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Something horrible happened recently to a Key West friend, which he announced on Facebook:

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Michael messaged me:

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  12:30am

  Michael Shields

  Sloan….I’d welcome a chance to talk with you if you are able, say on Saturday??
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  7:43am

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Yes, I will be in town later this morning, at Sippin’ Internet Cafe, working on getting out today’s ravings, in which I included your and yours’ awful travail, as the Key West community needs to know. My cell is 305-407-4285. Maybe we can have lunch and talk, Bring your missus, if you two wish. I’m so terribly sorry, Michael.

After messaging that to Michael, more thoughts came, and after I got down to Key West on the shuttle bus, I had a sense of what I would add to the Facebook thread Michael had started:

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  Sloan Bashinsky Michael, been having some thoughts … This is time to let the emotions run; this is not the time to have a stiff upper lip, man up, and if you get that advice ignore it … Likewise, I don’t know what happened, but if you get friendly advice to sue somebody over your son’s death, don’t take that advice; nothing will bring him back, no amount of money will heal this terrible loss; but a lawsuit will make the whole thing worse, it will damage the emotion and healing, which will take a long time and never really will end, and you will be even more traumatized as the lawsuit progresses. I tell you that as your friend, as a father who lost his only son; as a former practicing attorney who saw grievous harm done by lawsuits; as someone who learned a great deal about soul wounding and healing, by having angels take me through it, and by me taking other people through it, with the angels’ help. There is, of course, a time and place to let the emotions run, best in private or with close friends, but spontaneous emoting is normal in such a situation as yours. I cried oceans of tears after my son died, but there were oceans left to be cried, I learned when I went back to his unmarked grave for the first time in 1988, about 20 years after he had died in his sleep, sudden infant death syndrome. Something moved me to go to the cemetery. En route, I went by a house in which I had lived with my 2nd wife, where I had planted a climbing yellow peace rose, and it was blooming, and I took a single rose bud from it, with some leaves and stem - that was the only flower on top of his wooden oak casket 20 years before. A solitary yellow rose. I got directions at the cemetery office to the family plot, drove there, parked, got out, started walking toward my mother’s grave stone, at the foot of which was his unmarked grave, i had been told. I was literally dropped to my knees, bawling, heaving sobbing, after 20 years. I repeated that ritual maybe half dozen times before the emotions stopped bursting out of me. Then, I went to the cemetery office and asked for help designing a grave marker. Just a marker. A woman holding an infant. On which, I had inscribed, “Infant

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  Sloan Bashinsky “Infant son, he opened our hearts and set us on our journey.”

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  Sloan Bashinsky Just telling you that now brings me to tears, Michael.

Sancho Panza wrote yesterday about my reply to Tim Gratz, of Key West, in yesterday’s When you hope things couldn’t get any worse, try laughing! post at goodmorningkeywest.com - there was no laughing for a long time after my son died.

Now that’s more like it… vintage Don Q strike across one of the Hydra’s head! Check Mate for poor Timotheo!

“Hi, Tim – the philosophy of war spins on who’s spinning it, but your Lord and Savior said to give up an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and to resist not one who does evil, and to turn the other cheek, and to do good to and pray for those who persecute you, so, if he’s truly your Lord and Savior, do you follow his advice? – a question I have asked many Christians about war, and I can’t say I recall any responses in keeping with what Jesus advised.

“That aside, since Christians historically have not held themselves to that higher standard, even Mark Twain’s piece was rejected by what I imagine was his Christian publisher, this I found curious in what you wrote:
“Now I do not want to or have time to debate the war in Iraq, Suffice it to say that 43 sincerely believed that Hussein had weapons of mass destruction and was prepared to use them. And in the end the destruction of Hussein was appropriate justice since he was a mass murderer, as bad as Hitler in numbers of innocents killed.””

“Use the alleged weapons of mass destruction against whom? America? That would twist the history books into pig speak.
“More to the point, assuming G.W. actually believed that, which I don’t believe, but if he did actually believe it, how is that different from Adolph Hitler actually believing he was right to exterminate as many Jews and Gypsies as he could? How is that different from Klansmen believing it was right to do the atrocities they did? How is that different from ISIS and al Qaeda believing they are right, so what they do is okay?

