12/01-
WEDNESDAY

Andrew Jennings told the MeWe Group Learn and Study Hebrew an important Truth about Modern Judaism:

60 sects at least of Judaism , not all are good or even able to say they are Jewish , Semitic Jews follow the Torah not the Talmud.

My YouTube Video expounding the Tribulation Period elements of the Book of Revelation, things everyone on YouTube including myself is saying and never once got taken down or banned, I just happened to put it all together in one video and Youtube took it down for a supposed "Community Guidelines Violation" and banned me from uploading or streaming vids for a WEEK, and I appealed it threatening to sue, saying I didn't violate squat, I would get a settlement, they would lose out, I would get a good lawyer, I knew my rights and it could go all the way to the Supreme Court if they take that video down again next time I upload it, that video is now processing on bitchute. I'm going to, once I come into money, explore my legal options and go over Google's and Youtube's TOS and examine their "Community Guidelines" for legal soundness with a fine toothed comb with some good Believing lawyers, and then reupload my video to YouTube. If it and I get the same treatment, I will make good on my promise. Thank God for a 5-4 court Conservative. O'Biden, just try to pack that court I dare you. The American people will revolt. There are more Independent Thinkers who won't take your eye test or be shackled by your corrective eyeglasses if they can help it and will rebel than you know. The American people won't take this until 2028 like you desire us to. We are Americans. You were born in Kenya. Your Grandmother testified to it and there was even a marker in Kenya saying it was your birthplace. Someone needs to dig that original birth record in Kenyan root dark web computers up and expose it to the light and calculate the Gemmatria of his real name. It will be 666. Right now I'm listening to Phil, Jace and Willie Robertson talk, three free men. There will be an Association of Free Men who will have NOTHING to do with either high level mid level or base Freemasonry or any Dark covernment and I'm puttinig you on notice O'Biden that at least in this nation we will defeat you and drive you out of our homeland and you can go rule the UN like you aspire to. Get out of our country and our White House. Your puppet Biden did not win that election and neither did that Vampire Bush Jr who did 9/11. He claimed in his book Decision Points that when the event happened he was reading his Bible, when actually he was reading a book about goats (Can anyone say Bathshemat?) upside down to a group of children in a classroom speaking Dark Sentences in backwards blackmasking, and we have it on tape!

I watched Dragnet and Adam 12 while waiting for my video to process. Now I will see if Maggie's half sister has responded to me. She
and Mags have a LOT to discuss and a lot of information to process.
 
There's a certain other somethingness, a Genose Pa, if you will, about seeing copisman's at work, or reading about them, which is why I like Sherlock Holmes, Law & Order, Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Stephen King and Peter Straub's Black House, John Grisham, Matlock, Murder, she wrote, and I also love law, I love Latin, Law, Judge shows, especially Judges Judy and Marilyn millyoung, and Divorce Court (she's awesome) and fictional shows like Ms. Marple and Perry Mason. I got an A in Mr. Cole's You And the Law Class.



I also like physic, or doctoring, which is why I liked an RLDS novel about a doctor who fell in love with a dark haired Mexican Señorita so much, and why I want to listen to the audiobook Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis, after listening to An Innocent Man byJohn Grisham, on YouTube. Then I will finish The Sign of the Four by Jack The Ripper, aka Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (The thought of a Knighted Serial Killer.........WOW).

Last night Rick took me out to eat at a Mexican Restaurant.  I  had fried shrimps and rice.  I came home, wrote in  my Diary, wrote to Shelly and said good-by for two weeks on many or a few internet platforms, left instructions for my Mods and Admins on Mara/Luke, and told my friends bye.

Also I did a very important Administrative Action in my Learn and Study Hebrew Group on MeWe.com.  A man named Andrew Jennings was spreading antisemitism by #memespamming antijewish and holocaust denying propaganda, but I threatened to ban him and by 8PM he seemed to change his tune.

Here is what I said to Shelly:

7:23 PM Shelly: Well I can assure you I am not her, but she is indeed my step sister

11:10 PM Brent:

So you ARE white
Who are her grandparents
And yours.
Is she married?
The one in Colorado, the Kirkman one with a similar name, she has the wrong face......I know her face and that face on Instagram ain't her face

There are a lot of maggie Savoie's, one in New York, New Brunswick, one on Youtube who into gangsta rap......

11:18 PM Brent: The one I would like to talk to sometime lives in a house in Bates City. I walked down train tracks, down a long stretch of high way and an interminably long stretch of endless ashphalt roads and thrrough some woods and showed up at her doorstep not knowing where she lived or even what state she lived in. The cop didn't believe my story. I disturbed the neighborhood so they called the cops. I got a free ride back to my apartment with no penalty. I said a few words to Mags through her closed front door twice once I correctly guessed it was her house I was at.

Hey' I'm taking a two week break from technology. I'm sure you and your half-sis have a LOT to discuss. Talk to you on the other side of those two weeks. Have her contact me on discord if she's so minded

I only want what she wants. If friendship is all she wants then that's what I'll be, etc. But I have.....questions only she can answer, and if she forgot some things like I may have, she mayhave to do some digging for the answers

I'm not the same rat fink jerk i was in school, and Maggie would know this if she read my diaries too

In school I didn't know God
Now he's all I know

                      11:59 AM

I did towel buckets, then took out trash and boxes and cleaned trash off the field.  I still have more of that to do.  I have not been using my Diary for creativity much as of late, so I will.

                           STAR WARS EPISODE XI

INT CHIMERA-BRIDGE CONT'D

THRAWN: Report.

NOGHRI: I have done as you have ordered, Admiral. The Rebel dissenters on Chandrilla are dead. My hit squad was thorough -there were no survivors.



THRAWN: How many more adjacent Rebel Cells exist on Chandrilla.



NOGHRI: Our spy network count seven more. We are hunting them down as we speak.



