power grows. I must be on hand to talk.

This morning was hazy. I ran and worked out, feeling a bit weak. Last night, I wrote over 1k words. Having fun letting each of the Characters tell their story first person, and reveal their motivations and personalities. I think I have 5 main-ish characters, Booker, La-ella, Sylvia, Prince, and Holster. The 3 supporting characters are, Pastor, Governor Lovey, and Ajax, who don’t have narratives of their own.

I need to put together some cash to get Mom and maybe Dad, some good shoes, the KD 900 from Decathlon. Myself have a KD 500 which is pretty good. If only my stories will sell. Time will tell. Meanwhile, we repulsed major attacks from the Liew witches. A night of fighting looms large.

Another stabbing. The casualties are Christians as predicted. And many may participate in mass sexuality soon, who are immoral i.e. unaligned to a true faith. May God save us.

A time of trouble such as never was seen…

In yesterday’s post, I touched on the times of trouble. This night, the Spirit moves me gently, even through aches, pains and woes, to speak again of what might be coming our way in the next few weeks or more.

There will be a revolution, not amounting to a falling away. But it will leave 2 sides at odds. Those who support God against those who hate true religion. There will be incidents and many will lose their place, be unseated or jostled. Some will die martyrs. Others, rise up as clean new leaders. Royalty will gain in power and empire(s) in some form, return to the Earth. After all these decades, telepathy will finally be recognized and regulated and all false teaching will stop. Young children will grow up well. They will say, who have true power, come, Lord Jesus and there will appear the sign of the Son of Man in the sky all over the world. The sign will be “peace”. Peace from God to mankind where once they disbelieved His true purpose. Various symbols such as cherubim will be used, and the tree of life, the crossed fingers. And men will mourn, as Jesus really was and is the messiah.

More later…

A whole day receiving irate and violent minds as LiLian and the evil witchy army roll through the Christian mindspaces. I expect it to continue for some time. Will take a break and calm everyone down. Talked about Jesus’ birth and death as half of a cycle that will end with his coming and our varying sorrow for not believing in Him. Talked about how the faint thread of faith made it through blood-mad Rome onto the silver screens of America itself, only to regress into disappointment right before the advent of the Lord. It is poetry and logic combined. What if Jesus had never died? Sin would have perpetuated and we would have satanic DNA forever. Think about it.

We were going through the multitude of religious issues with Christian brothers and sisters. There is no salvation for those who turn their backs on the Lord and the messiah, no matter how big or small the sin. There is salvation for those enthusiastic for a better life with Him. Short answer, baby. Long answer, you can commit spiritual suicide at any time and it leads to Hell. The body is full of nodes and buttons you can explore, encoding yourself into ballistic tangential sinful pleasure from which there is no return. Do not be excessive or extreme. Do not overstep your importance whether it be adultery or murder. Your heart is weighed against your actions. 

But what of Jesus? He exists for the elect. Just as the Jews exist for Yahweh, and the firstfruits for the Father. Am I one of these is not a question. Do I fit, isn’t one either. Must I be, must I fit? That is the essence of gospel!

The constant attacks…

Nerve and pain-giving attacks rain down on people and places of influence. Naturally, they grabbed for a substitute (of which I am but one), as even we innocents who serve without pay or reward are feeling the pressure. Will have to schedule a talk on Tribulation fever this morning. More later…

Had lunch of luncheon ham and cucumber with honey mustard on wholewheat. Mom still at the dentist. Praying all of us who are afflicted will break through. Prayer is like an alignment of energies, love, etc. A focused purpose in many hearts that pushes God’s will.

Time to take my meds again. Want to go on a long walk tomorrow but my stomach is squealing. May be a good thing -flush everything out before the Rapture. Lots of action over my mindspace. Feeling a little down. I’m close to signing a promotion deal with an online magazine. Well… whatever will be.

Sunday morning is here as drones and jets do battle over Israel in an unprecedented escalation of war. We in mindspace are hiding from the wrath of the Royals who fumbled the whole prophecy and are beating us up in their agony. Dad and I will be house cleaning today and out to the small house later in the afternoon. The end comes as a flood.

Seems most of the Iranian offensive on Israel was deflected easily. Had not expected that. They could be saving the best for last. I just signed up to support an online magazine for $1 a month so I can share my stories. Best buck I ever spent, probably.

“…As expected, Princess Kate may divulge her mystery illness. And in a matter of weeks, desecrations of Islamic holy sites may occur. Before that peaks, there should be anti government unrest all over the world. Christians can expect some degree of revenge. Not sure how bad, here in Malaysia / outside the Middle East players...”