“As for the argument that it was a good war, to take Saddam out, because he was a mass murderer, well, now that argument can be used against G.W. and Barack Obama, by the peoples whose relatives and friends were killed by G.W. and Barack Obama.
Saying this another way, Tim, how the Iraq war turned out for America is the proof that it never should have been started. Ditto, the war in Afghanistan. The karma those two wars earned for America, not nice karma, is huge, comparable to the karma the Vietnam war earned for America.

“All three of those wars were for natural resources and US corporate profits. The arguments in favor of those wars are diversions, or delusions, or lies.
“Sloan

A true lover of wisdom has hands too busy to hold on to anything! He learns by doing and every pebble in the path becomes her teacher! Oink

I replied:

I doubt Tim got it, but he sure did ask for it. You didn’t mention my statement, that all religions are Satanic cults, did that hurt your feelings, Sancho?

Sancho wrote:

Most people worship Satan….. you too! But, wattayu gonna do? kill yuself?

I replied:

define Satan, oh great oink

Sancho wrote:

Satan, the great creator of all this melodrama we call human existence… the Jester/Joker in the deck of cards we call life, who seems to serve no purpose and therefore is able to “fool” you into seen all things as Red and Black, Good and Evil…. Magician and Joker all into one, the Lord, Satan!

I replied:

Well, Sancho, maybe if you had seen, heard and felt this Jester/Joker in ways I have directly in spirit experiences, and through his, or her, or its, unwitting usually but occasional willing human proxies or puppets, you might have a different point of view. The Devil certainly has a role to play in the Creation, but perhaps is not so detached and benevolent as you paint. You certainly come up against the Devil’s handiwork ongoing, I have heard you lament plenty about it over the years we have corresponded. Of course, what the Devil likes is for people to think being in a church is where the Devil ain’t, or for people, like the New Age, to think the Devil don’t exist. Flip sides of the same coin, I suppose, probably not too distantly related to that river in Egypt.
Don Q

Sacho wrote:

Personally, I don’t care much for who or what ever is running things on this here plantation… be it Devil or God!

I replied:

Mostly, it be de Devil, maybe ‘cuz most peoples don’t want to hear what God has to say, and the Devil be most happy to tell peoples just about anythings they wants to hear.

Moving to the Cudjoe Key bus stop on US 1 yesterday morning …

A fellow I had not seen on the bus before walked up to the bus stop just before the shuttle bus arrived. I don’t recall what led up to it, but I said the day before I had not been paying attention coming back to Cudjoe Key on the bus and the bus was on Summerland Key, the next island up US 1, before I woke up to my predicament. The fellow said he’d done much the same a while back, on the last nighttime bus up the keys, which stops in Marathon, and when he realized where he was, he was at Bahia Honda, way above Big Pine Key. He got off the bus there and started walking back toward Cudjoe Key, about 10 miles away. He had to stop and rest once on Big Pine Key, and eventually a sheriff deputy came by in his cruiser and stopped and asked him what an old man like him was doing out on the highway like that so late at night? After hearing what had happened, the deputy offered the old man a ride, and took him home.

I said, about the same thing happened to me. Walking back to Cudjoe Key from Summerland Key the day before, I tried hitching a ride, but no luck. Then I saw a deputy sheriff cruiser ahead on the right side of the road, parked in the shade of tall trees, shielding him from the afternoon sun. I walked up to his cruiser and told him what had happened, and why this old man was walking down US 1, and he said to get in the back seat, he’d take me down to Cutthorat Road, the turn to where I stay on Cudjoe, with a friend, which is the same turn the old fellow at the bus stop takes to get to where he stays with friends, also.