THRAWN: Good. The Core Worlds are the last bastion of Rebel government that remains after the destruction of Hosnian Prime. The taking of the Core worlds by the Rebels and reelection of Mon Mothma as Rebel leader after the death of Leia Organa was a shocking development, even to me. When they sought peace with the Empire, we signed the Accords, which I always intended to break, as I did five months ago when I began my siege of the Outer Rim worlds with my fleet of Katana Dreadnoughts. Now the Mid-Rim Worlds are ripe for the pluck. Our forces are driving the enemy to distraction but the real target is Coruscant, our prize jewel. Take that, and the Rebels end.



NOGHRI: Noted. There are many other Rebel Cells scattered throughout the Galaxy. They shall be dealt with.



THRAWN: Between you, my Honor Guard and my Death Squads all Resistance to Imperial Authority shall be snuffed out.



VOICE FROM BEHIND THRAWN: ADMIRAL THRAWN!





THRAWN does not even turn to look.





THRAWN: What is it, C'baoth?



JORUUS C'BAOTH: Why do you not promote my Apprentice Luuke to Vice-Admiral and Lord of Imperial Forces, and involve him in your efforts to snuff out this insignificant Rebellion? (He almost spits out the term 'Rebellion).



THRAWN: There is no need for such a position in our forces. Our ranks are quite filled. You are sufficient for our purposes.



C'BAOTH: This is my Empire, not yours, Admiral! You are the one fulfilling my purposes. You are expendable. My Apprentice should have the position of Darth Vader or Kylo Ren. That is his right!





THRAWN: We shall take up this argument another time. Are due preparations made for our Sullustian assault?



C'BAOTH: (Through gritted teeth) They are prepared, Admiral. There are sufficient Clones for the operation to be a success with my guidance, and Clone Commander Klorriss' expertise.



THRAWN: (Steeples fingers) Splendid. Make the final preparations. Captain Pelleon.



PELLEON: Sir?



THRAWN: Alert all Katana Commands that our Operation starts in twenty minutes. Tell them to make all final preparations. Sullust will fall. Without it, our wider operations will fail.



PALLEON: Right away, Sir.



SC 11 INT. SULLUST-DINER-DAY



NIEN NUNB is having a cup of caff with POE DAMERON. D-0 and C-3P0 are by his side.



DIO: Detecting hostile transmissions from space Sector 7-G.



POE: Specify.



DIO: (Makes code transmission sounds).





C-3PO: This is certainly an Imperial code, Sir. We are being invaded.



POE: Damn! I knew those intelligence reports saying the Brentaal System was about to be invaded were phony! Sound the alarm.





SC 12 EXT SPACE





The planetary shield of Sullust starts to go up around the planet, but before it does, a Katana Dreadnought takes out two of the planetary shield's Orbital Generators.





SC 13 EXT HILLTOP IN SULLUSTIAN CITY-DAY





POE, NUNB, the DROIDS and SEVERAL OTHERS watch the sky ablaze as the Generators explode and the shield goes down. POE takes out macrobinoculars.



SC 14 SHOT OF MACROBINOCULARS' POV





A Dreadnought and two Super Star Destroyers, several smaller Star Destroyers and some Bulk Imperial Cruisers and Frigates are invading the planet. The Sullustian Defenders are making a counterattack, but are losing.



SC 15 EXT SPACE



Flying out of the exosphere, POE DAMERON, with a BLUE BB UNIT, BB-12, in his X-WING'S MECHANIC'S SEAT, joins the battle.



INT. POE'S X-WING-COCKPIT



(V.O): Commander Dameron, you are now our designated Parukit Leader.



POE: Parukit?



(V.O.): It's a Sullustian cultural thing.



POE: Oh. Alright boys and girls, follow me!



SC 16 EXT SPACE



As a unit, the Sullustian fighters all do a half-corkscrew maneuver with POE in the lead, and they follow him around and through enemy positions, courage renewed.

The Sullustian Cruisers and Frigates form a Perimeter around the fighters to protect them, as dogfighting ensues, POE emboldening the Sullustians, including Nien Nunb, to many acts of heroism and sacrifice. The Dreadnought AMBIVALENCE is taken out boldly by POE's X-WING and TWO SULLUSTIAN BOMBERS. One Cruiser does a Holdo Maneuver on a Super Star Destroyer.







SC 17 INT POE'S X-WING-COCKPIT



POE raises his eyebrows in shock.



POE: I didn't see that coming.



The remaining fighters do a pincer maneuver around the remaining Imperial ships, hemming them in on all sides. Soon, the Imperials are decimated. None remain. Just then, Imperial reinforcements arrive, in overwhelming numbers. Two Dreadnoughts, and seven Super Star Destroyers.



POE: We need to save our strength, and call retreat. They win this round.



The fighters, led by POE, go back down to the planet, many picked off along the way by the Katana Dreadnoughts. The Imperials begin their Invasion.


SC 18 EXT SULLUST



POE docks his X-WING with the Millenium Falcon and C-3PO, CHEWIE and FINN and POE board it.



SC 19 INT MILLENIUM FALCON



FINN: I'm thinking of becoming a Jedi.



POE: You? A Jedi. C'mon, I've heard of Sith Lords turning to the Light Side, but a Stormtrooper becoming a Jedi? What qualifications do you have?



FINN: I'm good with a lightsaber.



POE: Uh, last I checked, being good at swordplay doesn't make a man a Jedi. Force use, like Rey, or Rose, does.



FINN: Is Rose aboard this ship?



POE: Yeah, she's deep in her studies, though. I wouldn't disturb her.



FINN: I'm not you, am I?



(Screenplay writer's note: Credit for the first part of the following scene goes to YouTube Content Creator Uniquenameosaurus, used with his permission-BLSKJV)



SC 20 INT MILLENNIUM FALCON-STUDY ROOM



FINN walks to the room Rose is in. ROSE has her nose in a book. Books are open by her feet, in front of the book she is reading and to the sides of it.





FINN: What are you reading there?



ROSE: (Looks up) Ancient texts from a hidden mountain archive on Ahch-To.



FINN: (Flipping through the pages of one of the books): So, what kind of other things does this archive have? (He accidentally rips one of the pages)



ROSE: Oh, many things, including 3,861 methods of assassination, 240 styles of martial arts, and 5,001 forms of torture.



