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- Well, gotta start somewhere so!! 1996- Got busted in fulton-moved to fl. Had terrible car accident on "78" pulled man from burning car my van was pinned against railing can probably still see 1|4 mile black skidmark westbound bridge "78" between redbay and fulton Dad also flipped his U-hual 1997- Editor school newspaper Mom and dad own art galleries in Seaside and Destin started modeling for Willamina Inc.- NYC/Atl Voted most talented-(talent show helped) 1998-Started band"PASSENGER" RECORDED EP DEMO Started experimenting with electronica worked in Seaside at bud and alley's saw the filming of the Truman Show w/Jim Carrey Made alot of crazy***friends in Panama City Saved a drowning girl in flood water's at econfina 1999-graduated band moved to Tallahasse at FSU Bo,Frank,Brian, me Manager at shoney's-Independant contractor for Tallahasse democratic newspaper was at tha capital building for 5 day's selling re-cal newspapers during the 2000 scandal's marched with jesse jackson and al sharpton I was interviewed by several global news stations 2000-Traveled out west in my jeep Me, aaron,tim. moved to panama had new band "ss18" no more ashley School at O.W.C 2001- 911 enlisted into Marine corp. that very day. PARRIS ISLAND BOOT CAMP DISCHARGED FOR FRAUDULENT ENLISTMENT FOR LYING ABOUT FULTON BUST-(THAT CRUSHED ME) 2002- left for New Orleans with only a bag on my back became street smart- bad company for sure. known as passenger cuz of my tattoo. started working at cafe du'monde- met my baby Renee- still together to this day drugs drugs and more drugs- renee had to kick me out got arrested 12 times-wow never again drugs are bad 2003-Started working on Mississippi queen steamboat memphis,pittsburgh,cincinnati,nashville, lost my job on my birthday kicked off the boat in St. Paul Minnesota with no$ Made it back to N.o.l.a Renee had mercy 2004-started construction and renovating houses 2005-then I returned to florida and worked with the cival enginerrs as a bomb explosives tech......then retured to my old ways and New orleans...was on the run for probation violation Finally apprehended was left for dead by guards for 5 day's during HURRICANE KATRINA- SAW PEOPLE DIE-MURDERED-RAPED I fended for myself until national guards dismantled RIOTS-EVACUATED-2/3RD SURVIVED WHAT THEY NOW CALL THE WATCHTOWER-WHERE I WAS HELD WITHOUT FOOD,AIR,WATER,SUPERVISION EVACUATED TO TENT CITY AT HUNT'S PENITENTUARY LOST IN THE SYSTEM 2006-finally released to re-hab d.j at re-hab- made 25 song demo also some artwork
When I became a psychic on 911
topic posted Fri, January 26, 2007 - 8:22 PM by The Passenger delete entire topic
It all started after a terrible fight with a guy we all called crazy Adam
My blood was all over the floor
One of the punk kids at the party wiped his finger in my blood and wrote S.A.T.A.N.
With my blood
I guess I’d just sighned a contract with the devil
Then I started hearing voices coming out of peoples mouth’s
They were really talking but what I was hearing was much different than anything I’d heard before. High and Low pitch schreels and shrieking
Like as with I was on Nitros even though I wasn’t
That night I’d said to myself ”I wish something would happen” referring to the world
Thinking about how my parent’s had the revolution’s of the sixties and stuff
I was the night of 9-10-01 before 9-11-01
I went to sleep……….then awoke around5:00a.m.
To the horrifieng sound of a plain screeming across the sky
Everyone else was still crashed out around the house
So I went back to sleep………then again it happened.
Keep in mind I was in P.C. florida not New York or Washington
I woke again around 8:00a.m.
My friend Rob was awake and standing at the back-door looking up at the sky saying
Yep……..” It’s about that time”
I said Rob”what did you say” and he said Oh your awake “I was just calling for my dog”
I went back to sleep one last time
The next time I woke up ………Crazy Adam had burst into the door and said…Holly shit turn on the T.V. “we’re under attack
Then we saw the tower’s burning
For some reason I said “I ganna dig them out of those cave’s”
Then I drove 49miles to Fort Walton and enlisted into Them Marine Corp.
The last thing I remember before getting out of the car was the radio said”and we still do not know where our presedent is”
That afternoon I returened home and called a friend in Tallahasse
And the first thing he said was ”hey man, Something finally happened” he had no idea I had that thought the night before
Ever since that night I have had premonitions
I feels like the world stopped spinning
Like I’m hanging by my toes
Like I’m the center of the movie(the Truman Show effect)
It can’t be forced though
If I try .it’s not real usually
The world looks very picturesque suddenly
I get the meesage in short segment’s over a pirriod of time
That’s why
I usually cannot tell what it mean’s until just before it happen’s
I am getting better though
I’ post more latter
Wait till you hear about my Katrina experisce
I was mactually6 there
Left for dead in o.p.p
Were only 2/3’rd of us made it out alive
But I knew long before that we were in big trouble
I've seen Demon's /in New Orleans
I used to be homeless in New Orleans, sleeping under houses, robbing, buglary, hustling, etc.
At appox. 3:00 a.m. (the devels hour, apposite of the miricle hour 3:00p.m., when Chist gave up his ghost, I latter learned)
Right outside of St. louis cemitary(oldest cemitary in New Orleans, perhaps even in the U.S.)
I started noticing these tall shadow people
They would alway's be about 20ft. behind me waving there hands for me to come forth
The leader had a tall statue of liberty like crown
It also could have been a Indian cheif feather warhat
All black claok, all black everything except for those eye's(white diamonds)
He had a legion of little demons(so I called him Legion) following him(they had little matie gras hats)jestor's I called them
He also had these handimen that were also very tall
They had French Napolion like hats(liken on the amadeous move cover)
It got worse and worse every night ........more and more.....
