of course, the second statement was a lie, I was to discover later she purposely drove up to Fish Hoek just to sit in... the... car and probably read my posts, and then, illogically, drive past as I went back to Simonstown.
I was to later ask God the said pivotal question: OK WHY am I still HERE when I was momentarily stumped, to which He replied awhile later, tell them the source of the cloud that does not bear water which is what I am NOW doing.
I have looked at it from the purely abstract, the purely physical, the sexual, the ... whatever, but I suppose the truth is quite something else.
When God showed up in my life, I became totally blind to people, and totally focused on Him.
Based on an instantaneous realisation that His being... involved means I do not have to EVER have anything to do with the merely mundane, the achievable by normal standards, the practical according to people.
Without thinking about it, I started expecting the best, and not because of its own sake, but rather because with God being there, seeing everything I saw, deducing my own thoughts, and having a plan for my life, why would I be... normal?
So, because I was blind, I needed some extra... vision. which is why before things happened, I had to have it squared with God first, and why I had to have those visions I have gone on and on about and how I would first work out the worst possible scenario for the things happening, and then go, WHAT? no way I am going to accept this and that. No, must be something better.
like, take the issue of Michelle's friend, Nicky?
one day, when I was writing to Michelle about something else, I spoke of a vision I had seen where this coloured chick, Paula's, young sister had been standing like someone abandoned on an aisle, with a 'couple' sitting behind her, with the guy's arms around the woman, and the younger sister was going, "what am I? A recess project?".
the sister was heavily pregnant, and the guy, with his right arm around the other woman, was saying, 'Come into my arms', meaning his free left one.
the chick thought it through and then said, 'your arms? no'.
Funny thing was that, when I wanted to write the name of the pregnant chick, I got such a memory block I realised that it MUST be from the holy spirit.
the chick's name was Nicky.
From which, after various combos, I deduced that Nicky? was 'with child', had a child with her, and she was wondering if my...interest... in her was merely when I had nothing to do...something which would be known when I said something when I HAD nothing to do... like yesterday... when in fact the reason she would be... unacceptable would be if she tried to have anything to do with me when she had a child with her, because I have drawn clear lines there.
keep your kids away from me, because I would get ... angry.
Now, does anyone understand where I come from... people.
Any other fool think she can reason with me, find fault with the overlord when he does not have to be... correct... just... lordly?
oh, and by the way, I said to myself, and it became law, that if the girl Michelle even had a guy propose to her when she was having me on, then i would have nothing to do with her. Ever.
turns out that the other couple in the vision were butt-head AND Michelle.
Case closed.
butt-head goes to Zimbabwe and it all happens as I have said... he dies a pauper, or he dies by my hand.
I have closed THAT case.