The deputy took a left, though, on Spanish Main, the first road on Cudjoe, and drove down it to the first interior road to the right, and turned down that road to Cuttthroat Road, where he let me out and nobody could see what he had done. En route to Cutthroat, I said I knew this side road well. Just a bit futher down it, I once was picked up by a biker chick. Really?, the deputy asked. Really, I said. And just the night before she had emailed me about maybe my girlfriend, who is in the county jail, and I maybe being able to stay in a home she owns on another key, if she can get problems with it straightened out. Maybe this is a sign, I told the kind deputy.

The old fellow at the bus stop said the deputy who helped him out said he wasn’t supposed to do it, but he was doing it anyway, because it was the right thing to do, and the reason he took the old man to where he stayed, instead of letting him out where Cutthorat comes into US 1, was so nobody would see what was happening.

On the bus, the old man sat across from me, and we talked some more. He’s on disability now, I didn’t ask why. I said I was disabled by God, and Social Security would not recognize that. But I’m on Social Security retirement benefits now, but that’s not as favorable as disability benefits, for then all of your medical is paid for, the old man said. The old man about my age, it seemed, 72.

When he said he once had been an air traffic controller, I said, well, that takes me back to when I practiced law in Birmingham, Alabama, and I tried an airplane crash case in federal court arising out of a single engine private airplane, a Cessna, crashing in socked-in conditions at Bates Field in Mobile, Alabama. The pilot, from Birmingham, his mistress, from Mobile, and the pilot’s scuba diving instructor, from Birmingham, all were killed. They were returning from scuba diving at John Peneekamp on Key Largo.

I said a Birmingham law firm representing the widow of the dead scuba diving instructor first got the case and collected all the insurance proceeds they could, then they referred the case to me, for me to sue the FAA. For the recording tape of the conversation between the pilot and the air traffic controller, which the FAA had given to the NTSB (National Transportation Safety Board, which investigates airplane crashes), had been tampered by the FAA deleting a crucial part of what the air traffic controller said when the pilot was on final approach. Ihe lawyers for the pilot’s insurance company had somehow obtained an untampered recording, and had given it to the law firm representing the estate of the dead scuba diving instructor, whose widow was that law firm’s client, and became my client.

Armed with that, I sued the US Government for the FAA, through its air traffic controller, contributing to the death of the widow’s husband, an innocent passenger.

The pilot was not instrument rated and did not tell the air traffic controller he was not instrument rated when he attempted an IFR (Instrument Flight Rules) approach into Bates Field in about zero visibility conditions. The FAA recording had the pilot finally telling the air traffic controller he did not have an approach plate on board, which is a chart/map for that particular airfield, showing runway vectors and the radio frequencies for the airfield and the localizer frequency. The localizer is a radio signal beaming out from a runway, which pilots use to let them know when they are headed correctly toward the runway. Without the localizer frequency, a pilot cannot find the runway under IFR conditions.

On the tape the FAA had provided to the NTSB, was the air traffic controller, after giving the pilot the localizer frequency, telling the pilot he was crossing the localizer and to get back on it. Then, to someone in the control tower, the controller grumbles he has a pilot on final approach who says he does not have an approach plate. That was what the FAA deleted from the recording the FAA gave to the NTS. In moments, the aircraft is no longer on the radar. It has crashed. Conversation about that is on the tape. All aboard the Cessna died. The arrogant idiot pilot, deserved it. His passengers did not.

The old man on the bus said, quite a few times he had declared an emergency for pilots. I said that was my theory in this case. One of my experts was a former air traffic controller, who testified that the air traffic controller at Bates Field knew he had a pilot who was not instrument rated on his hands. An instrument rated pilot without the approach plate would have notified the tower of that well in advance. My expert witness said the controller should have told the pilot this was an emergency, and to maintain wings level, and to climb, and from there he would be guided by the air traffic controller to safety.

The old man on the bus said he had done that a number of times for pilots, who were not instrument rated, and that’s what the controller at Bates Field should have done.

I said, the radar at Bates Field did not have a feature which showed the altitude of incoming aircraft, but only displayed the lateral motion.