I also started seeing this giant green gorgoyle appearing solo in other parts of the city
very muscular reddish- green-maroon
He would pop up where bushes should have been on rooftop's and in bell towers
He had these horn's that curled around under his chin
For some reason this guy felt more dangeriuos than the others\
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I went to jail many time's
In the jail is where I realised that I was not alone in my sighting's
I started noticing these etchings in almost every cell or teir I went to
These etching's weere smoky black and were exactly what I been seeing too.....
They had titles under them like the "Dragon KinG""Rex"
That's when I put two and two together"king Rex" the king of the martie gras paradre
Rex ware's this statue of liberty crown the zulu parade (the feather hat)
and the little jestores
New Orleans is a spokeey place for real man
It will made a believer out of anyone
It's no wonder Katrina(purification)
I was in jail and left for dead durring Katrina for 5 day's
only 2/3's of us made it out out of the old parrish prisson alive
Earliest premonition/ Arnie Swatzenager and Challenger
topic posted Sat, January 27, 2007 - 9:16 PM by The Passenger delete entire topic
I remmember one thing about that time
It could have been an early premonition
I was on a long trip somewhere with my parrents
I was in the back seat and I overheard a conversation between them
they were arguing if Arnald Swatzinager would ever be prez.
I know.....not a U.S. born..........but.
I remmembered that conversation vividly becouse it was so odd
When he became Govt. I asked my parents if they remmembered that
they said no........he couldn't be prez. and we never had that conversation
Well why have I carried this my whole life?......
I should have taken note of the Regan "Just say No"
I do also remmeber the Challenger explosion
I took off school that day to see it
That scared me
when Columbia happened I had that same feeling that day before it happened
that I had the Day of Challenger
I hate being on the moey sometime's
Those guy's are hero's in my eye's
Re: Do Paranormal things have an odor?
Sat, January 27, 2007 - 8:18 PM
I can say with cofidence yes..
I've never experianced it with demon's.but
When I received the Babtism of the Holy Spirt............
I saw lights.....felt a rushing mighty wind..........
spoke in tounges....and yes.............
the most striking smell..swettist thing I've smelled.....it was a taiste too
I read latter that people report the smell of frankinsence or Myrth when encountering angels
When I got off the floor I could not stand up.knees shaking....allI could say too the many people gathered around was....
"what's that smell"
they all said what smell
I snuck out and when the service was over I snuck behind the evangelist
he didn't see me but he said ,"must be the Holly Spirt on Me"
as if he knew I was there
The smell was all over him
That night he also healed a man a cross-eyes( a life-long thing)he also healed a man of diabett's
The call him a prophet
His name was palmer channeller
And he sure channeled the spirt into me
reply to this post
This is very moveing...........
As a child I was put to sleep hearig stories of how great out country is........how lucky we are
Then there was always the story of my grandfather ,poppy, who was a decorated was hero.in ww2
My father said he never talked about the war though............when me father asked once if he'd ever killed anyone? he only somberly replied"I;m afraid so son"..........
So on 911 ....I felt compelled to enlisted into the Marine Corp..........I did so that very day............and I asked them to put me on the front line
I was on the delayed entry for the next week......................
Dirring that week I had time to think about this........................
I broke down on the night before leaveing for Parris Island Boot Camp............and I walked in to a strange Babtist Chuch I'd never been to before
..................I walked in barefooted..............and layed down at the alter
The precher came to ask me what was the matter and I told him.....
I WANT TO SERVE MY COUNTRY BUT I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO HURT ANY-ONE
He said let's pray togetther that you will not have too...............
the next day I was off to Parris Island
Before leaveing for Iraq .............I was dicharged for fruadulent enlistment.......for my initial waver that did not come through
PRAYER AND MEDITATION-is the answer to all trails
I HATED BOOT CAMP SAND FLEES WHERE THE WORST
ONE DAY THE SERIES COMMANDER CALLED OUT ALL THE INFANRY(GRUNTS) TO STAND STAND IN A LINE
HE TOLD US........MEN THER IS ABOUT TO BE SOMETHING BIG HAPPENING IN THE WORLD AND YOU MEN ARE THE ONES WHO WILL BE AT THE FRONT LINE.....IT'S BIG...IT'S REAL BIG.....
WE WERE ALL OF COURSE THINKING BIN LADDEN BECOUSE MOST OF US IN PLATOON 1004 A CO. HAD ENLI8STED ON THE DAY OF 9=11 OR JUST AFTER....WE WERE THE HERO COMPANY THEY CALLED US...AND THE MEN STANDING ON THIS LOINE WERE YTHE GRUNTS..THE ON THE GROUND MEN
THE SERIES COMMANDER WENT DOWN THE LINE AND COUNTED US OFF....
EVERY 1ST MAN HE TOLD HIM TO LAY DOWN
EVRY 2ND MAN TO TAKE A KNEE
EVERY 3RD MAN TO REMAIN STANDING AT ATTINTION
THEN HE TOLD US THE 1ST MAN REPRESSETED THOSE % WHO WOULD DIE
2ND MAN THOSE WOUNDE
3RD THOSE WHO WOULD LIVE TO TELL THE STORY IN ONE PIECE
YOU KNOW THE TOUCHING THIN EVEN TODAY WAS OUR ATTTUDES TO THIS NEWS.....
WE WHERE PROAD TO DIE...WE WERE SO PROAD.....