FINN: (Seriously) Are you threatening me?



ROSE (Smiles): Agression is against the Jedi Code. But my Code is to protect it. Please put the book down.



FINN: Alright, already. Sheesh.



ROSE: So, interested in Jedi studies?



FINN: You bet I am. I want to learn the ways of the Force like you. I want to be a Jedi.



ROSE: (Pulls up a hoverchair beside her.) Sit. Read. I'll teach you what I know.



FINN: Really? Golly, thanks, Rose! This will be exciting.



ROSE: Heh, heh. A Jedi doesn't crave excitement. Or adventure. Not that those things don't happen, but we are at peace with god and the Universe, others and ourselves.



FINN: Are you at peace with those whose tails you're kicking?



ROSE: (Laughs) You can fight an enemy without hating it.



FINN: Teach me how. Can I have a Padawan Braid like yours?



ROSE: (Fingering her braid) Nope. You gotta earn it. Only certain people who show promise are selected by Masters and Knights as Padawan Learners. A Padawan like me can't take on a Padawan.



FINN: Oh. Can we spar later? I want to learn and practice saber techniques?



ROSE: Easy, big boy. Remember what I said about aggression. Study first. Then I'll teach you everything I know. I promise. But I cannot be your Master. If you ever become a Padawan, a good Master will train you further in the ways of the Force beyond what I can do. I see potential in you, Finn. you feel lively and full of colorful vibrancy and goodness in the Force. Just don't get ahead of yourself. Knowledge is the key to true power and self-mastery. And wisdom is the key that unlocks the potential for all your knowledge to be used to benefit others. Love is the key to Wisdom.



FINN: I think I understand. Well, I should do less talking and more reading. (He sits down beside ROSE)



POE: (V.O) This is your captain speaking. Strap in. We're making the jump to light speed.



ROSE and FINN lock down the books and other materials with magnetic CLAMPS and depress BUTTONS on their HOVERCHAIRS. Electronic ENERGY STRAPS strap over their waists and chests, crossing the CHAIRS.



INT MILLENNIUM FALCON-COCKPIT





POE and CHEWIE are WATCHING through the FRONT WIND SCREEN as the STARS go into STARLINES and are replaced by the CAVE-I enhanced MOTTLED SKY of Hyperspace.



                      6:42 PM

At 6:42 PM CDT, I uploaded my first video to bitchute.  

At 5:09 PM CDT I Subscribed to Parapotatoes on my aol.com YouTube account.

At 5:24 PM I Subbed to YouTuber Uniquenameosaurus

At 9:42 PM I Subbed to Mark Noonan.

12/03-
FRIDAY

PREFACE TO THIS ENTRY:

Dear Maggie, the following Diary Entry is full of my former delusions. Take it all with a whole bottle of salt. Yes I did face my trial and my mirror in October. Yes I was pulled down to the Realm of the Dead. But I believed so much false stuff back then. Pray for discernment as you read, honey.
I WORE my Santa Hat to work today.

       I THOUGHT THREE THINGS were stolen from me today, but actually only one, and I do not believe that it was STOLEN, but LOST:

1) Identification
2) Time
3) Records

The Records were the now lost (but not actually) first part of today's Diary entry:

Why do I believe that I am the husband of Maggie Marie May Savoie?

1) My background check says that I am a married man.

2) Three times God gave me rings or ring like objects to put on three times I either knew it or thought I knew it.

3)Although the world tells me to forget her, that she's dead, a ghost, doesn't exist, she'll get me thrown in jail, and I'll never see her again, I know better and saw her TWICE and she happens to now live eight miles away and God led me RIGHT TO HER DOORSTEP, and the Universe is working awfully hard to not let me forget her by constantly creating scenarios, situations and signs galore that half the time I'm not even looking for, making them legit, that remind me of the woman.

4) Faint, undying memories of the wedding ceremony and even of the songs and music employed in the wedding.

5) A supposed revelation from a god or God that we tied the knot in 2002.

6)Maggie actually liked me back then and just before the wedding in the Psych Ward of Hurley Hospital in Flint,  MI, at the police station she had showed me her hair through a slat to my celled self, clucked her tongue twice at me and strummed her voice, humming seductively, telling me she was ready for a relationship, and had there never been anything between us, where in the world had that come from??

7) Mags is the only woman I would have married back then. I loved her and she loved me and if my dreams are any indication, and strong memories I never lost also, and revelation from God to bolster or expound on those, we were engaged in France (Paris, I think) the first time I was in the year CE 1997, and we were betrothed to each other, Mags dressed in her Indian Princess regalia best, dowry's paid, in a hogan at an Indian Reservation Mom (Edith) took me to secretly, Mags a twice grown woman in a little girls' body. This I remember distinctly, no vagary this. That ceremony happened definitely, but I was too "young" for me now to remember any of its details, but Maggie shined, beautiful as ever in that Indian Princess dress attire.

8) THE WORLD has only got a part, or an abridgement of my record and the rest of the world gets to see the whole thing because I can throw away and burn my writings but my true record resides in my mind and in my heart and is engraved in the center of my immortal spirit.

9)How ever did Edith able to tell me to try it again with Maggie save Grandma Marge knew of the girl from me yammering on about how great she was and how much I loved her all the way from Ludington to Flint and Grandma had told Edith, for I didn't so much as mention  Maggie to Mom at all that I can tell or remember. I scoffed at Mom's sage advise, telling her off, reminding her of how she had gone to jail for stalking my gradeschool principal. Then the next thing I know my half brother walks in on her dead in Kentucky. Even at her funeral where I rode in a limousine, I refused to cry, even when I visited her very grave, because I believed falsely that she had faked her own death and that she was not buried there, and it wasn't until years later that I finally mourned, loudly over her death from congestive heart failure, because she had refused to stop smoking when her doctor had warned her and warned her to.

10) Joy jokingly told me my wife would have black hair, not red, but knew not she was prophesying over me. 