In my February prediction, above, some things seem to have come true. This leads up to the killing of Christians in many locales and the breaking of the 6th seal of Revelations. Our Rapture. Be strong, you who have faith. Already, PAS is testing the Agong in Malaysia, blasphemous connotations made of Islam, mass shootings and stabbings, preceded by Kate’s cancer admission. Will disobedience to God peak this April or May? And why?

Will be working late tonight to redesign the cover of Mss2, back and front. Want to have it printed with a flat spine and a softer cover, maybe light brown paper. Liew witches dispensing aches to my eye and mouth. Their time is short to derail God’s takeover plan.

Return of the Mac, Swiftly…

I promised Steve to be loyal to Apple and Tim that I would buy one of his new iPads. Now, it’s time to write my first app for iPad -on an iPad. See if that’s possible. It will be a learn Chinese app. Something I need myself. I know I’m supposed to do art stuff for a living but our new place isn’t ready to be moved into yet. Time left to squeeze in more programming work. I haven’t designed the interface of RouTa yet but I hope to get some inspiration this afternoon. More later…

Spent some time with my guitar, banging out some songs and rhythms. Did a little Chinese flute and relubed my chromatic harmonica. Mom is saying we will move to the new house definitively this month itself. I don't know what to say -my home for over 30 years and it's time to go to a new neighborhood and start new relationships, doing new things.

Liew witches and their American rustlers argued over my mindspace, trying to pin important prophetic events onto my doings and personality. This is wrong, even as LiLian and co. trounced all the important things they wanted, leaving 4-5% to do later. All while we took hits. Literally for nothing.

RouTa is still nebulous. Just a few view controller structs from an example code project on my iPad. I need a learning flow, then an interface for it. I think it should consist of common phrases decorated like a captcha with pinyin hidden among the patterns as well. Each captcha is called up by searching for a word or words in a search box. I may then expand the app from there. Got to find out how to make captchas.

Decided to use the Analects of Confucius as the teaching material. Everyone wants to know how it goes and not how to order a meal at a restaurant. At least that’s my intellect. First hurdle, getting the captchas to accept UTF-8.

Wearing my Prospex 077j on Bond Zulu. Feel it may be the watch I wear most often as it’s comfortable, respectable, simple, and tough. Maybe I’ll write a Gimp plugin for captcha…

Getting a head…

Through the magic powers of Real VNC and tightvnc

For the first time, I managed to view and control my Pi 4’s Linux desktop from my iPad. I was never successful before. But there is an aura of hopelessness surrounding our home this Raya (Id). And the fact is I don’t really need much computing power anymore, being just an artist -wannabe, to be precise.

Will help make dinner tonight, as Mom is tired. She found her house keys at last, wedged into the sofa. I guess I’ll do some drawings tonight. Run tomorrow and see if my arm muscles are healed.

Dad is getting well, holed up in his room with attached bath, We fed him salmon sandwiches for lunch and Chinese for dinner. A warm chocolate Milo drink. Love helps one recover. I took a tonic to boost my strength and Mom took her vitamin C. Had a long warm shower and downed my meds. No plans to stay up late tonight. Nothing much to do. May write a bit speculatively in my essay.

A new morning, also a holiday here in Malaysia. Managed a run and workout before dawn. Attacks in the mind continue. Speculation of Iran launching ballistics on Israel, very soon. Wearing the Swatch am51. Mom, possibly worried, didn’t sleep most the whole night. I must have had 7 hours, on sedatives.

Today will be spent drawing and posting on social media. I guess also mindspace policing. Thinking of buying another BT keyboard but they are pricey.

I made a vegetable soup with planta toasted bread which went down well wiith the folks. Tonight Mom is making steamed rice with meats on top -an easy dish. Increasing and insidious attacks from the witchy Liew forces.

I’m in a loch, am I in Ireland…?

My ex from Ireland and I are designing a loch amusement park called ‘Nessie’. I imagine she will be angry when it doesn’t come true. Actually it’s round and smooth but not a proposal ring. It’s a type of lock that opens easily and quickly for fast access or getaway. It’s called ‘Terrorist’. Or maybe ‘Bond-o Seven’. Maybe she’ll name it better. I can’t divulge how it works yet but we made it together -the lock that is. I’m looking forward to having a legitimate income again. More later…

Came to pass that the evil prevention blockade is weakening and we’re able to sneak some inventions through to hopefully earn a little before the Rapture. Meet one another, and commune. So I did make money from a house after all -the lock on the gate of the house we’re outfitting to be our retirement home.

