An open letter to George Noory, Coast To Coast AM Radio show, regarding really strange journey of a redneck mystic living on Asteroid Key West

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My lady Kari is homeless, lives on the streets of Key West, sleeps on the ground at night. She was born with prophetic ability, which came to frighten her, so she turned away from it - her calling, which did not fit into her birth family’s religion. After starting to get to know me in late 2014, Kari entered a painful and unsettling renaissance of her gift and her soul.

She called me on her cell phone at 2:30 am this morning, from her hidey hole where she sleeps nights, to say I should contact George Noory at Coast To Coast Radio (https://twitter.com/coasttocoastam) - he investigates strange happenings.

Kari said she had just come out of a dream in which she was shown the cruise ship Norwegian Pearl, a very loud floating rock concert carrying some, or all, of the rock groups Ambrosia and Electric Light Orchestra (ELO) on board, which came to Key West on February 27, to knowingly, or unknowingly, attack and try to silence me.

You can read how that tryst went down in the latter part of the In search of the pearl beyond price through optical illusions: attending church regularly; US wannabe presidents; Key West Peary Court referendum; Norwegian Pearl Ambrosia Electric Light rock concert at Truman Waterfront shut down by city code enforcement for breaking city sound ordinance, then Key West and US Navy police had to be called in as back up to drive away the gods of noise ship and restore the peace and quiet again February 27 post at http://goodmorningkeywest.com/?p=35754.

Either of those links should get your there.

At this past Tuesday night’s city commission meeting, during citizen comments I summarized all of that to the mayor and city commissioners and city staff, and the city manager told me it would be taken care of. So far, no obnoxiously loud cruise ship rock concert this week.

Kari also told me when she called at 2:30 a.m. this morning, that she had been told in her sleep to tell me to find ELO’s “Strange Magic” online. Maybe that was for Kari, as well as for me, because it has not been easy for her to move from conventional to strange.

“Strange Magic”

You’re sailing softly through the sun
in a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.

I get a strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it’s a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic.

You’re walking meadows in my mind,
making waves across my time,
oh no, oh no.

I get a strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it’s a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic.

Oh, I’m never gonna be the same again,
now I’ve seen the way it’s got to end,
sweet dream, sweet dream.

Strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it’s a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic.

It’s magic, it’s magic, it’s magic.

Strange magic,
oh, what a strange magic,
oh, it’s a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.

Strange magic STRANGE MAGIC
oh, what a strange magic STRANGE MAGIC
oh, it’s a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.

Strange magic STRANGE MAGIC
oh, what a strange magic STRANGE MAGIC
oh, it’s a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
got a strange magic,
you know I got a strange magic,
yeah, I got a strange magic,
oo-o-o-oo, strange magic. (fade)

Kari and I like to hang out and relax at beautiful Fort Zachary Taylor State Park, which closes at sunset. That’s where we were last week when the Norwegian Pearl disturbed the peace and natural order of things with an offensively loud in your face rock concert, without having a city permit to do it.

Yesterday morning, Kari beat me to Fort Zach, as it’s called in Key West. She said she soon was accosted by a park ranger she had never seen there, who climbed all over her about having her bicycle beside the picnic table she was using. There is a posted park rule to leave bicycles at the bicycle racks, but as far as I know, the rule was not enforced this year, until yesterday, against Kari. Only against Kari, evidenced by the ranger telling a homeless man at a picnic table near Kari to take his bicycle to the bike racks, and the fellow said he wasn’t going to do it, and the ranger let it slide; and evidenced by bicycles I later saw parked at picnic tables yesterday. I told Kari she was targeted because of what I had done last week about the Norwegian Pearl.

As for me, in a prior life, I was born and raised, and later practiced law, in Birmingham, Alabama, where I eventually achieved some national notoriety writing consumer-oriented books in the early and mid-1980s. I was on “The Today Show” with Jane Pauley about the first book, HOME BUYERS: Lambs to the Slaughter? The next two books, SELLING YOUR HOME $WEET HOME and KILL ALL THE LAWYERS?, A Client’s Guide to Hiring, Firing, Using and Suing Lawyers., also brought me national exposure. Alas, despite great publicity and reviews, the stars were not aligned to bring me commensurate financial happiness.

THE HIGH LEGAL ROAD: A New Approach to Legal Problems (1990) was the first in a string of metaphysical books, which also did not make me rich, nor famous. The last published book, a novel, HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale, a primer for an entirely different way of living on this planet. is the only of my maybe 20 books, large and small, still in print - amazon.com carries it in trade paperback and kindle, in English and in Spanish. .