I said there was an aircraft second in line behind the Cessna, being flown by a private corporation pilot, who was listening to the whole thing unfold on his radio, and when one of his passengers asked what was going on?, that pilot said a pilot who had no green card was trying to make an instrument landing in this awful weather. In aviation parlance, a green card was an IFR certificate. I said that commercial pilot was my other witness in the case, both as an expert and as an eye witness, or rather, an ear witness. After the crash, he got permission from the control tower to fly around and go up upstairs and calm down, before he landed at Bates Field.

So, despite the clear evidence that the FAA had tampered the recording, to get the damning part out of it, which, basically was my entire case, because tampering material evidence, under the rules of evidence, means the trier of fact, in this case, the judge, no jury trial permitted in Federal Tort Claim lawsuits against the US Government, is supposed to make every adverse inference against the evidence tamperer.

But this judge did not do that. This judge said the air traffic controller did not have any way of knowing how close to the ground the Cessna was, so he was ruling for the government.

I told the former air traffic controller on the bus, the judge was known as a fine jurist, but there was no way he was going to rule against the US Government in that case.

I said, it was interesting how the tampered tape proceeded through the run up to the trial. I was laying low about it. But at the pretrial hearing, the judge asked for stipulations of facts, and the FAA’s attorney and the local US Attorney asked for me to stipulate the FAA’s recording. I told the old man on the bus I maybe had not thought through that well, I probably should have been prepared to simply say the plaintiff stipulates that is the recording the FAA gave us, and hoped the defense and the judge would let that slide by, and not realize I was going to spring the real recording at trial, after setting up the FAA lawyer and the US Attorney, whom I was about positive had no clue what the FAA had done.

But, I did not do it that way. I told the judge, the FAA doctored its recording, deleted the damning part, I have the full recording. You could have heard a pin drop. The FAA attorney and the US Attorney were not breathing. They indeed had no clue what the FAA had done. They knew something terrible had just happened. The US Attorney asked for my recording, and I said I would provide a copy. The Judge okay’d that, said this would be dealt with further at the trial.

Shortly, the US Attorney made an offer to settle, which I replied was insuffiencent. His client had tampered the recording, removed the damning part. Up his offer, or we go to trial. He said he could not offer more. We went to trial. He was not there. The FAA attorney tried the case. He himself was a pilot, and sitting beside him, representing the FAA, was an FAA air traffic controller, himself a pilot, and the FAA’s chief witness against my client.

I told the former air traffic controller on the bus, that case broke my spirit, for I felt I had won it, but I did not. But here, on the bus, was a former air traffic controller telling me I indeed did win that case, the judge was wrong. I said I never had talked with an another air traffic controller about that case, after I lost it, and it was no accident that we were on the bus together and I was being healed of that awful sore on my soul. I paused, said, I took this talk on the bus to mean God really didn’t want me to be a lawyer, at least not that kind.

The former air traffic controller said the US Government does that kind of thing a lot. He has a lawyer buddy going back into the 60s, who complains all the time about the government tampering evidence, doing bad things.

We then somehow got to talking about computers, and I said, while I had a pretty good legal mind, and was a poet and a mystic, I was a mechanical retard, and my laptop needed help, it was dropping the internet connection. The former air traffic controller said he knows all about computers, let him look at my laptop, he probably can fix it in about an hour. His name is Rick Roberts, he sent me on Facebook this information:

sloan,it is rick roberts. We met on the bus.
www.simplysolidstate.com
www.simphys.com
www.simplyrick.com

As things now stand, Rick will come over to Todd’s this evening, to see what he can do with my ailing laptop.

I told Rick on the bus yesterday that I would write up his and my conversation and publish it today, and I gave him a goodmorningkeywest.com “business” card.

Now what you just read is an example of the angels’ handiwork. Either you see it crystal clear, or you don’t. If you don’t see it crystal clear, there is no way you can see, or even imagine, what is going on.