Woke up this morning on the bedroom floor again. Had been writing my essay and posting on social networks when I fell asleep. It’s been a while since the last long walk. Dad is down with flu and Mom, her usual health woes. Did my brief but intense pre-dawn workout which released those feel good endorphins. I may buy the Houm air circulator from AlliT if it’s powerful enough.

Other than that, nothing much going on as I’ve retired at 48 and am just taking life slow. Wearing my Swatch AM51. IIRC, I paid 640RM for it versus 360RM for my Orient Tristar and 560RM for my Mudman solar. Supposed to be made from bio sourced (plant material) plastic which is stronger than oil based. One of my go-to watches nowadays.

The UK Royals making the rounds in Malaysia, looking for support against their “friends” the Liew witchy 6. I feel bad not helping them much but I have problems of my own, memory and cognition problems. Anyway, they just want us to throw ourselves at the witches, go mad, and die in hell which is IMHO too much to ask.

Fresh from screwing up the Liew witches’ synapses. There are trillions of synapses in a brain. Hopefully they will not bother the Royals anymore. I am thinking of getting my career started later today seeing as  how the usual prevention blockade is weak. Finish buffalo man and the dancing girl sketch montages. Art doesn’t need a computer, at least not until you want to share it. I’m mostly stopping computer work from now on.

Making rules for a game…

This is a continuation of “Vampire” where I promised to upload some astrology materials for playing a Tarot game. Also will be heading out this evening to buy a Houm fan. Seems it won’t rain. More later…

I scouted out my MaSPeG. I need to lump 3 personalities into 12 groups. Then I need the zodiac sign these personalities fall under. Major, minor and center. Finally the psychology of each Tarot card. I think it will be a booklet I can offer for players to download by tonight.

Results of my research. The game can start!

After an hour or so, I had matched the MaSPeG to the Zodiac and the Zodiac to the planets, sun and moon. Then I matched the Tarot to the heavenly bodies and Zodiac. So now, a card should be explainable by the MaSPeG personality chart and we have a game.

So ‘Good Sport-Fair Player is : Wheel of Fortune / Judgement, which in my deck is rendered as:

We see the meeting in the clouds and the living creatures of heaven (all Biblical symbols). The wheel must be a karmic device and the hooded figure with the bleeding side, is he Jesus? Looking at everyone’s hand to determine their reading can shed more light on what your hand might mean. The first one to read the whole sequence of hands correctly, wins a point and becomes the next dealer.

It would be interesting if a reading comes true outside of the game environment!

Under assault…

I’ve been assaulted by the Liew witches and their recruited kids and babies. Tried to save the young ones but many are being destroyed -the Liew forces know the human psyche from living Satan’s teachings. Up till now, we’ve been gentle and talked in general terms about gospel. But the time is coming for us to expose the powers of the air that are among and above us. Sounds so dramatic! But these sith are dangerous as they are insidious. More later…

It seems likely that some Biblical predictions may come true out of desperation in a few days from now. One of which is:

Eph 6:12  For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Rev 17:9  And here is the mind which hath wisdom. The seven heads are seven mountains, on which the woman sitteth… Rev 17:18  And the woman which thou sawest is that great city, which reigneth over the kings of the earth.

This is the state of things shortly to come but we can now read into it with current events and a little logic. Rome has 7 hills but each hill cannot be a kingdom. The woman is maybe Jerusalem? And Jerusalem does not reign over Rome, does it? What nations built their capitals / palaces on a hill or around one? More research is needed. More later…

It is thought that the antichrist will declare peace with Israel-Jerusalem, electing 10 princes from around the region surrounding the Middle East, and they hate the Jews, who can these 10 kingdoms be but the enemies of Jacob and Yitzhak?

my own research

from madinahmedia.com

7, 8, 9th king appears to be in Saudi Arabia, UAE, Iran. 6th king from Africa / Egypt, 1st king in Yemen has ties to Turkie and Russia, a further 2 kings. Then it gets complicated, there are 3 kings in Iraq which must also be the “head” with the fatal wound. Interestingly, threaded through the Middle East are the Allied powers of France, UK, and America, acting as moderator rods. More later…

The big question, the elephant in the room: where in all this is Joel Osteen? No? Where in all this is Mohammed since it has his name? Yea, is Islam evil? Is Judaism / Zionism good? You have to look at history to tell that Islam is good as it moderates all things in Arabia and the lands of Ishmael. So are kingdoms of Islam good? They are actually corrupt, misogynous, backward, and insincere, while the Jewish leadership, stubborn and heartless, just as they were at the time of Jesus. What cursed the children of Abraham? His beautiful wife laughed scornfully at God and cynically offered a slave to birth an heir for him. Yitzhak went blind, and his firstborn was cheated of his blessing. Curses trickle like blood down history so potent with prophecy.