11) When I summarily rejected the love of Kristina Irwin the witch master of Nikki Weiser her apprentice, and declared I wanted Maggie, we had motive and opportunity for being married in October 2002, and in a now lost record time did a funny thing as my mind seemed to be warped, there was a move of the Holy Ghost, and I seemed to repeat a day at that time. Plus there was a red room right next door at Mott Children's Hospital, where there was a red room. Just before Maggie and I were about to our marriage consummate, those evil kkk Nazi doctors, our eternal enemies (My first Diary is not fundamentally untrue in every detail, just from a false spiritual source that twisted things and intentionally got things wrong and truncated and added liberally to my original record, which I must patiently wait to reobtain, if it still exists somewhere
hypothetically)
tore us right out of each others' arms, and tried to cancel our vows, and erased our memories in the red room, deposited Mags destitute and "widowed" back at her place of dwelling, and Maggie Kirkman back to hers, haven given false memories shared by Mags and I to Maggie Kirkman, and me back to my cell of a hospital room, injecting a knockout drug directly into my bloodstream through a vein in my right hand (I drew a picture of the injection wound in my vein on my right hand to prove it) and I knew no more and was so disoriented from this experience I recorded an extra day, the same day as the day before.

    The time stolen from me was my watch, right off of my left wrist. (But I had merely misplaced it.)

The identification stolen from me (or that fell out of my pocket somewhere) was my wallet, right out of my right pocket.

  Also, recently, my keys were stolen, and I made new ones, then I got them back. (This happened twice)

Communication was stolen when my phone disappeared broken (I took it all the way to Bates City and lost it there because the Google Location GPS records show this to be true) and came back, appearing right there on my dining area table fixed and working.

My hearing was stolen when my BlueTooth Surround Sound HD Headphones were taken to be fixed twice, the first time not working at all and came back working excellently and the second time someone attempted to fix the detached earpiece, but it came off again and now is missing (12/16/2021 AD).

My health and sanity were stolen but were restored.

My position was displaced when I was sucked through a vortex that one night when I visited the Realm of the Dead. 
They also tried to take my life and my soul on October 11, 2021, and my freedom with the plandemic (all our freedoms) and over four different attempts to stir up circumstances to get me thrown in a mental hospital and committed for life, shipped back to Michigan to never leave the Marble Archways of the halls of the Ludington Medical DUMB facility again, to die there, wifeless, penniless, Star Wars dreams unfulfilled, destitute, "widowered" and utterly miserable and wasted of any and all joy, tortured, mutilated, abused and finally robbing me of my very innocence-my ever-guarded chastity-my very virtue itself, by what-Da Queen?, what, on the islands by the Tigers on a gold chain?, at the party, oh, I'm sorry, the pahty? What, in the hotel rooms? what, forcing drugs on me in the bathrooms so I could be a gold tooth or a grey goose like them? ? ? ? ?

  This makes way more sense than being so blamed in denial!!!!!

Anyier!


Before break at work, I changed towel buckets, took out trash and boxes, and changed all the outside trashes. I went to break at 10:26 AM. After break, which went 3 minutes over, which was entirely my fault, (I was also four minutes late this morning, and fought verbally with my boss Megan all day, swearing and using the f word more than once, even after I got home), I rechecked the outside trashes, swept most of the parking lot and the gutter puddle with plastic grocery bags and other detritus in it, by QT, picked clean the trash at the front and just into and a little semi-deep into the woods (Hey, didn't I promise you Maggie that I'd catch up to you in the woods? I finally made good on and fulfilled that promise to you over 30 years later, dear!), did towel buckets twice more by merely ph testing and printout machine labeling them, learned from an ecolabs girl how to temp dishwater (A new skill, earned 50 Quest Points in the MMORPG called Life) and picking up quite a few fries.

I found my record. An angel had just rearranged the cards so I had only thought part of my record had been stolen, which ran along the lines of, but did not exactly say thus and so:

"12/03-
FRIDAY

  Back at the shop.  I got two round eggs, and two hash browns and a Medium Dr. Pepper for breakfast.

        10:26 AM 

I'm on break.  I'm on p." (Added information/)351 (/Added information of 'The Black House' by Stephen King and Peter Straub (O Travellin' Brent, those adventures yo had rescuin ya mudder as a chilt aftah ya got back from Lewdinton! Yuh little Babooed, remembuh who yuh are. You no coppiceman but yuh hep da coppiceman's do they job, yes suh! You are Indiana Jones, James Bond, Riggs fom Letha weppon, and so much MUH! You an inspuhration to us all. God told you you will find yuh have muh gifts talents and abilities if you look into your heart (Not his exact wuhds, but its true, and look to God above all) and in this journey, this Journey to the Past, courage will not desert you, Petuh Parker (How many men and women witnessed yuh ahms shootin out da webs at McDonald's, yuh know dey injected yuh width Spidah DNA/RNA at Lewdinton! You know it. It's right on dose Maggiedonald's camerahs. Dey all know you dah spidah of the webs on da one dollah bill, the one they CAN'T wipe out, even on Octobuh 11'th wen dere was a 51% chance it was your time to die, and satan tried cunvincin you you was Freddy Krueger, and dey made you into two cahtoon caracters, spongebob squarepants and Da Walmart cahrtoon dey tried hidin from you, but dat one man hahd da audacity to tell you existed, and dat you da retarded man dey was makin fun of, was da star. O he paid big time fa dat, Travelin' Brent-O. He paid big. And you know the time in Michigan ya saw the choppah in the daytime and dey tagged you with some kind of enahgy weapon. Yah know dey put a tracker on you, yah cant dodge a wheapon like that, yah kiddin me, boy!? Now, you just wait patiently fa ya woman Maggie now and don try ta rush things an ya can't believe all the voices in ya head, half o which you make up anyhow, an ya have such a fine imagernation on you. Listen to the Holy Spirit like Eldah Ken commanded you, and stop trying ta get ya first record by any means cept when ya get ya physical hardcopy and all ya lost rccods back, ok Brent-O. But don't delet what ya got, because it, like the False aklatan, has some value, as you said earlier. I love you an I have always guided you and made sure I stayed in contact, and often it was your own voice but I will always be your-

EB.
PS Never be untrue to who YOU ARE AGAIN, Brent-O.)