NONE OF US HAD RECIEVED ANY MAIL...MAIL WASN'T ALOWED AT PARRIS ISLAND....WELL NOT THE KIND THNAT WOULD STAR A COMMOTION ANYWAY...SO NONE OF US KNEW ABOUT IRAQ...AND HOW WE WOULD BE GEARING UP TO GO THER AND NEVER HAVE THE CHANCVE TO HUNT DOWN THOSE MEN WHO WHERE RESPONSIBLE FOR 9-11
THE HERO COMPANY.....
You know it never snowed for the five years I was in New Orleans
Until one Christmas morning
My family had begged me to come home,but I was to strung out to see them
Then it snowed.....My first white Christ mas ever
I was alone and on the streets
don't ever find yourself alonr on Cristmas.......I wanted to kill myself
martain brit
Diffenantly the look
I went to a faith bases re-hab in March 06 after all that
There was an expert of spiritual warfare there named Martain Britt
He was showing these slides one day of what he knew to be priceipalities
I had to cover my eyes
after class that day I showed him some of my drawing;'s
He said (without a look of surprise) that they were area parrish principalities(anceint)
He asked if he couls use my drawings in his nex book .... The war for the soul -two
I agreed
How It happend
Wow ...I don't know?
I don't even know who he is...or where he came from
like a cyber angel......
People kept telling me they liked my vedio and I was like...........
Duh???***.....What video...
He had hidden it in my pics..comments...
When I finally found it I almost passed out
then I conntacted him and he was the nicest person in the world
he was just as moddest as he could be....
wow!!!!!
Good blessings do come to those ...who least expect it
I hope Orphious ......Has treasured up many crowns of glory
All he said is that it is nice when he is appreciated
And boy do I know what he means
To orphious
I added a part about you in my about me .....overveiw at the end
You know ..I don't know who you are or where you came from
I give the lord on high all the glory for this one
I have lived my life from one adbenture to the next
Modeling painting marines D.J. writing
I even once had a music contract with my band I was had and have never been able to re-assemble
I just about lost all respect in myself
a should have- could have -wish I would have --has been
I am 27 now and that is the age I always knew I was ganna die....(not suisidal don't worry)
It is the damn premonoition thing....
This time God I pray thAT I am wrong
It could be self created fantacy.....You know couse I watched Kurt Cobain die at 27
and of couse jimmi.and jim and jannis. and well the list goes on doesm't it
And here I am 27 .......I have been on thre move my whole life....trying to express
Whyn I don't know....
It's like God has a purpose for me and won't let me just be normal
And I thank him for it....after the smoke clears
But look at every-one else around me..kids ..family...cars..education..jod..stability..well traveled
I tell them my story these days and where it used to facinate them....known they role there eye's and talk behind my back.....and hint around at ...Dylan you need help......My God How meuch help could I need
I think I actually see through them when they think they see through me
I am actually a very smart S.O,G(od)
I just have to keep moveing thats all
I walk a gray line between the light and the dark
I never expected to see tommarrow and when it come's
I draw circles in the sand
wondering in the wilderness
It's just a kiss form the tempter's lips
Thought the dessert comes
Temptation burns
My thought's get heavey from carring stones
But now I see it a ...great disstance
crawling to the watering well
Into the wilderness
Nothing about this ..I'll miss
I cannot find a path
But I guess I desserve this
Walk dear childer to the light
someone told me it has past
He came traveling down....down...down
well orphiou
I'm sure your a very busy person
Just pleas keep lighting people's lives
Here's my moto for life:
all we have is a maontage of short segment clips to reflect on
All those time's when we were a star in our own movie
The light came on and we felt it was there...we just knew it
now we've lost some alone the way......
and we can only hope that something we said or did would have helped them to live and learn and die knowing I loved each and every last one of em'
and if only good thing's are aloud to travel with us to heaven
I'll be honered to take with me my memories
and share with the angels my Tears in Heaven
I would have deid for any one of them
Here's what I posted about you in my about me overveiw
How It happend
Wow ...I don't know?
I don't even know who he is...or where he came from
like a cyber angel......
People kept telling me they liked my vedio and I was like...........
Duh???***.....What video...
He had hidden it in my pics..comments...
When I finally found it I almost passed out
then I conntacted him and he was the nicest person in the world
he was just as moddest as he could be....
wow!!!!!
Good blessings do come to those ...who least expect it
I hope Orphious ......Has treasured up many crowns of glory
All he said is that it is nice when he is appreciated
And boy do I know what he means
God speed star frend...go out and father a distant planet ( abird will fly to a distant planet)
Some times it is like a boul movement...
Other times it comes staight from the divine...
It's like the world matures right there in front of me
You know how I can tell when I have written a good song
When I am scared to death I am going to be sued....cause I just know I've heard it somewhere before
It must just be meant to be......
We are only the recipiants of expression
The earth and it's spirts are the true expressionists
Poppy\
My grandfather was a war hero that came home to Memphis and became a succesful buisness owner
He started the first momopoly on P.V.C. pipe
The day before the assasination he marched with Martain Luther King\
He was warned by the Mophia not to do it
Old King cotten country you know....
I month latter he was force into bankrupsy...
Hr breiaeed in the Dream and so do I
I had a hard time for awile after prisson
becouse the card were turned on me and I was the minoraty and I was beaten and oppressed non-stop
I didn't do anything to desirve that ....
I stated to sterio type black people as agressive and stubborn
But you know ....that probably came from strong wills
but that didn't make any excuse for there evil action
then again I was in prisson...were it is hard to finr the good in anyone
However I had a dream...and I still do
I still see those negative qualiteis out here in the real world
It's hard to get past the tramma
And know I know why the older African americam community still feels so strongly
Oppression is a monster
And togetherness is God himself
I have a dream
God bless Martain Luther King
and all those who continue to Dream
I have a turkey story to share myself....