Lesser dreams…

I guess being called up to the rapture is my biggest dream, yet to prepare for it is hard. I already exercise daily and work my mind to keep fit and hopefully not be overwhelmed by my burdens -the scared and worried hearts of the west and the Liew witches. How much should I save? Where should I go / avoid going? 

It’s a long way spiritually, from questions like, will I ever get rich?  Even if my life were demanded from me by God, I should lay it down humbly. Life is confusing. It seems the greatest gospel achievers often suffer the most.

Today, I want to talk about that age old but now very topical question even Buddha had to crack a bodhi nut to realize and does he actually fully explain it, or does only he know? The question is: SUFFERING. It’s a no brainer that suffering comes to the fool and the coward (mea culpa in many ways). Suffering does not lie in bed with the meek (also my testimony). Suffering rebounds off those engaged in the harvest of souls. Suffering is a disease conveyed (as a carrier) by the damned. More later…

Call me inconsistent, but I have experienced all these vectors of suffering and am still alive, mostly functional and not too ugly. I trust in the Lord Jesus. I am Daniel in the Lion’s den often times. I have met the Lionel Messi of heaven, as a football he kicked. I’m confident of finding the back of the net.

So to those in suffering, if you are in Gazza, peace to you, I have to say, examine your heart and let it lead you to the right side of the struggle. If you are in jail in Israel, peace to you as well, you have chosen a side of inaction, put yourself in spiritual fetters, so pray and fast. And to those whose authority sends lives into the conflagration, peace to you too. Read the scriptures and prepared religious advice every day.

Mostly did nothing…

I’ve entered an essay competition by Portside, on human rights. I finished half the paper in around an hour and will do the rest maybe late tonight or tomorrow while the folks are at hospital. Mom is worried about her weight loss and has scheduled a scan. Dad is just going for a regular meet with his doctor.

I heard about the essay competition on a writers’ Facebook group I joined. I feel like I should know in depth, what human rights are about after the torture I suffered via telepathy in this group of sharks I’m hung into. Unfortunately, I may be raptured before I can even smell the 5k AUD. Something to put out there for entertainment value, I guess, like yesterday’s doubtful FFM submission.

Other than that, and 5 minutes of exercise, I’ve been a couch potato. Learning to do less is as hard as struggling to do more. Doing less but achieving what matters, that is. The art of productive relaxation. Maybe a topic for my next Medium article.

I still don’t know why so much traffic to Dogblots comes from HK. I don’t even speak Cantonese. Almost all my readers are from Hong Kong with a few from an “unknown” region, secure browsing, perhaps.

Am taking my meds early and a sedative too. Hope to run and work out early tomorrow as usual. More later…

After mentioning about my readers, they came less often. That’s more normal but please don’t stop reading Dogblots. A source of fun, sometimes good information and general advice nobody else will touch on in these end times of mind oppresssion.

Now I’ve figured out the Tarot game rules charts. I will use the MaSPeG 3-in-series of which there are 12 trios, attached to the 12 signs of the western zodiac and their personalities, attached to the tool-emotion, function-philosophy chart. This will predict the future within the game confines.

“Vampire” : a card game…

“Vampire”, something like chor tai dii:

1. This is a game for 4 or more people and a deck of 52 playing cards plus 2 jokers.
2. Start by drawing  6 cards from the pile, downturned and shuffled
3. Black cards are wards of evil
4. Red cards are blood the evil wants
5. Joker cards are the vampires a player may become
6. A player must lay down his hand such that if any one player has a joker, that vampire will pass by
7. For example: The vampire may eat the blood of a Queen if not a King so K wins over Q
8. For example: The vampire is scared off by a cross or stake of 1,2,3,4 in black cards
9. Maybe other combinations of red plus black are also good, need to experiment
10. Once given vampire, there are 2 strategies, deny the bloodlust or hide it until you can strike
11. A joker rejected makes the rounds to the weakest player
12. A joker received may be used at any time to bite and turn any player who loses, into a vampire too
13. If you are a vampire or a priest, the objective is the same, not to lose your hand, just that this criteria is different for each type of player.
14. The reason for 2 Jokers used, is for suspense. Nobody knows if there is another vampire!
15. When a vampire or priest lays down all his cards, he wins the game just like poker. But the vampire and priest have to battle while playing different combos and strategies. That is the fun.
16. For example: a priest will lay cards to avoid his red being consumed and used against his black
17. For example: a vampire will lay cards to avoid being staked by black cards while taking the red and winning the combo round
18. This is a game of unpredictable twists and tenacious strategy. Receive the darkness or guard against it with every move, or switch when you can win.