To carry that further, here are excerpts from come of Biker Chick’s and my email correspondence, I removed parts which would held identify her, or were unrelated to this topic today:

She wrote:

Good morning,
Enjoying your blog.
My house may or may not be available and my attorney is doing some research.
After Mercury turns retro end of June I may be down to open it up after many years.
Need help with that. Plan to use it for a month or so every summer scuba dive
and then have a caretaker (You n Kari) the rest of the time. There are provisions.
She cannot smoke inside the home - she can quit at QuitNet and she probably
has been quit in jail - -
You guys would need to have jobs to pay the electricity and water.
This is kinda a long shot right now, but I thought about you.

Please think it over and ring me at __________ and shhhh!
This is highly classified. There has been enough drama at this house.
But it appears to have been “red flagged” and when / if I open it up
there could be serious damages - so let’s not get too excited.

Back to Kari - if she gets out and takes one puff of NicoDemon she will be re-hooked.
She must commit to staying off sickerettes and booze. She has quit smoking
and that is a great start.

Stay Well,

I replied:

Morning, Biker Chick - thanks, hope to visit Kari in the jail this afternoon, will tell her this. She is off booze and cigarettes now, being in jail. Keep me posted on your house. I’m hoping some kind of money change in the wind. Kari is not allergic to work. Thanks. Sloan

Biker Chick wrote:

“Quiet title is one of the options that I wanted to discuss. There is a case in front of the Supreme Court of Florida that should be decided by November. It will dictate your rights to pursue a quiet title action.”

Do you know anything about this??

I don’t want to put money in to this home unless I own it free and clear.

Will share what I learn from my attorney.

Don’t get too excited.

I replied:

quiet title actions are brought in court when there are competing claims to ownership of real estate, the action is brought by one of the claimants, the Florida Supreme court case might be prospective in application, not apply to disputed real estate claims already in existence. some constitutional restrictions on applying new legislation retrospectively
who is claiming ownership besides you, and basis of that claim of ownership?

Biker Chick wrote:

what happens to a home down there closed up for many years?

i don’t think it can come back

NOBODY is claiming ownership - it is still in my name

I replied:

For some reason, I thought you walked away from your home and let the bank have it back. If it’s county code enforcement claiming a lien for unpaid fines, that’s something else, which the county commission can ultimately resolve, if you pay what they want you to pay, less perhaps than the total they are claiming in fines. I doubt a quiet title action will effect a lien for code enforcement fines.

Interesting thing this afternoon, I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t realize where the lower keys shuttle bus was until I was on Summerland Key. Got out at the first service station and started walking back to toward Cudjoe on the right-hand side with my thumb out, no luck. Then, I saw a deputy sheriff cruiser parked in the shade of some trees off to the right ahead, and I stopped thumbing and walked over and told the deputy my problem, and he said he could give me a lift to Cutthroat Road, which is the turn to where Todd German lives. But when he got to Cudjoe, the deputy made the first left turn, and then turned right and went down the interior road, and I said, I know this road, a biker chick picked me up down the way one day, and, dang, she emailed me this morning about maybe me staying in a house she has on Big Pine Key. Maybe that’s a sign. I earlier had told the deputy the weird events with my previous landlady, which had me come to live with Todd, and before that, that I’d lived on Little Torch and also in Key West.

Well, I don’t know what the spirits are up to, but feel free to write back, if you want more of my rusty legal thinking.

She wrote:

HI There,

Please remind Kerri that she has now quit smoking and to follow NOPE : Not One Puff Ever and she will stay quit. Remind her of HALT : Hungry Angry Lonely Tired and these are triggers. If she takes one puff of nico she will re-addict. Plus she has to want to stay smoke-free. And not drink alcohol. My my do you have your hands full!

We did strategic default and the bank did too. Guessing the evil neighbours stripped the house. Plus there is mold so if the big case goes thru then many of us who walked away may be back and it will lessen the blight on the ‘hood. It will probably cost upwards of $60k to bring it back and I do not think I want to even use the CONtractors down there nor contribute to the economy again. Code enforcement ultimately was the dream crusher and allowed harassment from ________ via Code enforcement aka Pooping on the People in paradise. They are evil entities.

