2015: the year of the sheeple and other coming super attractions in Key West and beyond

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So many yummy morsels this New Year’s Day, where to begin?

Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, ardent Mother Nature lover, existentialist, replied to yesterday’s Key West’s finest moments not in 2014, and other fake one human family delusions and outright lies, sprinkled with some true blue moments of the real thing post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

SLOAN: a year dominated by false propaganda and just outright lying.
Control of the major media prevents any leakage of truth.
the ship of democracy —-devoid of critical thinking —is heading for the rocks,
We are being savaged —we did win the dredging referendum….
We wish you a positive year———-Jerry.

I replied:

Hi, Jerry, agreed, except USA government never was a democracy. State, county and city governments provide each citizen with one vote, however that does not factor in corporation campaign financing and vote buying and campaigning propaganda and lies, and so forth and so on.

Was out on White Street Pier two evenings back, watching another lovely sunset, as a cruise ship eased out of the channel toward the setting sun. I asked a fellow if he had brought a rocket launcher with him to the pier? What? A rocket launcher. Did he bring one with him? Well, no. But why would he? Because there is a target on yon horizon I need a rocket launcher to sink and turn into a fine artificial reef. Still somewhat dumb look, until he looked at where I was pointing, and he said, oh. I thought fondly of you in that moment :-).

Jerry wrote:

Hi SLOAN: that is a fine complement—-“thought fondly of me” sinking the
sewage machine—-really I will take it as a nice New Year’s thought;
no Sarcasm —seriously—we should somehow try and promote Cuba
and bypass Key West.—poor Cuba -with its relatively clear and un-
polluted waters.—American capitalism will fix that…have fun—Jerry

“cartoon” by Arnaud Girard, co-publisher of Key West the Newspaper (www.thebluepaper.com), Key West’s real newspaper, www.goodmornningkeywest.com is a front for what you will read more about in this post today

I replied to Jerry:

Glad to oblige.

I also told the startled fellow, if I was able to hit the sea monster amid ship and break it in half, the bow and stern would both sink with the sawed off tops facing up, and the bow and stern would plunge down and stick in the mud, leaving the twin towers barely sticking out above the surface, blocking other cruise ships from getting into Key West, forever. After which fine sea burial cruise ships would have to go to Havana, instead of to little (tiny) Havana (Key West).

What I imagine will happen is the sea monsters will call on Key West en route to Havana, and then to Jamaica, Belize, Mexico, Belize, Cozumel, etc. What I don’t imagine will happen is the fine growing greener ever day people of Key West will ever rebel against the sea monsters coming here, because they like US greenbacks a heap better than clean ocean.

What I also imagine will happen is the sea monsters will come to Key West to get to Havana, and Key West will end up losing tourists to Havana/Cuba. I mean, who would come to Key West on a commercial airliner or in a car, to fly or run a fast boat over to Havana? Maybe a few people would, but I wouldn’t. I imagine NY City, Atlanta, Ft. Lauderdale and Miami will be the staging grounds for Bay of Pigs II, III, IV, etc.

Meanwhile, our clean and green mayor will continue to say, without batting an eye, that Key West’s waters are beautiful and clean, and cruise ships are as lovable as the nice sea monsters on the Saturday morning cartoons, and lunatics and people who hate Key West made up all those stories about the sea here being infested with flesh-eating bacteria every diver and physician in Key West knows for a fact infest the sea here.

I think maybe I should get at least one more rocket launcher and take it to a city commission meeting :-).

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan; Cuba is a beautiful country and HUGE—-deep water harbor
deep water all the way in —Much better—-key west cannot compete
except one can drive here -then hop on a ferry. who knows ???
a drama yet to unfold —fascinating—-happy happy 2015-!! Jerry

I replied:

Gosh, maybe Cuba will annex Key West and call it Havana Ferry Depot :-).

Jerry wrote:

it was the ferry depot for Cuba —-that’s how I heard about KeyWest
my parents took it to Cuba and stayed there -in a beautiful
place on the beach. ——not unlikely—- probable—go there directly
now and avoid Key West—Jerry

I replied:

Maybe the cruise ships will do just that, go to Cuba directly, and bypass Key West :-).