Due to financial constraints, I thankfully use the spare bedroom of friends in Key West. When I came in last night, the man in this couple said he told friends in Europe earlier in the day that his family has a prophet living with them, he goes to sleep at night and is told by angels in dreams what he will do the next day. That led to many questions from his friend in Europe.

I dream every night, and in day naps. My dreams always are about something I am engaging on this world, or soon will engage. The dreams are informational, instructive, correctional and/or spankings, depending on how I’m going about my life. Spankings range from jolting, to horrific, to terrifying, depending on how far I have strayed.

This strangeness began in early 1987, when I realized I was at the end of my rope, out of bright ideas, had failed in every way a man could fail. In that wretched state, I prayed: “Dear God, I do not wish to die like this, failed. Please help me.” I paused, as if it might make the prayer more … egotistical? … and said, “I offer my life to human service.” I felt something subtle, I wept. Then went on about my day.

About ten nights later, in the wee hours, I woke up and saw two whitish spirit beings hovering above me in the darkness. No wings, but I understood they were angels. I heard, not with my ears, but very plainly: “This will push you to your limits, but you asked for it and we are going to give it to you.” I remembered the desperate prayer I had made. Then I was jolted three successive times by what I figured was spiritual lightning. I saw the bright white flashes, felt the jolts, they were electrical, my body lurched. The beings faded out. I lay shaking in bed, sweating.

That was the beginning of my eventual abject unconditional surrender to not my will but God’s will be done, and the heavens, in stages, opening to me: the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly (sometimes VERY ugly) - nearly all of it supernatural, with a little ET phenomena tossed in.

Parallel were various spirit trainings, some horrible and terrifying beyond human imagination, more difficult than anything Christendom’s straight arrow mystic San Juan de la Cruz (St. John of the Cross) ever could have imagined - which first changed me into what, I suppose, could be called a star shaman, or a universal shaman, and later into a Melchizedek exorcist priest - reference Letter to the Hebrews, New Testament. All of which left me so different from the man who had made the forlorn prayer in early 1987, that I truly was a stranger in a strange land - reference Robert Heinlein’s novel by that name.

Eventually, I came to know the two angels, who came in early 1987, were Jesus and Archangel Michael. Later, the angel Magdalene Melchizedek joined them in running me ragged.

Here are three watershed poems, which just arrived, as in they fell out of me as fast as I could write them when I was homeless in Key West, outlining my own strange journey:

“Heavy Wait”

I know what it is to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.

I know what it is to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free.

I know what it is to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.

I know what it is to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayal
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.

I know what it is to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.

I know what it is to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.

I know what it is to give
and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.

I know what it is to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.
(April 2001)

“I AM A MAN”

I am a man.

I said,
I am a man!

What means it,
being a man?

A man is a warrior:
he lives by a code of honor,
his word is reliable,
his actions confirm his words,
his commitment is holiness,
his enemies are welcome at his hearth,
he fears but moves forward,
he cries and gets up again,
he hates but forgives,
he loves and let’s go,
he doubts but trusts God,
he’s a good friend,
he seeks resolutions,
he demands nothing,
he risks everything,
he regrets his mistakes,
he seeks to make amends,
he puts others’ welfare first,
he accepts apologies truly made,
he expects nothing back,
he lives ready to die,
he laughs when he “should” scream,
he screams when he “should” laugh,
he sings just because,
he shrugs off insults,
he learns from misfortune,
he cusses God for making him,
he wishes he was done,
he loves children and animals,
he relishes a woman’s scent,
he smiles when he’s content,
he knows God’s his master,
he walks in rainbows,
his garden is the world,
his way is nature,
he loves fishing,
his wife is his soul,
his food is life,
his pay is whatever he receives.
Yep, he’s crazy.
(May 2003)

“SHANGHAIED”

A calling to serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one:
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.
(June 2004)

I publish something fresh each day at goodmorningkeywest.com, with most of the emphasis on this world, into which not of this world projects itself and plays out with most people having no clue it’s all one big happy, or unhappy, family.

For example, when I engaged the Norwegian Pearl and its rock bands, I engaged the spirit beings (or energies) out of which the Pearl and those two bands had projected into human form.

I engage human dramas arranged by the angels for me to meet in keeping with my training and ongoing angel input in dreams and other forms of communication they have established with me.

For example, one way I “read” what I’m engaging is how my body feels during the run up to and then the actual engagement.

The engagement with the Norwegian Pearl and the two rock bands is tearing up my liver and G.I. tract, meaning the Pearl (and its parent company) and those two bands are seriously infected with Lucifer, and they may have no clue of it.