Why didn't they want us together. It's pretty obvious. Our past history together, the guts and glory, our loverdom, fighting the kkk Nazi Dr's and timecoppicemans, our wowza kisses, all without sex, our lets take on the world attitude and the world is our burrito mentality. Brent+Maggie=nearly unstoppable, and "they" have tried nearly everything but the kitchen sink to make us hate/forget each other, blame each other, suspect each other (there was that time I fired the gun at her and spent a long time thinking I had killed her, and had at least one fling with another woman during that time) driving a wedge between us the second time (third? fourth?) time we went to grade school together (the 1998-2002 CE/AD time period, I mean), and pushed me into stalking her and pushed her into getting an Order out on me, until we got married the very year I was served, in the fall of that year. No wonder God gave me the vision of a man tearing that order in two.
 
           4:27 PM

I need to be at HyVee's by 5PM, to bell ring for the Salvation Army.  I lost my wallet again somewhere today and along the way to my appointment from home I stopped at the three points when I popped a wheelie on my bike to look for ma wallet then stopped in at Hardees, where I want to work sometime, for a  bite to eat.

After reading Black House out on the McD's picanic tbl for about an hour, I hurried home to change ma pants because they'd gotten wet and I dar catch arthritis, after apologizing to Megan for getting mad at her, and telling her she was one of McD's best Mangers, and meaning it, but I did not end up changing my jeans because I got distracted from doing so by discovering that I had either misplaced or lost my wallet, and I raged and yelled and swore, at this discovery, shouting loudly that in this Police State one needed a wallet if stopped by the police to avoid spending the night in jail and I needed the wallet for work.  Now, at 4:42 PM, having finished ma food,or Nahrung, I will head to ma bell-ringing appmnt. ."


    And now here is, as Paul Harvey would say, The Rest Of The Story:

             12:49 AM

As I watched a good movie, I listened to Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis and have been listening to it ever since I got home from the Mart. I launched a rantic tirade, a scathing rebuke at the powers that be not letting technology progress making the excuse that so many industries would then be destroyed if all the new tech that people have invented were not suppressed but utilized, and if they had not intentionally made Tesla Driverless Cars a catastrophic failure by arranging a few "happy traffic accidents", holding back the cure for cancer, allowing the 'Green pass' fiasco to throw dirt on the True Covid vaccine properly animal tested and safe non new RNA Vaccine from Israel and not allowing that miracle drug to be exported beyond her borders much, suppressing I-Tech, a Christian Company's flying cars, murdering the inventor of perpetual energy-the water fuel cell in cold blood, relegating perpetual motion machines which do exist to the stuff of fluff and fantasy, spinning news, faking newssources, generally lying to the populace about everything important, turning every college and university and public school into indoctrination centers, portraying fatherdom on TV as duncery and knavery and motherhood as first Victorian prudishness, then, busybody gossips, then loose  forward women who let their kids tread all over them and can't keep order in their own households, then now glorifying promiscuous singleness as being far superior to settled down motherhood and fatherhood and oft portraying frequent shackups and hookups as the norm, and during the angry part of my loud , VERY LOUD tirade I shouted AT THE TOP OF MY POOR LUNGS (I could really use some water about now)during which I frequently used the f-word, upset because I had spent a long, long time typing a lot of words in this entry without saving my work and had made a keystroke accidentally which put me on imgur.com and I lost all my work, and I had started this tirade by saying loudly and swearing using the f word and even God's name in vain, for which I asked his forgiveness, that since it was 20-f ing 21 they ought to f ing have autosave on every word processor by now instead of making everyone remember to save their work, unless they liked everyone always losing their work, that if they could do it for videogames, they should have, by now, done it for videogames, and then later when I started writing a lot of my tirade out my anger left me, replaced by determination to try to change things by my words and actions, at least as it regards here, Zion. And thus ends my tirade. -Brent Lee Sohlden Koivopolo Jones Riggs Bond Kringle Tepes Merovingian V&VI"study3600""Final Warning", Indian Prince and Scandanavian King, of the Scandanavian Nobility, The man who would not be Antichrist or Freddy Krueger, or a false prophet, First Jedi Knight of Planet Gaia, having faced my trial and my mirror in the month of October, 2021, creator of the Star Wars in premortality and writer of the screenplays Star Wars Episodes X-XXI in mortality, director of films, cartoonist, creator of the Dungeon Television series, RLDS Latter Day Saint, Born Again Christian, Crew Worker at McDonald's, compiler and editor of the Star Wars Humorous Versions, succeeding Messrs. Purp and Jandor_Tarvin, husband of the woman who would not be Leviathan seed, Maggie Marie May Savoie Sohlden Koivopolo Jones Riggs Bond Kringle Tepes Merovingian VI & V, Indian Princess and Blackfoot

Love is sacrifice.
Amen.

12/05-
LORD'S DAY

11:35 AM

I worked on Return of the Jedi Humorous Version yesterday and Revenge of The Sith Humorous Version today. I do hope people start soon catching interest in the project and start to write them also and possibly even be creative and create new ones. I don't have to be the one to start The Rise of Skywalker HV, for example. Or Hands Off: A Stah Warz Story-Part 1. Or Stah Warz Revolution or Star Wars Rebelliousness.  And we still have The McGuffin and Rouge One to do, which I have started.

I had Crispy Rice and Almond Milk this morning and am currently having hotdogs for lunch.

I took out my trash last night.

                  12:18 PM
I finished Martin Arrowsmith the other day. My hotdogs are in my belly, and I had some water a little later. I worked on The Empire Strikes Back HV and satan fought me tooth and nail to prevent me from eliminating a redundant scene from the rough draft but I triumphed in the name of Jesus Christ repeatedly.