Recent Facebook banter with a New Jersey amiga:

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  12/27, 5:00pm

  Lynda Poland

  I started reading Heavy Wait on Christmas Eve. Jesus Christ on a Cracker Sloan! You coulda warned me about the ECT! I was shaking like Santas Jelly Belly! And Willa Sues dream about the Dinosaur? ( like mine waiting for me outside of the house I am in which is on fire?!)

  And p.s., My middle name is Susan. aka Lynda Sue to a certain group of friends.

  I am past the Oprah show and into money hungry shenanigans. I have a feeling this tale is not going to have a happy ending ~ oh, I hope I am wrong!
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  12/27, 10:46pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Well, Lynda Sue, shit happens
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  12/29, 11:03pm

  Lynda Poland

  So, I finished your tale….sigh…I did not want it to end! More! I want More!
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  12/30 7:03am

  Sloan Bashinsky

  The tale was written to the script Birdie McClain provided when I arrived in Helen, as per the first chapter (preface). I tried to deviate the script, to provide a get away, and a dream told me not to do that. So far, there has been no impulse to write more about the adventures of Riley and Willa Sue.

  Dreams back during that time indicated the book was going to get me out poverty - strongly indicated. The angels didn’t follow through. Sloan Young was the scribe, the toughest, truest man I have ever known.

  Perhaps the muse will have me write more about Riley and Willa Sue; meanwhile, I have all I can say grace over in this prison where I have been since the tale was done being written. Being poor again is not a many splendor thing. Nor is being mangled in dreams most nights, last night’s were especially delicious between some dreams that actually were delicious, none of which make any sense to me right now, but the day’s only just getting started .
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  12/30 8:31am

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Today’s post already up, can’t wait to see how the rest of today goes, I was told to sell my car, to raise cash, have a call into the garage that took care of it for so long, they told me the other day they could find me a buyer.
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  12/30 9:20pm

  Lynda Poland

  Seriously, the car? How much is your insurance? awwww, I know I don’t have to tell you it rains a lot down there. You gotta work it out so you can keep it. By saying you were told to sell it, you mean by the angels?
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  12/30, 9:27pm

  Lynda Poland

  To your knowledge has anyone ever sent Heavy Wait to Oprah? Have you sent it?

  There is some good music on the Kennedy Awards right now.
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  12/30 10:11pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Car insurance is $1400 a year. Can’t afford it. Can’t afford gas. Can’t afford maintenance. About only time I have been using the car is to drive to Marathon once a week to play duplicate bridge, and drive to the laundry about every 2-3 weeks. Can do laundry trip on bicycle, now that I have a cloth laundry bag. Did it today. Otherwise, I seldom used the car. I like it, though, best car I ever had, 2003 Toyota Highlander, bought it in 2006 after my father’s estate settled, then back to the Keys for fun, fun, fun.

  Never dreamed I would outlive $1,000,000, but it turned out to be easy, given the $285,000 loss on the Little Torch place, and $300,000 to keep Brenda going, and about $50,000 given away here and there. I have rain gear, top and bottom, I got cheap from home depot, and a good quality rain parker also.

  The angels sweat me like a pig on a bbq spit about everything I post, but they never seemed to lift a finger when I was asking them about “capital” money expenditures. I been all over them about that today. Like blowing a pea shooter at a rhino.

  I right away thought about sending Heavy Wait to Oprah, but it was darn hard trying to figure out how to get her a copy. I think I sent a copy to some address in 2007, after the tale was published, perhaps I sent the manuscript several years before that. It would, I think, need to be sent to someone who actually has Oprah’s ear and will hand her the book. I can’t imagine she wouldn’t like it. But then, lots of thinks I couldn’t imagine happened.

  I had hoped people who read it and liked it would start a grassroots/grapevine sales curve, but that didn’t pan out so far. It’s a pretty far out tale for most people, and the ending is so charming, but if it had ended any other way,it would have been fake, and, in fact, in Birdie’s storyline, it ended just as he had always envisioned. I knew when I finished it I was the schmuck going to prison.

  I was told just after I started writing it, in my sleep, that I was going back into a prison where I had once lived to try to help other people still living there, and then I saw myself in a prison with lots of men and women wandering around aimlessly, dressed casually - like L.L. Beam clothing. I saw a way out of the prison, but knew I would not use it until I was given permission.

  A night or two later, I was told in my sleep, “You cannot do this work correctly, if you are trying to get anything back from the people you are trying to help.” I already knew that, but, boy, was it then proven in fine detail. Money, friendship, love, thanks, food, shelter, nothing was I to try to get in return for the work I was being given to do, and still do, so far.