It was a day before Thanks=giving.
I was 15 and had just gotten my drivers licence
I was over at my freinds house and we were in the living room with his Grandmother..
His grandmother said...Boys I sure wish i could aford a Turkey this year..
then a light bulb came on in my friend Joe's head..
"grand ma how much would you pay for a Turkey
She said all she could afford would be $20 or $30
Joe said Gtrand ma I know Where i can get a Turkey..
So we left out in my Jeep Cherokie to a farm near Joe's house
We pulled next to some tress on a dirt road next to a barn
I started to get out with Joe and he said ...wait here and watch out for the farmer
joe leaped over the fence and dissappeared behind the barn..
Meanwhile I sat there with my back hatch open for about 30min.
I was begaining to get worried ..when all of a sudden The back end of the cherioke whent down
It was joe that hyad jumped in and he was screaming....Go...Go...Go...Go...Go
I stepped on the gas and asked him "what is it ..is it the Farmer"
and he said no it's that damn Turkey...
I looked in the Rearveiw and saw sa Turkey chasing us down the dirt road
And this is how Joe discibed the situateion
He said that when he corn4ered the Turkey behind the Burn...That it fanned out it;'s tail feathers
and charged him...
He said that Tukey had him pinned down and was pecking him on the for head
Evey time he tried to get up to run it would latch it's claws into his back and throw him down again
goble goble
I like this one...
I was once on a band trip...
We were at the pool and I was diving for rings in the shallow end
One of the tall duffusses named Bruce Cantrel
Jumped in and landed on my head and neck
I almost drawned
Then we had to wait for the ambulence to come..
While a nurse that happened to be ther held my neck in place
Thankfully After X-rays ut was only a sprain
BUt I had a hell of a hospital bill
My first trip to Florida was simular
We brought my dog..Apple with us
He had wondered off up into the sand duned and had sat down on a fire art bed
It was only seconds latter that he took off down the beach dragging his but...
He got smaller and smaller and smaller until he became a black dot in the distance
The funnist thing is theat the entire beach was very crowded
so can you imaginge a dog running bu you dragging his but while you are sun bathing or builing a sand castle...aarf arf arf arfa argf arfa....bye bye apple
My FIRST GOAST EXPERIANCE WAS VERY SIMULAR....
AS A KID WE LIVED IN AN OLD HOUSE IN GUNTOWN. MS.
THIS HOUSE WAS RUMERED TO HAVE BEEN THE PLACE WHERE JOHN WILKS BOOTH(ASSASIN OF LINCON) LIVED OUT HIS LIFE UNTIL OLD AGE....a MAN WAS SEEN RARELY IN A WHEEL CHAIR(REMMEBER HE JUMPED FROM THE BALCONEY)....THIS MAN WAS SAID TO HAVE BEEN HIDDEN BY HIS FAMILY MEMEBERS UNTIL ONE DAY HE DIED AND WAS BURRIED IN SECRET IN THE BAckYARD
It was an old three story house...very victorian...plantation home...
We found knife carved initials ....J,W.B...in the attack
In my closet bedroom was a the bottom of the stairs lead8ing to the attick....and (I used to hear boots walking up the stairs.....there was also a door that had been painted shut that lead to the back yard were the unmarked grave was...and we would hear what sounded like an encoded knocking lightly like the tips if a finger > According to the story in Guntown....That
> > peson
> > > > killed in the shoootout...was a drifter who
> > had
> > > > been hidding living in a barn....the barn
> was
> > > > burned and so was the body....so who
> > knows.....
I have only seen on spirt that I know for sure to be a goast and not a demon(unless it was a demon trick)
It was a dope dealer that had gotten shot and killed while I was in jail......m and my girlfriend were driveing by his dope corner one night ahnd as we passed I saw him leaning into a CAR LIKE HE WAS MAKING A SELL...IT DIDN'T OCCUR TO ME AT FIRST THEN I LOOKED IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROW AS HE WAS COMMING UP OUT OF THE CAR AND HE LOOKED RIGHT THROUGH ME....THEN I REMMEMBERED HE HAD DIED I STARTED SCREEMEING AND MY GIRLFRIEND ALMOST WRECKED
I DID'NT TELL HER TILL WE GOT HOME......SHE HAD TOO ROCK ME TO SLEEP
Thoughout highschool and even again today I have lived right outside of the largest airforce base in the world
Eglond airforce base...I live so close that in fact a family was accedently bombed next door durring test's in the 40's durring ww2........they were instructed to turn out all lights for the night ...but the grandfather went outside to cheek on his cows with a laintern and they got bombed....today a memorial stands overgrown woith weeds
one timen when driving home from the beach.....I looked up throgh the sunroof to see a very bright star overhead....then it started moving...then it took off aqt lightspeed accrossthre sky and came to an impossible complet e sudden stop....I watched it in fear for a few moments then it did it again but this time it did a feew perfect 90% turns.......I drove home and called my dad to come outsiide to see it...it never moved again....but my dad did admit it was the brightest star he'd ever seen....
I few month laiter My girlfrind and me were driving home from the movies when we saw what looked like a motercycle light approaching very quickly from the rear.....I stopped the car and we both watch a triangular sting ray looking (like a stealth bomber kindodff) hoover slowly over and past us just about 50 to 100 feet over head as it turned off it's lights then whent its own way strait up the road.....
was locked up for a misdormeaner and a probation hold 30 day's before the storm( in orleans parrish prission)
5 day's before the storm.........they turned off the t.v. privledges.......after we saw the storm on the news\
4day's prior.they turned off the phones.................so we could not call out for help becouse they were leaveing us there
we had just elected a new sherriff Marlyn Gusman
The privios sherriff always eveacuated for even the minorest of hurrricains
3 days prior........they moved me over to the Old Parrish prison.where they house capitol offender's only....I.... was a misdormeaner
2 days prior.......we had no idea how bad the storm had become.no t.v............no phones.
