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In my next to last dream this morning, Key West City Commissioner Teri Johnston dominated my internet activity. Now what was that about? I wondered. After waking up. Am still wondering.
Teri
For starters, back in 2007, after Teri won her first race for city commission, I gave her a print of the original “When Pigs Fly” painting, by Candy Mense, which she did in the Art Behind Bars program, which Lynn Vantrigila had started and run for many years in the county jail on Stock Island. I bought the original painting, and Lynn gave me the print, which I gave to Teri, which she said she would hang in her city commissioner office. Later, she told me it was still hanging there.
In 2014, I tried my darndest to persuade Teri to run for mayor. She said she was happy being a city commissioner, for then, but maybe later. I said I wished she would reconsider. She thanked me, but not that year. I groaned, said I feared that would mean I would run for mayor that year, which turned out to be a waddle, instead of a run. Another fools errand. The angels love fools errands. When I run them. Maybe they have other errands for other people.
Anyway, I told my gracious host Todd German all of that this morning, and that Teri might win the mayor’s race in 2016, if she files to run. She would easily be the best candidate, I said.
I don’t always agree with Teri, but I admire her tenacity and straight talk at city commission meetings. She does her homework. Reads and studies the back up on, and researches, all the items on city commission readings. She is most usually the voice of reason at city commission meetings. She is deeply invested in Key West. She likes people. She runs a contracting company, catering to people who want to build or rebuild a home. She is not, as far as I know, a developer. She is lesbian. She is female. She knows what it’s like to be discriminated against. She would provide city voters with a viable alternative to Mayor Craig Cates and City Commissioner Mark Rossi, who is not seeking reelection this year and has as much as announced he will run for mayor in 2016.
Cates is a Bubba Conch (born here), now in his 4th term. He said when he ran the first time, in 2009, that, if elected, he would only serve that one term. He is putting up signals that he will run again in 2016, after the city attorney, a Bubba Conch, proclaimed the term limits amendment to the City Charter, passed by the City Commission, will not prevent Cates from running for a 5th term in 2016, which pronouncement surprised the hell out of everyone else on the City Commission. Teri Johnston seemed outraged about that news.
Mark Rossi is an interesting man, I like him, except when he’s backing cruise ships and KWPD can do no wrong, ever. Rossi runs sin businesses on Duval Street, which do well with cruise ship passengers. A Duval Street stripper told me KWPD cops are trafficking street drugs in Duval strip clubs and bars, in exchange for providing nighttime security when they are off KWPD duty.
I have felt for some time that Teri was spinning her wheels as a city commissioner, and she should run for mayor. I told Todd this morning that I felt Teri could have won in 2014, and that her political capital probably is not as strong now, as it was then. Even so, I hope she runs for mayor in 2016. She’s the best hope Key West has to move forward. I bet quite a few people in Key West agree.
Oh, Teri attended the candlelight memorial for Charles Eimers on South Beach, where he had been killed by KW cops on Thanksgiving Day 2013: they believed he was homeless, but he wasn’t. Mayor Cates and Mark Rossi knew of but did not attend the memorial.
“cartoons” by Arnaud Girard,
co-publisher Key West the Newspaper
www.thebluepaper.com
On a very different front today, recently my lady Kari, currently in the county jail on Stock Island just above Key West, sent me a letter in which she said my birth stone is opal and hers is turquoise, and the chakras associated with my birth stone are the crown (7th) and brow (6th) chakras, and the chakras associated with turquoise are the throat (5th) and heart (4th) chakras. Kari asked me what I thought about all of that?, and to read further on it and get back to her on it.
opal, left, turquoise, right
This morning, I hand-wrote this letter to Kari:
Tues. 12 May, 2015
Dearest Meow,
So, about birthstones , opal (mine), turquoise (yours), and chakras, etc. 7th and 6th, mine, 5th and 4th, yours …
This 2-headed donkey sez: all that sez to me, compatability in the upper chakras, birth stones.
I’m on the shuttle bus, getting bounced around.
Anyway, I used to ponder and study on chakras and crystals, was important to me. Common thinking, 7th and 1st chakras, symbionic.; 5th and 2nd chakras, symbionic; 6th and 3rd chakras, symbionic; 4th chakra, independent, interdependent, regulator. Lots of schools on that, working directly with chakras, or trying to. Lots of similar schools on crystals.
Where I ended up, though, just doing what is in front of me, best as I can, in keeping with my training and spiritual guidance (dreams, transmissions, visions, ahas, body sensations, emotional sensations, etc.), was my focus and path, and that dealt with all the other which interested my mind, but did not advance me alchemically - lead moving toward gold, spiritually, which plays out in various ways in my human affairs. This, I feel, was, is, the essence of Jesus, Peter, in the Gospels & Acts (Peter).