  I got close today to getting a paypal button for gmkw.com, but I didn’t build the website and don’t have the password to get into the back end of it, so I’ve got to get the fellow who took it over from the fellow who built it to finish the paypal installation. I didn’t expect much to come from it, but perhaps some donations will come in. I tried soliciting donations before, by having them sent to my snail mail address or wired to my bank account. Nothing. Zip. Nada.

  I figure if I was paid in money the value of what I do, I would be richer than Bill Gates. Tell that to the gas station and my car insurance company. Tell that to the places I used to hang out a lot, and seldom go there any more because I can’t pay for what they sell, usually food. I’m sure the angels feel everything is just hunky dory, not being blessed with their perspective and quite a few other features, I am having a bit of trouble singing praises to heaven.

  If the angels let me publish an email I sent back to The Shadow today, after he informed me there indeed were cops at the protest march, in plain clothes, in the march and observing from a short distance away, you might enjoy my reply or at least note it was written by someone with a truly freak show mind.

  Buenos noches, bon nuit, good night,

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  12/30, 11:17pm

  Lynda Poland

  yeah well, everyone who reads you knows you had the million and gave a lot of it away. They don’t get you were told to do it so they figure why give you more if you are just gonna turn around and give it away.

  it’s hard to believe your step Mommy and the lawyers would allow you to become destitute. If they fear you are going to give it away, they could just give you monthly stipends, right?
  I hope you know a good social worker down there…there are so many programs to help seniors but they are not advertised.
  So, get the paypal thingy up…you never know! night night
• 12/31
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  12:44pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  was wondering if you wuz going to write that you were so smitten by Heavy Wait that you told everyone you knew to read it and help the poor starving artist be able to have more than peanut butter sandwiches and cabbage salad and seaweed and yogurt to eat, although right now I’m chowing down on a delicious kingfish steak and Indian rice and vegetables cooked by my Shri Lanka landlady for her daughter and granddaughter and a British Guiana friend, the fellow who got helicoptered from KW to a Ft. Lauderdale hospital, and for me.

  Turned out, the Guiana fellow and his drop-dead beautiful Ohio girl friend were sleeping in hammocks in a tree in Old Town, and he was letting her use his hammock, which was deep-bodied and designed for sleeping in trees, and he was using her hammock, which was designed for camping and being about 3 feet off the ground, she is a nature woman in the liking to camp out sense, and he was sleeping way higher up in the tree than she was, and he rolled over in his sleep and fell out of her hammock, and after bouncing off several limbs and branches, he came to rest 37 feet later on the bare hard ground with a fractured vertebra at L-2 or 3.

  After the Ft. Lauderdale hospital learned he had no medical insurance, they got rid of him as fast as possible, after giving him a mostly canvass back brace he was to wear all the time, with instructions to put no stress on his back for a long time, and his drop dead beautiful girlfriend drove up there and fetched him back to Key West, and they were talking about getting their own apartment, she has money, and then, uh, oh, she decided to leave the Keys yesterday, which left him in a state of love jolted electrocution, and I told him predicting what a woman is going to do is like predicting what a mockingbird is going to do, and I’d had my heart broken by a few women and while it had been a while, I remembered the feeling well enough.

  After that double whammy, he was feeling better in his back and did shit he ought not to have did and was flat on his back last night, worse than before, and I gave him down the river and did some gentle craniosacral work on the insulted area of his spine, and they gave him oxy and he started feeling a little better, and this morning he was up and about, feeling better, perhaps the angels helped him some, the oxy is reducing the pain, the injury is not something to fuck around with. I gave him more friendly advice this morning, and who knows what he will do with it? Hell, he’s half wild, we’ve been calling him Mogli, He doesn’t think like we think, I keep telling my landlady, as she keeps saying he needs to change his thinking, and I keep saying that’s not going to happen.

  I’ve known him since 2007, we met on Higgs Beach, and he started coming up to my place on Little Torch with lots of semi-hippies to hang out in nature. They kept talking about doing drummings and sweat lodges, and I kept saying no way in hell, my neighbors would not care for the noise, and if they just stopped chasing after shit that couldn’t help them and thinking the way to Nivirna was just eating vegetables and rice and beans and potatoes and tofu and wheatgrass juice, and if we all just sat around in a circle and talked, they would sweat plenty, and there was a swimming hole down at the end of my street where they could go jump in and cool off between sweats .