I hope imagicmaker and Grand Wizard Man start discussing moderation and administration things with me shortly. I'd like to know what their ideas are for how we can make my Mara/Luke Boards successful and what they suggest I or they can add to them to improve them. I also want to ask GWM what additional priveliges he has as a Moderator and I think imagicmaker my co-Admin can do anything I can do. I hope he can hire and make more Administrators and Moderators because we need a good Administration and Moderation team.

I decided to keep laptopping and phoning, obviously the porn cure guy was a scammer, because I haven't heard hide nor hair from him since his first call and message, asking me for INFORMATION when he promised me he'd check up on me, plus he never really talked about and seemed to dodge any really spiritual conversations

            An Eternal Fury inquiry and answer:

Brent"study36"FinalWarning"KoivV — Yesterday at 3:01 PM
I'm level 40, how do I go become a Knight. Or is that Level 50/
[3:01 PM]
?

aquila — Yesterday at 4:03 PM
do you mean changing your class to a knight? It's level 50, and located in dawn city. You should be able to find an npc called class change agent on the map.

Brent: Thanks, @aquila! 

Advice from my co-administrator imagicmaker:

Brent"study36"FinalWarning"KoivV — Today at 2:07 PM
.
[2:09 PM]
I decided to keep laptopping and phoning, oviously the porn cure guy was a scammer, because I haven't heard hide nor hair from him since his first call and ,message asking me for INFORMATION when he promised me he'd check up on me, plus he never really talked about and seemed to dodge any really spiritual conversations

imagic maker — Today at 5:24 PM
Sorry to hear that. The best thing for porn is try to spread the distance between your weak periods. Gain strength through prayer and recognition that manhood is gained through self-control

Brent"study36"FinalWarning"KoivV — Today at 5:29 PM
Thanks
[5:31 PM]
Um, have you been helping out with my website? I would appreciate knowing some of the things you have done to help out. Please don't change anything, but you are welcome to add things

imagic maker — Today at 5:32 PM
Honestly no. I haven’t even boing my stuff for the last 6 ni
[5:32 PM]
Months

Brent"study36"FinalWarning"KoivV — Today at 5:34 PM
Oh, did you know I made you not only a mod but a co administrator? I hope you can do what you can to help, perhaps help me network and advertise to get it off the ground?
[5:35 PM]
I hear tf.n discussion boards started out empty for months like mine did
[5:36 PM]
I'm streaming live right now Vader Comics in the StarWars Livestreams! voice channel
[5:37 PM]
In everything Star Wars server
[5:37 PM]
Schedule is listed on livestream announcements text channel
[5:38 PM]
I've been trying to get this stream off the ground for a couple weeks now
NEW

imagic maker — Today at 5:46 PM
When i get my stuff going again i will definitely plug you. And yes its very hard to get started. And a lot of work for very little feed back over many months and sometimes years


     6:01 PM
At 3 Y After Empire Day, King Lee Char and Commander Ackbar were introduced to the Inquisitorious, (The 9'th Siter) and Darth Vader. The losing battle for Mon Calamar began. Vader hunts a Jedi Master Bahr (Of the same species of the now dead Sisse Tinn)who resides there on Mon Calamar, helping the Mon Calamari, and he knows that Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, meaning that since that event, the now Admiral Ackbar has always known the Truth--that Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, a truth few know, including Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Emperor Sheev Palpatine, and of course, which he knows himself.

                   7:33 PM CDT


Holiday Special is on now. It's sheer genius, and a lot of people disagree with me, even George Lucas doesn't like it, but I see it as a rare priceless sacred gem.

           9:14 PM CDT

      Now I'm playing The Stand.

12/07-
TUE

                      2:07 PM CDT
         At 2:07 PM. I Subbed to Dr. Oherd 1994 YouTube Channel with my AOL account.  I found out there is a game called Wolfenstein 3-D: The Second Encounter!

     Earlier I relaxed with a warm cup of Pero as I watched Vader: End of Games Audio Comic.  It was my second time seeing it.  Then I listened to Joy Williams sing 'Ordinary World'.  When I got back from getting food from the Community Services League, God set me straight about mental creations and that I'm not crazy when I talk about all my moving up and down dimensions, opposite land, opposite of opposite land, red/white door land, white door land, and others.  He reminded me that just the other day I had heard more than once people saying 'Thank You Lord for what I am about to receive' and how one day, on my way to Joy's, I had heard Maggie call out to me from over by the subdivision nearby because she had misinterpreted God's instructions for her to get to me, and had I gone to her I would have gotten to her, and if I'd have just stayed on her front porch in Bates City she'd have come out to me.

           People can see me moving and operating as I am now, in the dimension I am from, the one in which I was sucked into my bed through a vortex, but I'm not home yet and sometimes, when I hear knocks and a "ghostly" voice saying 'yes it's really me' it really is her but she is in a different dimension than me, which is why she appears invisible to me, and she also can not see me. And when I look at porn I go many dimensions down, sometimes hundreds, and when I do one righteous act or enjoy righteous pleasures, I go up, sometimes thousands of dimensions. And whatever I post on the Internet, transcends all nets and gets posted in some form on all dimensions' Internets. And God assures me she is close.

        5:17 PM

I watched most of the Rifftrax riff on Star Wars The Holiday Special and stopped about when the Riff on the Sacred Parts began. I saw most of the ads that played during it in 1978 including a McDonald's Egg McMuffin ad and at least two Holiday Special scenes not included in YouTubes Nice Copy of the film.  Now I will watch Firewall, then stream The Wild Geese, then the DareDevil Director's Cut on discord.