If I were you I would re-lawyer up and start practicing law again. This is what you are. Don’t listen to anyone that you cannot do it. Your Dad was probably really mad at you for quitting. I bet if you had paid your way thru school you would not have dumped your very excellent profession. ATTORNEYS RULE THE WORLD! A real cute guy I had big crush on is an attorney down there and he has an interesting past.

My late father had Alzheimers and passed at 73 which is very young in my not so humble opinion.
Go back to work. Kick ass. Take names. Maybe then step-mom will give you cash. She probably thinks you’d give it away to homeless people again. Nice gesture, Deer Sloan. But you have to think of yourself #1.
Medical costs. Can you get an Obama care policy on the next open enrollment? My son pays $53 a month after making $12 an hour 40 hours week. You need additional healthcare and should really ask step-mom to assist.
I hope that you are helping Todd and cleaning house real good and doing everything in your power to be a nice house guest. That is very nice of him. You should write him a thank you note and mail it USPS. Talk up his business on your blog to increase his sales. What a nice guy.

Okay done with the lecture. I am going to stand by on the ruling in November and may return to repair if it passes. If not, then we will make an arrange to donate the house since it is legally in my name and I cannot sell it.
Putting money in to it if I don’t get free title is retarded. We could have stayed there. I could have put in a renter or did a short sale. It was a terrible traumatic situation. Nobody helped me! I didn’t help me. Now with Mercury Retro I cannot think straight.

Talk to you later Sloan. Stay well.

She wrote:

If my old house isn’t trashed I have an idea of business down yonder.
Gimme hell. Be honest. If you like it, maybe you n Kari could be involved.
Let’s bring back: SQUARE DANCING & / or DRIVE INN
The drive inn would be Biker Friendly and chairs would be available for rent.
Before sunset a band could play. There could be an area for rollerskating / playground / ping pong.
I wanted to live on Palm Beach Island and Marjorie Merriweather Post made her
guests Square Dance and it is pretty darn good clean fun.
How about : A Pussycat Coffee Shop
They’re all over Asia. Where is MISS KITTY….???
People on vacation would always stop me and my dogs and share with me
how much they missed their pets back home.

I replied:

Hi -
Based on what you have written about your house, I don’t see a quiet title action. I see you maybe or maybe not working something out with the mortgage holder, or, if there was a foreclosure, with whomever acquired title then. And perhaps there is stuff to work out with county code enforcement. But it looks like a heap of time, trouble, worry, and perhaps money for you, and I don’t see, not yet anyway, why you need a lawyer involved, which might cost a bundle, if he gets paid for all the time he spends on it.

There is no telling Kari what to do about smoking and drinking. She does not even listen to the angels, or to judges, or to anyone. She is not smoking, nor is she drinking, in the jail. When she gets out of there, whenever that is, she will do what she wants to do. Hopefully, she will refrain from smoking and drinking, that will be best for her in all events. Hopefully, she will want to refrain because she likes other things going on in her life better and doesn’t want to lose them, which she will if she returns to smoking and drinking. Time will tell. If I spend a lot of time and energy worrying about it now, I might go nuts. If I don’t let it play out, I might blow something beautiful.

No telling what would have happened if my father had not paid for my education. Maybe I’d have ended up being a Keys flats guide. That’s what I really wanted to do, and later in life, when I was practicing law and not caring much for it, I gave a lot of thought to moving down here and being a flats guide.

The angels you told everyone on the Coconut Telegraph [www.bigpinekey.com] healed you after you and I made love, had me help one woman, Brenda, who would have been homeless, but for me, and other people, who were in financial straights. Maybe you should get onto those angels about that.

Todd has a robot vacuum cleaner, which tidies up the floors. I clean up after myself in the house, he cleans up after himself. So far, he has declined my offers to help with the occasional grass mowing. He likes yard work, tending to his many plants, shrubs and trees. I probably would fall out if I did much of that.

I work plenty hard, but it’s not visible. If you were put into my skin for 5 minutes, and had run through you what is run through me during those 5 minutes, you would go insane, and, if you were lucky, you then would die.