  Never happened, they preferred bringing in shamans from New Mexico and South America, and lamas, and yogis, and new age healers, and vegan practitioners, and they are all spiritually mongreled up, although Mogli seems about the same as when I met him, except he’s done gone and found himself something he can’t outwit or get around, which is his fractured vertebra and his broken heart, not his first of those, so only with the fractured vertebra is he a virgin, who no longer can climb coconut trees like a monkey and get coconuts and bust them for tourists on Mallory Pier…

  I might have published the redneck goat joke, if you had not had to take it down because of your mom, I didn’t think to copy it. The redneck turkey joke was about as hilarious, but not quite as in your face . It is the female redneck revenge joke, for the goat joke.

  My stepmother and the lawyer are Christians. I never wanted to approach them, it was the angels’ idea and insistence, and also my father’s, in dreams. Fucked up ass backwards, in my opinion. Ass frontwards would be for me to simply make a living wage at what I do.

  Social worker would not be much help, and he/she might end up thinking I’m insane, then I’d have to become his/her psychiatrist , perhaps under cover, perhaps in his/her face.

  12/31
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  2:56pm

  Lynda Poland

  You must have missed my post on FB…I put a link to the book and tried to use words to describe it and couldn’t and just told everyone to “Just go get it”!! I’m going to send my copy to a friend in SC and she will spread the word there.

  I have a place right up on the corner that does the drum circle, angel healing thing. Now, how are they going to convince the angels to heal me?
  And you, make a living wage at what you do, what, the writing? or Lawyering? Want to help companies elevate their customer service by posing as a customer, observing objectively then filling in a report online for 3rd world wages? It’s about all I can do. I just can’t interact with people on the real estate level…I’m not focused or something.
  Don’t get offended but do your friends think Brenda is taking you for a ride? I don’t get a good feeling about her…from way up here!
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  12/31, 4:14pm

  Lynda Poland

  So Happy New Year to us both….the Chinese animal for 2015 is actually a sheep…not the goat. The year of the Sheepel? Oy!

  Mogli is gonna need a specialist…fucking hospitals…well, at least they didn’t take him to Jackson Memorial! Does he live with you?
  and what’s with the girl bolting when the chips have fallen out of a tree?? Not very nice, hum?

  hey! haven’t read gmkw yet! ttyl
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  12/31, 4:50pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Make a living wage at what I do, writing and talking; I don’t do lawyering any more, don’t have an active law license, never had one in Florida. I would perish pronto doing menial handwork, faster if people were around. As I wrote, if I got paid the value of what I do, I’d be richer than Bill Gates, but that work has no value in humanity’s thinking. Nobody I know has a good feeling about Brenda. She would not be a problem, if the angels had not had me buy that land on Little Torch Key. I’d still have about $250,000. The angels put me and Brenda together, that was obvious, and they kept after me to keep her alive. Maybe they are training her to replace me when I’m history. I see nobody else, anywhere, doing what I am doing. I suppose there are others, but I don’t now about them.

  Maybe the girl bolted because she figured she would end up falling out of a tree? Maybe because she wasn’t into extreme urban camping? Maybe because she didn’t relish being a nurse maid? Maybe because she thought she was doing Mogli a favor, because it had gotten crowded with him and her also living here, sleeping in the living room, hanging out, or outside on the ground in the garden. Maybe because she simply changed her mind, or is wacko. Thanks for the Heavy Wait promo, no, I did not see it. I don’t scroll all of my FB inflow, sometimes don’t scroll it at all, so I missed it. Can you copy and paste it into private chat to me, or into an email to keysmyhome@hotmail.com? Thanks.
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  12.31 4:56pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Ooops, a few brain cells kicked in, I went to your FB page, and there is your HW promo just second post down, thanks, I can copy it there and paste it here.
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  12/31, 4:58pm

  Lynda Poland

  ha! I was just going to tell you to do that….am off for the eening
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  4:58pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  I am crushed to know this is not the year of the goat, I had so hoped to be rid of legions of sheeple, dang, they must have planned this all along.