I started haveing a premonition while me and this terot card reader named Evil sat in the ever becomeing more crowded
corner.....he asked if I'd ever astol projected I said no...he said let me teach you..
we put our hands togeter and meditated ..he tought me how.........He asked if I could see his girlfreind out there.
............
he said" what do the cat's look like" ........I described them........he flipped out.............
again and again he came to me that night asking me if she was o.k...........then I saw it......
They are on a balconey.......and there is water everywhere,,,,,,,,,,boat's....it's looks like venus.
that didn't really make scence to us becouse we'd had storms before.but.never anything like I was seeing
He said .they?.who is she with.......I said a little girl........ (he latter found out that his girlfrend had found a lost child
and she protected the girl durring the storm, while they waited for the boats .on a balconey .in french courter)
He said...is this now or what I said no..I don't think so....it's the storm.it's comming big
Then he said focus.what about me....what is going to happen to me.........I said..You've got blood on your face n hands
1 day prior.......They moved us all to the top floor..turned off the A.C...........We were packed like rats in a teir meant for 50 we had over 500
shoulder to shoulder....over 120degrees....they came in and thew a bag of rice crispy treats on the floor and quikly slammed the door closese ....we all nearly killed each other to get a bit.and that was our last meal.for the next 6 days
The morning of...........the power went out......the water went out...the toilets over flowed unto the floor....and that became our drinking water for the next 5 days.......I looked out the window and the storm had begun.I asked Evil if this was the hurricaine.he said no.he said.when you see that yellow pedestrain crossing sign out there start running...that'll be the hurricain........an hour latter...that sign was fopping back and forth so fast that the man icon on the sign was LITTERALLY RUNNING!!!!!!! then it blew awy staight up in the air.until it looked like a kite in the far off distance.........the small window got too foogy to see..but we could hear the God awfullist explosins and train sounds....it didn't last very long though.we thought we were in the eye.......the windows still foggyy.I grabed evil and said..........man is that water out there? it's moveing like Mississippie river........he loooked and said hell no.couldn't be.............but he was wrong..........We marked the water by the hour aginst a stone wall by the courthouse......a ft. per hour at least it rose that day and rose more (over for 3 days) we just knew we would die here
that night the guards came the the door and said we'er all trapped surrounded by 24 ft. of water..........
and this is word for word what they said............we don't give a fuck about you mother fuckers.we've got lived ones to think about.....so you bitches can burn this motherfucker down,rape, fucken kill eack other in there...we ain't comeing in there to get none of you....we know were getting sued and we'd dont' care if we lose our job.......gooby WE BEGGED FOR AT LEAST A FLASHLIGHT..THEY LAGHFT AND SHUT THE DOOR. AND THAT'S THE LAST TIME WE SAW THEM FOR THE NEXT 5 DAYS NO FOOD NO WATER NO LIGHTS NO Meds NO HELP FOR WHAT WAS TO COME///////////
That night............It was so dark you could not see a hand in front of face...........They (inmates)started setting fire's
I screamed...stooooooooooop.carbon monoxide.....they didn't care.......they started a tribal rythmatic beating on the walls......dancing around the fires..( my dad , who was in florida at the time recalls witchen CNN AND SEEING LIVE FOOTage of the priison on fire, saying to himself God I hope my son ain't in there, and that's exactly were I was) like a sceen from lord of the flies..............enemies were screeming at each other thought thew chicken wire that had had separrated them for these past year while they awaited trall...remmember this was a capitol offence teir.........they were saying thing to each other like yaaaaaa I killed your brother.I raped your mother ..........Then they started dragging people out to the back and rappeing them.....they would screem for a moment then it would stopp sudenly..we knew theere was a killing but it was to packed to see far
The they ripped the ceoiling out and everyone pulled oput the metal pipe casings from around the wires.sharpened on both ends we all now had swords and spears.........they ripped up the chichen wire in the back of the teir thsat separatted the enemies....
and both side's poored into one another....it sounded like a scean from braveheart ahhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhrarrrrrrrrr and the ching chin sound of metel and iron crashing together
that lasted all night and reoccered every night for the next 5 days......I hid under a table that night with a lot of othe scare white boy's...they were holding on to me so tight saying What was that What was that What was that What was that and we all just knew we weweregoing to die
But i made up my mund that I was not going to die.....I remmebered somthing.I learned in the Marine corp..
I tied my shoe strings together looped them though one shoe as a trip wire
Evrey time some-one would get close to the table to assalt one of us i would slipp of my shoe
slide out from under the table and with my pipe and star upwarthrusting and jugging the unssuspecteing assailent
that went I noticed evil who was also fight with me.......he had blood all over his face and hand and so did I..the premonition was revealed to be true
the next morning...it looked looked helter skelter blood all over the walls scalp on the bars.. the water had risen in the teir.. knee level.. we would just piss and shit right where we stood..... bodie under water nad no bubbles coming up...........The big guy's on the teir were making every one work to burst out the windows( it took us all 2 days to punch a air hole though 1 window)
It was over 120 degrees with no air and no drinking water
that was how was spent every day....every night fighting.......day working-slaveng for the big guys
We finally got one window open(day3)- there was nationalgaurd outside in a armored boat
ther was a family floating on a rooftop
we saw a man get sucked into a drainage pipe in front of his family
we screamed at them all.haeeeeeellllpppppppp there fuckeing over us in here but no-one gave a shit.
they had to have been hearing the constant construction work we'd been doing the last few day's any way.......
