Thanks Bob Seger.

I forgot myself after my stroke, now I remember myself.

The Christ Consciousness is a real thing and I’m one of them, one. There have been many seeking the Christ Consciousness, and many didn’t make the cut.

I met several of them while I was hanging out in front of The Bass Mint.  A dj dance club in Chico California. I also met several online.

I remember the count was around 50. My stroke sidetracked my mission.

I was there for them to find and I tested them with themselves.  I channel the soul. Every soul I meet.

The Christ Consciousness is what sets the balance on all worlds. 

Silver souls. 

We meet someone and know of they have what it takes to level up their frequency to match ours. Most don’t.

Those who do are some of the toughest son’s of bitches and hell cats you never want to cross. 

My mom was a total bitch. She called me a son of a bitch so frequently I once told her “Mom I use the term son of a bitch to honor my mother. “

She said “You damn well better.”

This is me at play.  My mother was a total bitch and she raised one tough son of a bitch.

Now, I don’t call women bitches. They have to earn it by being tougher than me.

Typically I only use there name.  Mom and dad raised me to be a gentleman.

A gentle man.

I know I could kill, hence why I’m so gentle.

The safest place anywhere in the world is right next to me.

I say that with all seriousness.  I never wanted to be a dude who could kill with a finger, it just happened.

I love children. 

When I was married to second wife, we would hang out with her family. Often I was found with the kids playing.

My 3rd wife had two daughters when we met. I played with the kids more than I played with my wife.

It’s why it hurt so much when my 4th wife had a daughter who told everyone I was trying to have sex with her. She tried the same thing telling me her dad was trying to have sex with her.

My 3rd wife’s daughters chose to call me daddy and when I told them what the other child said, they both said no fucking way.

My son is my son with my 3rd wife, the only kid I ever had.

And I’ve talked about him enough that he stopped reading the blog. He was embarrassed. I get that.

My son is talented and he wants to do cartoon using his voices.  Like father like son.

I used to do voices and a ton of them.

This me at play.

I’m so fucking serious most the time because I love everyone on planet Earth and I wish far too frequently that you all could see the new Earth.

Many will end up with their bodies dying and will leave a bunch of children to be orphans.

I get why I’m here at the Torres shelter, in time it will house the orphans. I needed to see how something like this works.

Meaning I knew I would be homeless.

I knew I would be dealing with this shit, most of the people here are children with grown up bodies.

Children.

Good thing I love children.

My son once said that he wished every dad was like me. I get why.

I had a dad and I watched my friends with their dad’s.

It’s why I’m the dad I am.

My son never got punished, he got reminded who he was. 

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.