  
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  12.31 5:04pm

  Lynda Poland

  I KNOW!!! going to pick up pizza and hang with a few friends….all my best to you Sloan…Sure wish I was your realtor when you had Little Torch…not bragging but I’ve helped some people out of what they thought were dire circumstances. Damn!
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  12.31 7:45pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Dire circumstances are what I’m in right now; dire might be the angels’ secret middle name. But I had a nice New Year’s Eve dinner with the vicious van dweller criminals at Higgs Beach, and a nice chat with my landlady’s daughter, who is maybe 40-45, down for a visit with her daughter. Tomorrow I’m going to watch Oregon play Florida State, then Alabama play Ohio State, probably at Jack Flats. Then perhaps I will be so lucky as to leave on my bicycle and get shot kaput by a KWPD sniper for what I published today about the Conch Republic national role model, Officer Gary Lee Lovett. Key West’s finest moments not in 2014, and other fake one human family delusions and outright lies, sprinkled with some true blue moments of the real thing

  One of the vicious van dweller criminals said tonight that I might be hearing from Gary Lee about that. I said maybe that was my real intent, as in, the exit strategy. I also said, Gary Lee did it to himself, but is he man enough to own up to it? Another vicious van dweller criminal said he doesn’t understand how those cops live with themselves. I said those cops have no problem with what they did to Charles Eimers, they live with themselves just fine.

  As does their police chief, and his bosses in city hall. Gary Lee lied, made it all up; they did nothing wrong. Perhaps by the end of 2015, they will see that in a different light.

  

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1/1/2015 8:16am

Sloan Bashinsky

Had a Kali experience with my landlady’s daughter on the Higgs Beach pier yesterday evening, while we were talking about various things. She had read Heavy Wait when she was down here last year, and perhaps that had caused her to ask me yesterday if we could talk about stuff I don’t usually talk with people about these days, as very few people are interested in talking about it: the state of their soul.

I knew what was bothering her from many times past being around her, so pedaling our bicycles to Higgs Beach, I told her we could have a bunch of talks and she could cry and heave and wretch and throw up, but the short cut was simply for her to start being real, authentic, in all of her relationships, regardless of how anyone else liked it. She’s an RN, has plenty of conventional medical training, but also has a fertile mind and is not weirded out by what modern medicine and mental health circles are clueless.

I told her stuffing it, swallowing what she really wants to say, causes all sort of problems, medical, psychological, behaviorial and spiritual. It blocks the Kundalini. The unconscious, or the subconscious, I said, WILL express itself, it WILL have its say, no matter what. And if it doesn’t get to say what it wants to say straight forward, it says it in the other ways: medical, psychological, addiction and other disorders. So be real at all costs, if possible, and expect some discomfort in some relationships.

I told her about systems, families, businesses, churches, social circles being living organisms, like an amoeba or microbe is a living organization, and that systems do not like change, any more than a person likes change, and systems, like amoeba and microbes,, view change as a lethal threat and fight change with all weapons available, including lethal weapons, such as, threatening or even getting a divorce, shunning somebody, physically attacking someone. That’s how systems, and people, are, so do not expect roses for speaking her truth, but her truth she must speak, or experience even more troubles later.

I told her, if all people lived that way, there would be a whole lot less doctors, mental health practitioners, ministers, addiction counselors, etc. She agreed. Something moved me to tell her, back in 2002, the lady I then was paired with came to me in a dream and told me I had married Kali, and I woke up in shock! My landlady’s daughter said, Kali in India? I said, right. She said, oh, my. That goddess wants to get everything set straight and righted. Yes she does, I said.

My landlady’s daughter said, she loves it that Kali has a dress made out of hands, and I said a necklace made out of heads, and she is holding a head in one hand and a sword in the other. And she is standing with one foot on Shiva’s chest, my landlady’s daughter said. Her name is Tamara, but most of her life she was called Tammi, which she never liked and she told me not to call her Tammi any more, and I said, good, she was being authentic.

I said people say that scene came about because Kali had gotten pissed off at lots of people and she had killed them all, beheading them, and Shiva knew he could not deal with Kali head on about it, so he came to her and lay down under her and asked her pretty please if she could be nice and quit killing people. I said, to me that scene is a parable about having to have the head cut off, to remove the mind, which is the enemy of spiritual development; people have to live from their hearts and guts, the mind is important, but it should not rule.