On the 5th day........the warden came to the door and said o.kk. we'll try to get survivors out today
we didnt belive him and we'd tried to take him hostage.(well they did.my hands are dirty enoughf.gatta draw the line)
that afternoon.......we heard a load bang,,,,,,,swatt team and angola riot squad in full armor,electric shelds,a.r.service rifles.shotgus and hand guns they kicked in the door,and.............flooded the teir screamind .......get the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck on the ground
it was an impressive opperation......they stripped us doiwn naked.......and file us out though the courthouse.....there wereso many deputies shouilder to shoulder on both side all with shotguns all the way too the steps of the court house
and to think not one of these fucks ever came to check on us in there.....and what was this they have air conditioner........
we were introduced to the sherriff.....who told us that we'er to be loaded into air boats and we'd have to swim to the interstate.....he told us that any one who ran would be shot...........We got into air boatss.I asked the boat driver if he thought this storm was worse then cameal..he sai shhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiit we picked up ove 50 bodies between here and the interstate yesterday..the I saw I body pinned againsta razor wire fenc bloated floating smokey grey with leaves and debree all over it...............
thre brouth us to the inter state......we could see the whole city...the appocalipse........smoking buildings downtown......gunfire.people walking with nowhere t0o go.............they still did not feed us for 2 more daqys.we stayed on the interstate until a carevan of transport vehicles came to get us............they took the long rout to hunts penatentury.........
The night mare was not near over.......................we got to hunt's inside a razor wire feild they had a few tent's set up to house thousnads of prissoners from every parish around..............this was to be called tent city...as soon as you entered the gate........or should I sai as soon as you were thrown in........you had to walk this line inmates on both side bent over shapeing shanks.....pipes.and toothebrushes....for hundreds of feet
there was violence and killing everywere...................
any time anyone ran to the gate to get help they were shot
several days latter I was taken to catahoola state pentatintury....where I was LOST IN THE SYSTEM THROWN INTO GENERAL PO. FRO ALMOST A YEAR........YEAR .....A YEAR can I stress again I was arrested for a misdomeanor and a probation hold
when I finally retuned to new orleans to stand triall I saw a re-electio ad compain for sherriff marlyn gusman
it went like this....................
MARLYN GUSMAN A REAL HERO .HE STAYED BEHINND DURRING KATRINA HOUSING THOUSANDS OF DANGEROUS CRIMINALS
WITH OUT THE LOSS OF A SINGLE LIFE..............
what the fuck is that shit .....what did they do with the bodies I want to know I'll tell the worls
what have they done with those bodie
the families deserve an answer I
i my die for reveiling this.............but the truth must be told......bet you never see this on T.V.
this shit is wack................all they mention is the superdome........what about the victumes of C-4 in the old parrish prission
I described her ...he even seemed amazed.........I told him she was on the street's.and she had two cat's in a backpack
The Passenger:
Angel’s flying to close to the ground
And the Brown Bible placed by the Guidians
It was that person who appeared at just the right time, think back to a time when things just seemed so hopeless. It was a friendly face, with a soothing word.
In this small world you’ve seen them since.
They often hide their secret wings………..
But it was something they said……. that ascending thought
It was not a thought like your own
Yet it burns in your mind…………still
I came to New Orleans with a bag on my back and a small amount of money that the Marine Corp. had put into a small account for me during my training at Parris Island.
Mt father warned me of the dangers of country mouse in the big city. He said,” They’ll see you coming.”
This city was for the criminal type. There was voodoo in the orah of these mean streets.
On the night of my arrival, I had no clue, as to which way to go. Where to live? Where to get a job? Or even who to trust? I followed stranger’s directions to Jackson Square at Decatur Street. The first thing I noticed was the pantomimes. Then I tried mingling with the street kids that called themselves, Gutter punks. I was invited to a place called a squat. but that didn’t appeal to me a the time, The idea of sleeping with a bunch of runaways on serious drugs, under a bridge. They each had names like Piolot, Saraphim, Frost, and Dragon. One of them looked at the tattoo on my right arm, from the Marine corp., He called me Passenger. That is who I was to become know and.
This was also an appropriate name considering the present circumstance.
As it was getting dark, I noticed a man that was wearing a white robe and was barefooted. He was very unique compared to all the others here. In fact, he very much resembled an image a Christ. He was standing alone as I approach from a distance. He had this strange sort of telepathy that seemed to be crying out; Lord they know not what they do... I tried to hide my face from him, as I walked closer, but, he saw me coming.
However he didn’t stop anyone else that past, or even speak a word to them. He put up a powerful invisible blockade in front of me. The he said,”oh I see you made it here; we would have expected you sooner”. I said” how are you doing and” a conversation begin between us. I could tell that this man had a mission, but so did I. I had so much on my mind however the things that he said were very soothing and put me at ease. I shook his hand and attempted to walk away, but he did not let go of my hand. With his other hand a brown bible placed by the guidians emerged. He said,” you’ll need this However I declined the offer and told him;” my burden is already to large to carry, Ill obtain one latter” He looked disappointed and un-moved as we parted.
Latter that evening a guy named Jeff. He brought me to a small dive bar at the end of Decatur called “the Hideout” He invited me to sleep over on his couch.
Upon arrival I couldn’t help, but, notice all the street kids lying all over the house. The was called the stabbing cabin. It was here that I begin to experiment with new ways of doing drugs. It was here also that I met Tommy know on these vampire streets as Onyx, who latter became my sidekick and roommate. That night however as innocent as I was I found a spot in the corner and fell asleep.