I explain that from time to time, but nobody down here, except perhaps Kari, seems to believe it. That woman I help out, Brenda, she believes it, because it’s happening to her. Like for me, doing secular work is very difficult for her, because of the spirit burden being run through her.

While I was poor and homeless, the angels went relatively light on me with the spirit burden. When I received the inheritance from my father on Valentine’s Day 2006, the angels ramped up the spirit burden considerably. They kept ramping up the spirit burden. Then, when Kari showed up a few months ago and we became a couple, the spirit burden eased some, or it felt like it eased some. I figured Kari started carrying some of it inside her, like Brenda carries some of it in her, as well as spirit burden having nothing to do with me.

This world has no clue what is really going on. Psychiatry remains in the cave man stage. As does religion. As does science. As does society. But for people like Brenda and me, humanity would be even more screwed than it already is, because then nobody would be working on what really needs to be worked on to keep humanity from going totally insane and just as totally demonically possessed.

Arnaud and Naja Girard asked me the other day, why I don’t start practicing law again? I would be good at it, it’s me, they said. I said, to do that in Florida, I’d have to take the Florida bar exam. To take the exam, I’d have to go through a serious background check by the Florida Bar Association, which would delve into my experiences in the hands of psychiatry and so forth. The background check might take a few months. If I passed that scrutiny, I would be given permission to take the bar exam. Then, I would have to study 6 months, to have a chance of passing it. There are bar exam courses, which would help me get ready to take the exam. I don’t have the money for the courses. If they are taught online, I would not have to travel to take them. If I took them, did the boning up, took the exam, it might be 2 months before the results came back. If I passed, then I’d have to be sworn in, probably in Tallahassee. No way I can get to there, for that, due to no money. But if I got around that, I’d then either have to land a job with a law firm, or the state attorney, or the public defender, or with a company needing in-house legal counsel. Or, open my own law practice, for which I have no money to do. To get through all that in Florida would require money I don’t have.

To return to Alabama and get caught up on my Continuing Legal Education deficit, which existed when I turned my law license in around the end of 1999, would cost a good bit of money I don’t have, but, unless the Alabama State Bar objected, that would be pretty straightforward to get me licensed to practice law in Alabama. But getting hired by a law firm or corporation, of the district attorney or the public defender, or a corporation would be another matter. And opening my own law practice would require money I don’t have.

I told Arnaud and Naja they had not asked me the correct question. Oh, what’s the correct question?, they asked. The correct question is, Do I want to practice law again? The answer is, no.

I’m reminded of when I returned to Alabama in 1995, from having lived in New Mexico and Colorado for 10 years, and not having practiced law in all that time. My father told me I should get an entry level position in a Birmingham law firm. I sat with that a moment, said, my heart just wouldn’t be in it. He lost his cool. I let him have it, said he’d never criticize me again in this life, because he would never see me again in this life. It would be better for us in the afterlife. I shook his hand, looked him in the eye, and told him goodbye. Immediately, he started coming to me in my dreams, being the father he probably had wished he had been to me, the father I wished he had been. He still does that.

As time passed, the angels tried different ways to unravel that, even as they gave me things to deal with, involving my father and/or his second wife, which were guaranteed to make sure he and I never would reconcile in this life, and we never did, even though I was making overtures, which he was using his lawyers to field and deal with me.

In fact, I was practicing law all along, but in God’s courts, not man’s. I’m still doing that. I’m not convinced practicing law the way I do can be merged with practicing law the way lawyers do. I think there would be too many conflicts of interests for the lawyers, between serving God, and serving the cannons of their profession. Or their wallets. Or their social standing. Or their family and friends. Jesus in the Gospels practiced law in God’s courts ongoing. How do you think he would have fared blending that with practicing law in Caesar’s courts? Well, we know how he fared in the Gospels.

Of course, if the angels told me to do blend the two ways of practicing law, to go through all that rigmarole of getting licensed to practice law again in Caesar’s courts, I would do it. I do what they tell me to do. Right now, they have me running for President of USA. Believe that or not. It matters not to me. But that’s what they have me doing, and they have Kari on the ticket as my Vice President running mate. Believe that or not, too. Angels do not think like people, thankfully. Otherwise, humanity would be a lot more screwed than it already is.