Tamara said she suddenly was feeling really strong spiritual energy all over her, and coming up through her feet and out her head, and coming down through her head through her feet into the pier. I said, wow, that’s Kali, she agrees with what I just said, and that’s the first time anyone had any kind of meaningful response to my telling them about Kali, and about my being told I had married her, and what she really is about. I told you before that the third pic below is the last drawing I did of Kali, but there is one other below that, “Beloved”, which I still have; the older drawings of her, perhaps far more dynamic, went I don’t now remember where. My apologies to Kali.

My sense, Lynda, from a dream last night, in which my 3rd wife, a licensed clinical social worker and Sandplay therapist of international acclaim, said to me after we had fucked for a while, that I had not fucked her deep enough. In her Sandplay work (google Dora Kalff and Sandplay therapy), the deepest healing occurs when Sandplay clients reach for symbols from the other side of the world. Americans reach for symbols from Asia, for example, and Indians reach for symbols from America, for example.

That wife, Betty is her name, sometimes accused me of trying to put her and all therapists, including Sandplay therapists, out of business, and I always said indeed that was my aim, and I meant it, because I knew from what the angels were teaching me, and putting me through, that being real, being authentic, and claiming what was mine and giving back to other people what was theirs, was the fast track to healing and spiritual acceleration, and going to therapists and healers and gurus and church and so forth and so on was, basically, a diversion.

I told Tamara that, too, and she seemed to understand it, which was truly refreshing. Putting it into practice, however, might be quite a challenge for her. I told her it had been quite a challenge for me. My mother’d had her agenda for me, my father’d had his agenda, his father’d had his agenda, I was all agenda’d up, and it took quite a while and struggle to just be be me. The irony is, it takes a huge amount of energy to be someone else, instead of just being me.

You have told me of many troubles you have, and of not getting help with them, and I have seen nothing I have suggested so far has resulted in you getting any relief, or feeling any shifts, and I don’t see the angels doing miracle healing on you, from what you have told me, so perhaps this is their way of telling you what you need to do: be real, be authentic, speak your truth, no mater what, with everyone, no matter who it is.

I did tell the angels last night, before turning in, that they needed to tell me about you, because, so far, nothing I said to you was doing you any good. So here I am, telling you what I told Tamara, and how that came about and what happened when she and I were together, and how the angels responded to my request in your behalf, which was blunt, straightforward, and minced no words.

1.1.2015 8:21am

Sloan Bashinsky

Being who you really are will cut you out of the herd, the sheeple. I imagine Kali has Mogli in her crosshairs, too :-), and maybe lots of people. For a very long time now, I have viewed Kali as sort of female version of Jesus. Perhaps he got tired, perhaps he called her in as back up :-). Perhaps Kali is the “specialist”. I have a sneaking feeling they both really like the red neck goat joke. And the redneck turkey joke.

Meanwhile, I now am wondering if that dynamic pair will watch Oregon vs. Florida State and Alabama vs. Ohio State form the sidelines today, or will thet put in their two cents worth, so to speak.

What do you think, Curtis and Leroy?

Right, smart move; don’t lay no bets on what no supernatural beings are wont to do :-).

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  1/1/2014 10:41am

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Brenda, who is barely educated, wrote to me yesterday: “Happy New Year’s Eve I hope that this nest years coming brings you great blessing and lots of fun and love and most of all I hope that the angels give you better dreams and hard work I wish you the best of all things”

  I replied: “Thanks, I could do with less hard work, though, but it’s a shitty job and somebody has to do it. The angels need to start printing money and you wake up and your trailer is full of it. US dollars, money, not dream money.”

  Brenda wrote: “I could when I pass away but it needs to be here on this earth in real life. And thank you. Eat lot’s of greens and black eye peas and hog jaws for New Year’s just maybe them greens will turn in to money.”

As if to make sure I got Curtis and Leroy’s drift, Karen Bowers, formely Dragon Boat Queen of the Florida Keys, droped this Buckeye bomb on my soul this morning:

Newborns at OSU [Ohio State University] Hospital

Originally from the Buckeye State, living in Cactusland AZ by way of the Fla. Keys, I bleed Scarlet and Gray. Happy New Year!

I replied:

Har, Har, brainwashed from the grave, just like Alabama Crimson Tide and Auburn Tiger babies :-). Will toss this howler into the bottom of today’s post, where it ought to fit just peachy :-).

Sloan Bashinsky

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