A few days latter I found a job at café D’ Monde
One day as I was caring a try of beneits to my section, I was shocked to see that strange Jesus looking guy from the first day. He was sitting at one of my tables with a group of youths having devotion. They were studying from a brown bible placed by the guidians. We held a brief conversation and that’s the last time I ever saw him again
A few weeks latter a few kids came over to the house to crash of Jeff’s notorios couch... one of them was named Joe and the other was named angel(ironically).The next morning a note had been left on the couch addressed to the passenger….It said………
Someone told us awhile back to give this to the passenger and we figured that MUST BE YOU. It was that same brown bible placed by the guidians. I took the bible and kept it in my back pack for a long time after that.
A few years went by and I was currently waiting to be released after a month long stay in the Orleans parish prison. Soon after I was released I started walking. I didn’t know where I was going to go. I just started walking. I literally walked circles around the city over and over again. Until I came to a hidden road that I’d never noticed before. I started down that road. First I came to a drug clinic, but a sign on the door said closed for the weekend. Then I came to a homeless center. I was greeted by a maintenance man who told me to come back Monday. But I knew my sobriety would never last that long. Then I saw a church. I just knew this was it. However the doors were locked coldly. I broke down on my knees into frenzy. Then I started back down the road in tears.
I came by a small out of place Circular Park around a fountain. There were two old ladies sitting there reading brown bibles placed by the guidians. I tried to hide my tears as I walked by, but, to my surprised they noticed my distress and called me over
When I approached them they asked me what was wrong. I told them I was lost. They said you don’t look lost. Then I told them my story. I said that all I ever wanted is for people to be proud of me.
They each had comforting words. They told me of there sons similar struggles in the past and how Christ helped them to be over-comers. There was something very odd about these two old Africa America ladies though. They were wearing mostly white. They also had a very nostalgic demeanor about them as if they were not from this age. We prayed together. As we parted they said” we would have expected you sooner. Then one of them reached behind her back and handed me that bible placed by the guidians.
I had to look at it twice. I accepted the bible and went my way feeling my comfortable then before.
After a short walk I found a strange starfish shaped crystal ball. I picked it up and saw my self in a stage kaleidoscopic reflection. I carried it along with me
I came to the Salvation Army. I stood outside across the street meditating and contemplating my next move. I was staring at the inhabitants of the center who were eating in the lower level cafeteria though a pain glass widow for about 30 min. I said to myself this must be it and I proceeded across the road. When I got to the door of the cafeteria a man came to unlock the door with a smile on his face. I let go of my pants with my hand that had been holding up my pants to reach for the handled of the door.
Suddenly, with a large amount of people watching in anticipation, my paints fell to my feet. I had been giving those paints without a belt when I left jail because when I went to jail I was in pajama bottoms. Everyone put there hand over there mouths in disbelief and the man quickly shut the door. He must have thought I was some flasher, especially since I’d been starring at them for so long. I left my new crystal ball at the door and told myself that I’d be back. But I never retuned there.
It wasn’t long before I found myself in jail again. At this time I was in the receiving tier. I’d lost my brown bible awhile back. It was terrible in there especially if you are a white boy. I stayed to myself in a cell that was littered with tooth-paste graffiti of the local gangs and wards. A few days went by and a man rolled in one night. He came to my door and asked if he could bunk here. There was something different about him though. He referred to me as Passenger. He told me that he would be fasting for the next few days and he asked me to join him. He told me that during the fast that I would experience spiritual signs. He reached behind his back and pulled out a brown bible placed by the guidians. I already knew this to be a sign. He said he just happened to have it when he was arrested but I knew better. He was no ordinary man and this was no ordinary book.
We scrubbed all the obscene graffiti off of the walls. However there was one such icon that wouldn’t come off easily. It was a dark Smokey looking picture of a demon with the name Dragon king with glowing red eyes and it was located right above my bed. It had a tribal looking crown on his head. This demon would latter show himself in my life in person and in force. I scrubbed it off with struggle. Now that the cell had been cleansed I begin to write scripture from the brown bible on the walls were the graffiti had been. It still existed the next time I came to jail 4 month’s latter but the strange thing was that the demon on the ceiling had returned also.
The day came for my cell-mate to roll out. As he headed for the door I said “hey you never told me your name and he said Jabreil it’s Jabreil. I was alone for a few more days until I was transferred upstairs
When I first entered my new tier I noticed a man turned facing the wall with the back of his head facing me. I first thought him to be jabrel , because from behind his resembled him perfectly. However when he turned around his face was a bit different.
However, he did recognize me somehow. He said we would have expected you sooner.
That night we had a small bible study. They called my new friend Rev. because he would go to the shower’s and sing praises and glory halleluiah’s to the wall with his face to the wall. We could always hear him load and clear way out in the tier all day and all night long……….but I believe he intended it that way…..loud and proud. He rebuked the demons in the room and after the study I asked him if he knew anything about demons……..He said, they are very tall shadow like creatures with piercing white endless eyes. He sad that when (not if) I see them ignore them and whatever I do not walk towards them. He said that when a demon leaves the body your neck will stretch out long because the demon is franticly search for a new dweling, but he will retune someday with 7 brothers. He told me to get some sleep because I’d be rolling out tomorrow’s don’t know how he could have possibly known that because I still had pending charges. The next morning I woke up to the sound of a guard turning the keys and calling my name to roll out ……the charges were dropped that morning I looked for my new friend to ask him how he knew……yet know body seemed to know who I was talking about.