     5:37 PM  CDT   

Three times now as I have been watching Firewall, Maggie has tried but failed to get to me.  The first time, I told her to go buy a coat if she needed one.  The second time, I told her to please ring the doorbell, which she did not the third time,but knocked, in which I said 'Wrong floor, try again'. 
The fourth time, just now, I said, 'Well, you're, still in the wrong dimension.  Keep trying.  I love you'.
I heard another knock, and another and said to her, 'You're invisible to me now, and I can't see you, so keep trying'. 
In trying to unplug my desklamp so I could see to write in my Diary, I accidentally unplugged my router, and my movie stopped.  It took a while to start it again. 
At 5:49:56, I got the movie playing again and started it from the beginning.
What I flush, they flaunt.
Maggie has apparently stopped trying to reach me for now.  She  must be very frustrated.  I can imagine. There are untold millions of me's, Apartment 4's, Clinton's and 10'th's, but only one me me. And she is trying to find the one dimension I just happen to be in right now. Whenever I fall asleep either go up or down dimensions or a dimension depending on the types of dreams I have. If you are familiar with interger math, its like a number hat. Her journey must be tough, grueling.  And she's only a woman.  I have seen Firewall one time before.  This time when she knocked, I said 'ok, I'll make it easy, my door is unlocked and should be unlocked in every dimension.  Turn the doorknob and walk right in.  To make sure it's me, well, God'll tell you'.  Then I prayed out loud that God would tell her if it was me. I need to trim my moustache and shave my beard off. (It's 5:59 PM and it looks dark as pitch out.  I just prayed for every Maggie to get to every Brent of their present experience, silently.  It's 6:00 PM CDT) After shaving, I clipped my fingernails, then took my shoes and socks off to clip my toenails, and was barefoot the rest of the evening.

       6:17 PM CDT

She's still knocking. She's very frustrated, probably.  I accidentally locked the door, then unlocked it again and told her so.
Firewall is a very good movie I first watched at Joy's house around 2006 when it first came out on DVD.
I told Mags that I hoped she got here on time to watch Firewall  with me.
I heard Maggie open the front door and climb up the stairs earlier but it was in a different dimension.  She knocked on the front door later after realizing it wasn't me.  Hopefully, watching the movie Firewall with me her husband will be a good incentive for her to keep trying to find me.

     7:32 PM CDT

Firewall is over.  Now I'll write in my Diary on my website and stream.

         8:23 PM CDT
Now I will start my stream on discord, mentioned above. I took my pills, plunged my toilet and defecated in it, then transferred my Diary to the internet. It's streaming time!

12/09-
THURSDAY

                                        4:05 PM CDT

  About an hour ago, I heard a knock and said to Mags, 'my door is unlocked. If the door is locked, you're in the wrong dimension.' I haven't heard any knocks since then.

                                  Right now, I'm streaming Dark Tower 7 on discord, on Everything Star Wars discord server, on the Star Wars LiveStreams! voice channel.

                             Around 4:11 PM CDT, I heard another knock and I told Mags, with some neighbors nearby, who saw no one, and neither did I, that my door was unlocked and the door must be locked and if locked she's in the wrong dimension; it's unlocked in my dimension.

                                   I'm on the part of The Dark Tower where Lamla was shot dead.

 As I came to the part where the ka-tet was together again, when Eddie and Susannah were together again, white husband and his dark wife, having come from different worlds through a door, I heard a knock. 'Is it you, Maggie?' I called from upstairs' She answered in the affirmative. I heard her voice. I raced downstairs, but it was not so. I said, 'Remember (I think I said Remember) if my door is unlocked, its my dimension, and if its locked it's not mine, and if it's not locked and not my dimension, God will tell you it's not me.' I then prayed out loud in the name of Jesus Christ that God would tell Maggie if it wasn't me.


                                  5:57 PM CDT

As Walter 'O Dark met his unfortunate end, I heard, in another world, Maggie turn a 3-4 doorknob, and when she found it unlocked, she knocked. Still it was the wrong world. She knocked again about a half minute later, trying again. I spoke gently to her, urging her to try again, telling her it was still unlocked.  Now I need to change my Dark Tower Story, because I saw a body, and there's no way to magically bring The Walkin' Dude back from beyond the clearing at the end of the path.

                                                 6:14 PM CDT

As he listened to The Dark Tower 7, while streaming it, waiting patiently for his Maggie to finally get to him, he changed his Dark Tower story so that it was congruous with what had gone before, fixing a major continuity blunder. At 6:17 PM, Jake, Susannah and Eddie Dean, Roland and Oy made it to the next leg of their journey, going through a Door.

                                 At  6:38 PM CDT Brent had just finished the Dark Tower story by Zara Hemla 'Aimless' which was slash but well-written and Brent commented on the site it was on that "It wasn't as good as It Follows the beam as I'm not a fan of slash but at least their dialogue was pretty in character for Cory (Autocorrected from Cort or a typo) and Alain". On the audiobook, the ka-tet were about to go through yet another door, to a place where Blue Heaven was, the place where a bunch of Taheen were trying to bring about the destruction of all worlds, kind of like Thanos in the MCU. And Brent thought of how Thanos was buddy-buddy with Death, and how the Taheen worked for the Crimson King, who is like satan in the DTverse, and he heard that magic occult number 300, because there are "300" breakers breaking the beams "307 to be exact". There are also Cantoi. Taheen and Cantoi. And Vampires. He hadn't heard any knocking since 5:57 PM.  He found that he had 9 days to finish Return of The Jedi, until December 18, and he also had that long to obtain the hardcopy of The Force Awakens. He paused the audiobook and called the library, after researching who wrote the Adult reading level Novelization of the film.

                                   Getting home at 8:13 PM CDT with The Force Awakens and several audiobooks, he defecated, then started up the Dark Tower stream again (the stream had been running while he had been away but the Book had been paused) and then contemplated taking some quarters from his laundry money and getting some stay awake juice- a large Dr. Pepper, from Casey's and only one and nothing else, because he wanted to burn the midnight oil reading and listening to audiobooks. Tomorrow he wanted to finally get his dishes done as he had mentioned to Sister Debbie Norman that night at the library. As he listened to Roland Deschain's long awaited reunion with his old friend Shimi, Brent started to tell details he had not slip about his life for anyone fearing his father's ire at doing what his father had commanded him not to do-but in his father's world he was dead. He had come to an entirely different plane and Maggie, knowing by an inner voice that he was not dead, just gone to a different place, followed, through outer space, plane and dimension, until she was very near him. She bought a house with her monies in Bates City as a Way Station to continue her search and Brent had gone down to the dimension she was in, climbing up from the Realm of the Dead, and found her. Since then Maggie had sought him, but had not found him yet. In the book he was listening to as he told his tale there had been three major reunions-Jake to Susannah, Susannah and Jake and Oy to Roland and Eddie, and Roland to Shimi. Brent hoped that since what he read generally acted itself out in his life, that this portended a long-awaited reunion between Brent and his Maggie soon. 'The Sooner the Better' he thought.