Here is a teaser for a very dirty Key West engagement in which I have been deeply involved since Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com), which publishes online every Friday, first broke the story in 2014. My latest participation is in the reader comments:

And here is teaser for my own article in the current blue paper, the “cartoon” was done some time ago by Arnaud Girard, co-publisher of the blue paper, with his wife, Naja:

by Sloan Bashinsky……. During this past Tuesday night’s city commission meeting, City Attorney Shawn Smith advised the mayor and city commissioners that the U.S. Department of Justice had determined there was no prosecutable offense in the Charles Eimers death in police custody case, which the blue paper broke and continued vigorously investigating and reporting through [read more…]

Four times, the angels put me to run for mayor of Key West: 2003, 2007, 2009, 2014. Not being a politician, and being run by angels, I said things at candidate forums and to journalists, which no politician would dare say.

Such as, anyone who actually wants to be elected mayor is insane, a crook and/or an eg0-maniac.

Such as, no more new development, period, the end; the Florida Keys already are way over-developed and there is not a person living here who can look in a mirror and honestly argue otherwise.

Such as,

below, the back of that year’s campaign T-shirt - Aphrodite

The angels also put me to run three times down here for the county commission, and once for the school board.

I suppose I should thank my lucky stars I never came close to being elected, because I really detest politics.

From time to time the angels put me into national and even international politics. For chuckles, my review in yesterday’s If Key West don’t look out, it might get itself a bad reputation post at goodmorningkeywest.com, of the just-released movie, “London Has Fallen”:

Saw “London Has Fallen” last night at Regal Cinema on North Roosevelt Blvd, Key West. Billed as a “family movie,” what a bizarre story line. American drone drops missile in private compound where huge Muslim wedding is underway. The target is Mulsim bad guy arms dealer, who sells weapons to people who use them on Americans, while America is selling weapons to people who use them on America’s enemies. Bad guy somehow escapes what appears to be total annihilation of everyone inside the compound, mostly his own relatives and friends of the young bride and groom, and lots of children. Bad guy spends long time plotting revenge. Kills British Prime Minister, but it looks like he died of natural causes. American president and heads of state from around the world come to London for funeral. Bad guy’s forces, including what appears to be one-half of London police force, attack and kill many innocent bystanders, including women and children, and most of the heads of state, and blow up several London landmarks, including London Bridge and West Minister Abbey. But, of course, otherwise there’d be no movie for Americans, the American president is saved, and repeatedly saved thereafter, by his chief of security, a serious bad buy with wife at home expecting her first baby.

After lots of narrow escapes and plenty more shooting and blowing up of things and people, the president finally is captured and the idea is to torture and then behead him on You Tube, but his now back on his feet security chief, after having survived, along with the president, their car being rammed by a big truck, with help of British commandos and the security chief’s old M16 flame, who figures out the code the bad guy used to hack into British command center with help of insider in British Intelligence, so that the power is resorted in the British command center and all over London, while the president’s security chief rescues the president just in the nick of time, killing an endless number of bad guys. Then, together, they kill a lot more bad guys with automatic weapons, grenades and knives taken off bad guys they killed. Then, the security chief calls the British commando leader and tells him to detonate the C-4 charges, I imagine it was, the security chief had placed in strategic locations in the bad guy’s London building, in which the president and his security chief are surrounded by many more bad guys, and they dive down a shaft of some kind, several stories, and avoid the giant explosion and inferno death and destruction above and are not even seriously injured from falling several stories to the first floor, where the British commandos find them and leave them to find their own way to safety, because the commandos have something else more important to do, what that is I didn’t get.

Morgan Freeman plays the US vice-president, who has telephone conversations with the head bad guy, whose entire family the drone had killed. As the bad guy is threatening the war has just begun, the vice-president tells the bad guy to look out his window, which is a skylight overhead, just in time to see a drone dropped missile descending, KA-BOOM!!!, everyone in the building is vaporized and plenty of bystanders out on the street, too. The president’s security chief, after hearing the vice-president say on TV it isn’t okay to do nothing and let bad things happen, deletes the email resigning from his job, which he had written but did not send before leaving his pregnant wife and going with the president to London.

End of movie.

Terrific, I thought. How fucked up is that? Hollywood endorses American drone warfare anywhere. I leave you to have your own opinion, either from what you read above, or from seeing the movie. However, I will tell you, in a dream last night, it was crystal clear the angels very much do not like the killing of innocent civilians, especially children, for any reason.

sloanbashinsky@outlook.com

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