Whenever someone tells me, “I am a born again Christian,” I ask, “Like Peter was born again? He is what Jesus meant in the Gospels, by being born again, which is seen in the parts of Acts about Peter. What Christians today call born-again is not what Peter experienced.”
Well, that usually is not well-received, surely only the devil could come up with that. 
In fact, the devil, D, came up with Christendom’s salvation formula, while Peter experienced Jesus’ salvation formula, after Jesus lived it himself. I keep saying Jesus is one of the 2 angels who first called on Me in early 1987, Michael was the other, but then I did not know their identities - only that they were angels, I saw them, I heard them, I felt their lightning strike me 3 times. I was wide awake, I was not in the DTs :-). Not made up. It happened. And it’s been happening ever since.
They melt me down over you, from time to time, to show me how deeply connected you and I are, how important you are, to them and to me. How many people do you imagine have the 4 Horsemen with them? You do. You could take all of that as a, hmmm, compliment. You could. Yeah, you could. Or, you could be a 2-headed donkey, which never worked well for me being that.
(The rest was written off the bus.)
Todd told me last night, when he was a boy, his father wouldn’t do business with people who told him they were born-again Christians, because he knew they would screw him. Todd said, again, that he really likes the Jefferson Bible, which Thomas Jefferson cut and pasted out of the Gospels, leaving out all the miracles. I said, the miracles are what Christendom fastened on, and missed the way Jesus lived and taught others to live. Todd said that was Jefferson’s point, how Jesus taught people to live was good, it made them better people.
In Acts, Peter’s community, except for one couple, put all of their money into a common pot, and each person received back what he/she needed. The one couple said they had put in all of their money, but had not. When Peter confronted the husband, I suppose the Spirit had alerted Peter, the husband confessed. Peter said he was sorry, then the husband dropped dead. As his body was being carted away, his now widow showed up and Peter told her what had just happened, and said he was sorry, and she dropped dead.
Now in my thoughts is your strong reaction yesterday, on the phone, to my saying I need a pile of money to effectively move forward and to do what I can to help you with your various difficulties, and if my stepmother dies, she will be better off, a win-win for her and me, and for you. I did not say, also for Brenda, who is near-starving in northern Georgia. I told you I didn’t always think that way, but I got over it. I didn’t want to engage my stepmother at all. You asked why did I engage her, then? I said, because the angels told me to do it, and they are bigger and meaner than me.
Perhaps all that was referenced in my last dream this morning, around dawn. I was talking with a young brunette woman I do not know, not even in my waking life. She says she is trying to raise money for St. Peter’s Church. I say, so the church and assist refugees? Yes, she says. I say, I think that church is privately endowed, it might be okay financially, be able to take care of refugees.
Maybe you and I are refugees?, and Brenda? There is a St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in Key West. It is the church I attended here, whenever I felt the need to attend church, for me, not as a work assignment. It was built by black Bahamians. The congregation is mostly black. My mother was Episcopalian. My white mother. My black mother was Baptist. A Melchizedek in human form. The Holy Spirit’s emissary.
So, we’ll what we will see.
I’m including in this long missive the part of yesterday’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com, about
Write On | Musings by the Ladies at the Key West Detention Center …
and the comments I submitted to Stacey’s poem.
I love you, Kari, you are my running mate
Sloan
Back story
On my stepmother’s passing, I receive my second inheritance under my father’s will, plus 1/4 of what my stepmother was receiving under a trust my father set up in the latter 1970s, to shield his estate from the IRS and any relatives turned greedy. I didn’t want to ask my stepmother for an advance from her own funds of one-half of my second inheritance, which I would repay her estate upon her death, out of my second inheritance. I resisted until the angels, and my father, in dreams, convinced me to do it, and to keep pressure on her, through her and my father’s lawyer, ever since, very little of which I have published at my websites. It sure looked to me that the angels were pushing me to kill my stepmother, if she did not advance me one-half of my second inheritance under my father’s will. I hated it, but finally I got over it and viewed it as just another awful work assignment the angels had dropped on me. Can’t imagine Peter liked telling that couple, he was sorry, and then they dropped dead.
As I was typing that last sentence, Kari called me from the jail, and I told her about my dream at dawn, and I summarized the above and told her the story in Acts about Peter, and she said, OH. Yeah, she agreed, we are refugees.
About 5 minutes before Kari called, I checked my email account and found this from Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, a big fan of Mother Nature, especially her oceans:
Subject: divinity
SLOAN: in the camp with Jesus are Cruise ships -sacrosanct ;
they don’t plow through the water or tear up the sea floor because
they walk on the surface -sail on the surface -no fumes they
cruise along on will power —-if there was a vote Cruise ships
would come out ahead of Jesus and God as absolutely sacred…
true—Jerry.
I replied:
True in Key West, for sure.
another Aruaud Girard “cartoon”
sloanbashinsky@outlook.com
candidate for US President, 2016, on the, hmmm, loon ticket