I think you might be biting off a lot more than you can chew, much less digest and eliminate, by trying to get something going again with your house down here. That’s with the bank and code enforcement. No way do I see the county letting you turn it into what you described in your second email today. What I see could be more of the same wrangling between you and the county, and you and your neighbors. That didn’t go to suit you before. Do you think it will go differently now? If Kari and I were living there, we’d not want that kind of local drama in and around our home. Nor would we want it going on next door, or within hearing distance of where we live.

You said to give you hell, be honest. That kinda how I tend to go about things.

Sloan

She wrote:

Aloha and thanks for writing back Sloan. I bet you were a great lawyer. They are like rockstars to me. Would rather sit in a court than a movie theatre. My son would need $100 K just to get educated. They sure don’t make it easy. WHY IS EVERYTHING SO HARD? My friend became an attorney and my late father paid his law school and he too hated the job. Quit. Made bad real estate investments and then returned to Law as a personal injury atty.

The attorney said the house is still in my name because the bank does not want it and I could rent it out.
In November there is a case in front of Supreme Court in Florida about quiet title which will set a precedent.

The pros verses the cons for moving back do not add up. But like yourself, I am very much drawn to FLORIDA my whole life. Maybe from another life. I believe we return with our soul groups. Believe in clairaudience and that I’m an Empath. You definitely have powers! ENJOY. It’s fun. Love it when I am alerted and can by-pass trouble. It is fun to guess peoples astrology signs on the first guess. Staying straight - no drugs or drink - helps sharpen these skills.

Miss Kitty is gone? Right?

People read your blog everyday. People also like to read about your privileged life. Sometimes, I put out wrong info just to see what happens. Tell em you just received a million dollars. See what happens.
SHARE more of your lifestyle of the rich and famous - it is interesting!! My parents were so low key we had no idea. Don’t know if that is good or bad. The rich sometimes think they are overly entitled and some of them park in the firelane, speed, treat others unkind like they are special - when they are not special!

OKAY thanks for talking to me. There may be hope for a return. Not getting too excited. I hope that Kerri LISTENS to you and doesn’t break your heart. Hope that you stay well and keep writing because we all enjoy it very much.

See You Later Alligator,

I replied:
De nada, I remain not encouraging about you trying to resurrect that house, heap headache.

As I recalled, you are a trust fund baby, or sorts. That has its ups and downs unimaginable to people who are not trust fund babies.

When I had to sell my place on Little Torch Key, at the last moment, I was able to talk Sandy Downs and her family into taking Miss Kitty. They didn’t want to do it, but then they fell in love with her. Sandy said, Miss Kitty moved in, the rats moved out. About 3 months ago, Sandy told me the next door neighbor had work done, and the workers took a shine to Miss Kitty, and after they were done doing the work and left with their tools and equipment, Miss Kitty was gone and the rats came back into Sandy’s home. I said I hoped whoever got Miss Kitty treated her good. All she needs is food and water, and to be allowed to hunt. That’s what she does, she hunts.

The first time I went to an astrologer was in early 1986, in Santa Fe. She was highly regarded, and known to bust her clients’ chops. I gave her the information she requested, and came back when she told me to come back, after she had done my chart. She was seriously subdued.

She said, basically, I was on a ride and, my sense, I was in for it. About a year later, two angels showed up in the wee hours and told me much the same. Years later, I was told they were Jesus and Archangel Michael. Then, I met their lady, Magdalene Melchizedek. Then, the real fun began.

You like lawyers? I found this online yesterday about Kari’s public defender lawyer.

And then I saw this on Matthew’s Faceook page:

Matthew Matteliano

April 16, 2014 ·

If Matthew lives that, he won’t be anything like the kid in diapers lawyer who got wrote up in the Citizen and later claimed he defended Kari.

Ciaosky,

sloanbashinsky@outlook.com