Saturday homilies from Key West, said to have more churches and more bars than any other city its size, anywhere

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Key West the Newspaper (bluepaper.com) made some changes to its Peary Court referendum documentary, rendering inoperative the video link I provided in yesterday’s post, so here is the new link and video:

Yesterday with my lady Kari produced a series of “homilies” …

I told Kari, maybe I was too rough on Kay Harris recently. Kay is Editor of Key West Citizen. About that, I made a new page at goodmorningkeywest.com, which you can reach by clicking on this link:

Prolific off-beat homeless writer, novelist, poet, journalist, artist, Mother Nature freedom fighter X-Rays Key West Citizen letters to the editor and guest columnist policy, and applies for paying job writing a weekly column to help him afford a small apartment, or just a room – plus, Turkey Point nuclear leak into Biscayne Bay could spell serious trouble for homless and all other people in the Florida Keys

I told Kari, maybe I should have ignored the way Kay was not being straight with me, and maybe I should have just asked her to hire and pay me to write a weekly column or the Citizen. But then, why would I want to work for someone who does not tell the truth about the Citizen’s guest column, editorial and letters to the editor policy? Kari said her grandfather had once told her, best not to apply to work somewhere, if you don’t want to work for the person who will be your boss. Amen, I said. Thank you for helping me see the light.

Kari is receiving an angel-driven crash re-awakening of her natural-born prophetic ability to see what really went down in the past, what really is going down now, and what is coming down later. It is not a comfortable transition, she is wishing it is not happening. I was not born with that ability, the angels put it into me, and it changed my life forever, and caused me a great deal of difficulty in my dealings with other people.

A friend of ours had something terrible done to his bicycle the other day, which, I told Kari, represents something he is doing in another part of his life, which he should not be doing, and if he doesn’t get that straightened out, then something worse than what happened to his bicycle might very well happen. I asked Kari if sees the linkage? Yes, she said, but the person who damaged the bicycle is a really bad person and needs to be checked. Agreed, I said, and karma will take care of that, but what’s important here is that our friend see the linkage. Later yesterday, I explained it to him and he did not believe me, or that something worse might well happen if he doesn’t straighten out what led to his bicycle being attacked. When I reported that to Kari, she agreed.

Likewise, I said, we’ve seen Sheriff Ramsay lately having troubles with jail deputies, who turned out to be criminals themselves. That’s the beginning of the sheriff’s karma, I said, for the way he let you be treated in his jail, feeding you a soy protein diet, which tore up your G.I. tract, which you and I both reported: you to the jail infirmary medical doctor, Rose Chan, M.D. and the infirmary staff, and I to the sheriff himself, face to face, and in many posts at goodmorningkeywest.com, which Dr. Chan and the infirmary staff read and you caught hell in the jail about it.

Also was your awful skin break out and itching, which similarly was reported at goodmorningkewyest.com, and you caught hell or that. Sheriff Ramsay, Dr. Chan and the infirmary ignored you and me. Turned out, you had scabies, which you and I both had told Dr. Chan, and she had refused to treat you for it, because she and the infirmary staff didn’t want word of scabies in the jail getting out on goodmorningkeywest.com. They were content to let the entire jail be infected by scabies, and for many inmates also to suffer acute digestive disturbance due to soy protein diet.

Your G.I. tract distress stopped as soon as you were released from jail and stopped eating soy protein. Dr. Covington at the free medical clinic, and his nurse, diagnosed you right away as having scabies, and he prescribed the insecticide cream containing permethrin, which you applied all over you, and you took all of your clothes and towels to the laundry and washed and dried them good. I dowsed myself with the stronger veterinary permethrin solution, diluted in water, which I had acquired online, it burned like hell, and I washed and dried all of my clothes, towels and bedding at the laundry. You later applied the diluted veterinary permethrin on your body, and many times on your feet, which had become terribly disfigured by the scabies, until all the scabies were dead, your skin cleared up, your feet started looking like human feet again. That all had to happen before you could have the surgery to fix the fistula in your colon, which is leaking into your female plumbing. The fistula that was ripped open when you fell coming down off the top bunk in your jail cell and did the splits on the way down, and the jail would not pay a local gynecologist to repair it.