One year in the Michigan of a faraway earth, the when being some time between 2009-2015 AD, Brent Lee Sohlden found himself astrally projecting. This happened several times. His father had commanded him if he astrally projects to not go through the door at the end of ALL space. The first time he reached it, he didn't, for the head of Santa's Little Helper from the Simpsons Dimension came through to warn him wordlessly not to proceed further. But the next time Brent had astrally projected, he had gone through. Then another door. Then another. And another. Door, door, door, and many other doors one right after the other, but then he saw bright angels in the forms of hands making the STOP sigul. So he stopped. Brent only astrally projected twice more. To stop himself from going through yet another door, he went instead into black holes twice, both times. The first transported him to a universe where everyone looked like pigs wearing clothes and on two feet like men and women. He was pulled out of that universe after seeing himself in a mirror, then the second black hole was a dead end which seemed to absorb all sound. It was awfully noisy in there. He was also pulled out of this black hole, and he never again astrally projected.

       After telling his tale, he gathered his monies and headed to Casey's to buy his large soda.

                          Brent got home from Casey's around 9:12 PM CDT, and had been given a free pop (soda to southerners, seltzer to the deep south, but the Northerners know it as 'pop') and had discovered among his quarters, which he had retained, a 1976 Bicentennial Quarter, which he always intended to keep. On the stream, goings on in Blue Heaven were being narrated in the crudity of everyday Taheen speech. A neighbor, although it was early in the evening relatively and he was quiet as a mouse except for his laptop, wanted him to keep it down. At first he yelled back saying he wasn't violating any rules, 'not stomping my feet, moving my furniture around or yelling and screaming', but nevertheless, to keep the peace he turned his laptop down to roughly half volume although it was only 9 in the evening. He didn't like being asked to keep it down when it wasn't that late at night. After he wrote that, his neighbor called him to inform him that he wanted him to stop making so much noise and described some 'distortion' noise that Brent obviously had not been making and Matthew had assumed was coming from Brent's upstairs apartment. Brent told him that he had turned his laptop down to roughly half-volume just in case. Tomorrow, Brent's paycheck would be issued, and he would be paid some spending money by his current Payee, Joy. He would no longer have any reason to make the attempt to dig into his laundry money again, or so he hoped. 'Is there hope for Finley Otego the Taheen?' Brent thought hopefully. He was about halfway done with his soda.

At 9:41 PM CDT Brent heard the magic Occult Number 33 in the story, "thirty-three fresh new Breakers brought in".

There are also Humes. Vampires, Taheens, Cantoi and Humes.

At 9:47 PM CDT a train went West on the tracks by his apartment house.

At 9:56 PM CDT he finished his pop.

      Brent was satisfied that he had transferred about all that he could from his 2021 Record to his Public Diary, but he wanted to check his phone's Writer+ App Record, and thought that he may want to put some 'Written on' Anachronisms in his existing 2021 Public record rather than rearranging all the entries again. At 10:07 PM, he heard that sound again twice, the one he couldn't place nor find out what on his laptop was making it.  Earlier that day, he had said "Jabez, I need you.", but he had started hearing this new sound long before he had said it.

Now the ka-tet were in Blue Heaven, having arrived there not by a door, but by an electric three-wheeler, Roland having seen a card that served as a sigul that not only was Walter O'Dim dead, but that one of their Ka-tet was about to die, as in The Fellowship of the Ring Boromir died.  In this book, Father Callahan was the first to break the Fellowship by dying.  Outside the Ruin that was Thunderclap, the Ka-tet shared Keff.  Ka-shum had come.  They share water.  Roland said, Drink, bondman, bondwoman, and drank and shared Keff with the Ka-Tet individually.

Kashum means Death.

Jake Chambers sensed Kashum for the both of them when he and Callahan had entered into the Place of the Vampires.  The Dinh (Roland) said to each Member of the Ka-Tet, calls them by name, do you call me Dinh? When they answer in the affirmative, he drank water with each one and told them he loved them and gave them a dry kiss on the mouth.  Then they linked hands.  Brent was wowed at this Gunslinger Sacrament, showing that King was no stranger to Sacrament and Ordinances, for Satanists had them, though they were sick, demonic and twisted, but this Sacrament was not, for it was a parting ordinance, as Christ's cup of Communion had been, showing Christ's death til he came.  But even the Freemasons have a Sacrament, though they defile it with salt.

At 10:20 PM CDT he heard the sound, he thought might be coming from discord, again and he paused the audiobook to defecate and take a good shower.  He wrote a concluding sentence in his yellow notebook, then paused the book to get up and do just that.
At 10:48 PM CDT, Brent said, "Woo-hoo! I feel so fresh and so clean."  He was in clean pants, one of his cleanest dirty shirts, though it still smelled, recycled underpants and he had put on fresh socks, his digital watch, and his silver military cross necklace.  He felt downright spiffy.  He really felt the pain of his now-lost-for-about-a-week-and-a-half wallet, knowing that Joy would first insist that it must be somewhere in his house, and when he did not find it after searching his apartment top to bottom two, maybe three times and did not find it,  she would blame him for its loss and tell him and others that he couldn't take care of himself again, citing teeth, laundry, dishes and any other example she could think of, ignoring any progress he had made and every positive.  She had told him he couldn't take care of himself so many times, that sometimes he started believing it.

    At 10:54 PM CDT he started his DT7 audiobook back up, but before he did he heard that sound again, even more insistent, twice in an instant now. 

At 11:56 PM Brent found out that that sound indeed was coming from discord. Was it the sound of a notification, just any notification?, he thought.