The above card game, I invented and is free to play and teach. The next game I also invented is called, “Missing” also played with a deck of 52 cards, no jokers.

1. Each player, there can be up to 6, draws 7 cards from a down turned shuffled stack.
2. The rules are something like Blackjack. A player throws out a seed, a high card hoping it cannot be ‘found’ i.e. it is missing, then the winner of the hand is the one who ‘retrieves’ the so called missing card. He plays the next missing, double or nothing.
3. The stakes get higher snd higher with each player betting his combos that the missing card(s) must not be retrieved.
4. Who takes the most cards in wins the round, even the game itself, one of high stakes and nerves if steel.

Finally, to fill these trying war / disaster times, a game called, “XO” which is something like solitaire but for more players.

1. X is black cards, O is red cards.
2. Players try to make xoxoxo… combinations laid out in the center of the table.
3. The value of each row is sum of positive X, negative O
4. If negative, then the next row stars oxoxox…
5. The winner of each row gets to start the next row
6. He can choose the highest card from a previous row to make his play or the lowest depending on oxox or xoxo direction, or his strategy

There is some down time. I own a pack of very nice US-made Aladdin 1001, and am inventing new variants of card games to play such as “Diplomat”:

1. This game is a teamwork game for 4-6, a bit like bridge.
2. Unlike bridge, players have to guess who is their true partner(s) and how long the relationship lasts
3. A player must take 6 cards. He may pass (key) cards to a ‘friend’ or ‘rival’ to test him or her
4. Players must not let on they are friends or rivals despite sharing cards
5. They may not ask for a card or display shared cards.
6. Finally, ‘war’ is declared once allegiances are formed and the players divided into 2 camps.
7. The camp that wins is the quickest to finish their cards, shared or otherwise.

Due to being prevented from my art, I decided to make a game for Tarot. It has to be simple. I own the Ethereal Visions deck, second hand as it is expensive, but never thought objectively about it.

1. This is a game for Tarot obviously called “Tell me my Future”
2. It is played by 4 players
3. The deck is placed face down into the Major and Minor arcana. Players take from both major and minor stacks.
4. Before the game is played, players must know basic astrology to tell one another their future in brief.
5. So each player compares their cards to see if the ‘future’ told by each one, and expressed by their cards is correct.
6. The correct teller must carry on seeing until he fails, then he must not tell again until the next game round.
7. The winner is the one who tells the most compelling future that comes true, by vote.
8. The chart on astrology will be provided here soon for download, maybe tonight. The pics

Been working on and off teaching gospel via my blogs, while completing my essay on human rights. Because I’m retired, there’s no hurry but I always wanted to improve SteveJacksonGames Cthulhu. So here goes:

1. A simple map is drawn on a piece of scrap paper. It should have a hallway and various rooms that are interconnected in random ways. Players roll the dice to proceed from room to room, past door guard demons of varying strength. A whip is one step, tentacle, back one step, and the other signs allow a door to be unlocked.
2. Inside each room, the game master must place a magic object / weapon which aids a simple quest -to exit the maze of hallways and rooms before the others

My life turnaround as an artist…

Sorry for the previous ‘artist’ post that was hijacked by gospel teaching etc. This time, I will try to upload and explain some of my sketches and studies and the tools I used, -the concept art I like to draw. I am almost done coding, being thus far prevented by powerful jealous and nefarious Asian witches. This will turn into a sort of comic / art / gospel blog. More later…

Finished, and am now just polishing up my final app. It’s a satisfying feeling to basically meet all the specs. Will do some art around dinner time which is in 3 hours.

Was at the small retirement house this afternoon to check for water seepage. Luckily there was none tho the tiles felt damp. We watched some Astro and the folks had ice cream. I gargled down a Coke Zero which I believe cleans my gumline. Saw a pretty girl at the petrol station. And we wondered who will be Jesus’ no.1 squeeze? This is because I’m the Lord’s acting no.1 -to handle the telepathy mixup.

It’s started to rain and I’ve put on the a/c, getting ready for my sketching work tonight. Mom will be making dinner. Charchoy steam pork and bok choy greens. My rib injury is healing well. I need to get lots of references for my art book and find a (local) publisher, maybe via Facebook.

… A new day, time to fill with happy things and healthy living that feels so good. I exercised and will resume my art work soon. We may be going over to our small house later. I will bring a sketchbook, marker and pencil. Not much computing anymore.