I said it might very well be that plenty more will happen in the sheriff’s domain, which he does not like, all stemming from the way you were treated in his jail. Kari said she saw the connections, but she wished God had moved faster! I said, karma moves at her own pace.

(Permethrin is what the Florida Keys Mosquito Control District uses in its aerial spray to kill adult mosquitoes. Highly toxic, according to the warning label.)

Yesterday afternoon, Kari and I saw a rerun of “Spotlight” at Tropic Cinema, which is about a special investigative unit inside the Boston Globe blowing the lid off of the massive pedophile priest problem in the Roman Catholic church, not only in Boston, but in America. Real journalism. Brave journalism. Kari was rocked by the film, she’d had no idea the problem had been that bad. I said, it’s much worse; pedophilia is widespread in Protestant churches, as well. And in families. 50 percent of all children are sexually molested in America, and everywhere else.

I said, I saw “Spotlight” when it came to the Tropic last year, while I was talking with Jeremy Jerome about several local churches in which he said pedophilia was rampant. I was in a tight spot, because Jeremy was two people: Jeremy, who was trying to right the situation by blowing the whistle; and another person, who was part of the pedophilia. Multiple personality disorder. I was told in my dreams that Jeremy was telling me true what was going on in the churches. I caught hell for publishing it at goodmorningkeywest.com, but the angels don’t care what hell I publish, which they put on my plate to engage. I named the churches in my posts back then, and again to Kari yesterday, but will not name them today. I hardly doubt that is over, though.

Just as I doubt it’s hardly over for the people involved in Kari being raped a while back, because of what she was telling me about Key West’s homeless shelter and the people who work, or worked, there, which I was publishing at goodmorningkeywest.com. Karma, she will have her way.

The small local church Kari sometimes attends has agreed to let her stay there while she recovers from the surgery to repair the fistula in her colon, which is leaking into her female plumbing.

I laughed last night, said, that church ought to let you and me live in the apartment at the church, in exchange for me preaching on Sunday and Thursday nights. They would hear about Jesus in ways they never heard before. Kari laughed, agreed. She recounted when I turned the congregation upside down one day, after the minister did not offer me, a stranger, the grape juice during communion. I got out of my seat and walked to the front and took a small glass of grape juice out of the communion container and drank it. Grape juice. I was raised drinking wine at communion. As time passed, the wine I drank was not any wine I ever drank in any church. The bread I ate in churches, the wafers, was not any bread I ate in any church. My goodness, was that real wine and real bread hard to digest!

I went round and round about that last month on Facebook with a born-again Christian woman I had known somewhat when I lived in Birmingham, Alabama. This morning, I collected that Facebook chat and made it into a new page at goodmorningkeywest.com. Here’s the link, for posterity:

Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene Melchizedek vs. St. Paul and the Bible

Yesterday, I finished reading The Songlines, by Bruce Chatwin, a really deep writer. I told Kari a little about the book. Read her a couple of passages, to provide its flavor and drift. Basically, arrogant white Christian invaders had destroyed a far more spiritually-advanced civilization, but not even today do their white descendants, in the main, know that. Or what all Australian aborigines knew before the white invasion: the land is sacred; it’s far more important than what white people hold dear. The Florida Keys are an excellent example of what white people hold dear, and it ain’t:

Kari called me last night from her hidey hole, where she sleeps nights on the ground, because she has no place else to sleep, to say, earlier in the evening, she’d been in a local fast food restaurant and had seen a news report of students challenging The Donald, whom she wants to be the next U.S. president. I’m thinking he will take America faster to where it probably needs to go, to maybe wake up, than any other wannabe president …

I googled “students challenge Trump rally” this morning, here’s the first link that came up:

Secret Service agent slams photog to ground at Trump rally …

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