I was back on the streets again. I found my self back on Jackson square. There was a lady there reading tarot cards. They called her lady six. She was an older lady yet I couldn’t help but be drawn to her somehow. My friend onyx grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around an said don’t look at her man she’s a succubus…I looked back at her again and where I’d seen a rather attractive women I now saw a old lady in rags. Later that night I saw her at a dance club called the shim sham. She was somehow dancing gracefully across the dance floor. There was a haze in the room. It seemed as if we just become alone. She looked so young. She almost seemed to float as she made her way over to the bar towards me. Without one word being spoken between us she breathed a strange word in my ear and the bit me on the neck while snatching a medallion off of my neck that I had worn for years because I could see my reflection in it …..It had given me much strength in needy times …..Sort of look at yourself in the mirror effect... I looked for her for weeks to come but she was nowhere to be found ever again... The tarot card readers told me she’d either taken my medallion to put voodoo on my or to send protection over me……either way I figured she’d done some strange ritual with it and it was certainly aimed at me. I latter found out she moved out to California where she had died from cancer.
Before long I was back out there worse than ever. I started doing things I never thought a man straight man could do. This is why they say drugs are bad. I started dancing in bars. The nights were long and embarrassing and what’s worse is that I actually was getting comfortable doing this for money.
One night several of my regular paying customers took on their true form. This was a strange night ended. The moon outside was an evil crescent orange moon. They came in one after the other and they each tipped me $2 a piece. This was strange because to my knowledge, none of them knew each other, and they all usually tipped better than that. My customers literally covered the bar. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. They all seemed to have a telepathy that said that my blood would be a feast for them if I did not leave the French quarter within the next 2 days when the moon had eclipsed. I now suspected them to be acting out some vampire like ritual. I went over to the pool table to shot a game. There was a strange street kid standing in the corner with a black hood over his head watching. He whisperingly called me over and he told me that these streets are meant to kill you. He said, “one day a kid is everywhere and then the next day he will be nowhere to be found and no-one seems to know what happened to him, because most street people are either always going to jail or going back out of town when the going get’s tough. After all this is a transient city. He said that you really have to have what it takes out here. I did have an ante rage of mophioso-like friends so I felt safe out here. However I thought about what he had said and I realized that what he said did bear some truth because many of my friends had vanished over time and come to think about it I did remember seeing on the news not long ago that several bodies of local street kids had been turning up in neighboring towns around New Orleans and they fit my profile to a tee.
When I left the bar that night I was knocked out with a brick, by several guys from one of the rival clicks. I was robbed for $1200 that I had saved-up to get a place of my own. What’s worse is that they had taken my I.D. that I would need to continue at my job and without it how was I ever to get a new job. I somehow dragged myself off of the ground unconsciously in a blood-trail into one of my familiar after work bar rooms. When I entered the bar all I remember is standing at the door saying what happened. As everyone in there saw me holding my blood soaked head and they were all screaming. Then I hit the ground again.
I woke up 2 days that morning latter on the bar tenders couch at his house. I had been in a concussion. I did not know what I was going to do but I left his house desperate for a fix hoping to bump in to one of my customer’s that would have some sympathy on me and give me some money. Instead I met a strange man named John Drake. He gave me a card with a picture of him standing in a bell tower with addressed him as a voodoo priest. He gave me some strange coins and told me to spend them wisely. He then told me that if
I was still around latter tonight that he would be able to help me more. Then he just vanished into the shadow as I was observing the strangeness of these coins. It was if he’d given me the money just so I’d stick around till latter that night. That’s when I remembered the premonition about the 2 day’s and this was 2 days latter now. .
I walked around a little longer until I met a friend of mine at the club called the Voodoo. next to the ninth circle(Dante) bar on the old ramparts street that used to be a slave market. He asked me to take a ride with him out to the used bookstore in the old maraney district. When we got there I noticed a stack of book in the back of the store. I searched through the stack of dusty books until one particular book jumped out at me,
It was that brown bible placed by the guidians. I bought it with one of the silver dollars that the strange man had given to me earlier. After we left I asked him to drive around for awhile so that I could get my head together, so we drove in circles around the marine. Then it started to rain hard. A terrible feeling came over me. He was talking but his words were not his-own. He was telling me that. I’ve got you know, you’ve just dead and this is hell come to earth. I looked down at the clock and it had seemed to stop. The whole world was at a stand still. Nothing was moving but me and he and I knew that my 2 days were almost up. I wondered what I had missed. Had we had a wreck in the rain……was I really dead?
We were approaching a railroad crossing. I was white knocking my bible. At that moment I looked up at the very to of an old abandoned train house building. At a high that I figured know one would climb too and on it was spray-painted a very small black cross. I knew this was my sign. The Brown bible in my hand was burning hot. I immediately said STOP THE CAR. When I jumped out of the car I look ahead up the street to the railroad crossing the the cross lights were blinking from green to yellow and then they blacked out as if the power had shut down. The railroad was blind-spotted to on coming traffic by two ole train houses, where on coming traffic would depend on the light to know if a train was coming an the light was out and I head a train coming. I knew this was the hand of the devil because id we would have proceeded on to our coarse we would have been killed. But wait the were outer cars coming now. They don’t know, I thought...Oh my God those innocent people don’t know. I stood in the middle of the road and blocked traffic while people were yelling at me to move from there car windows. Just then a red and black iron roaring train came screaming by. I looked up to thank God and the black cross was now gone. The world seemed to be back to normal and the sun came back out for an encore just before the night came.
We retuned back to the ramparts and I reflected back to the 2 day premonition and I started walking without direction away from the French quarter. I came through the hood when I noticed an old lady sitting on her porch. I asked he5r for some spare change for a bite to eat, but she must have known I really just wanted money to get loaded. She said “I have no money but let me see if I can go get you something to eat” wait here for a moment “she said as she walked around down the side alley of the house toward the back yard.
When she returned, she was not alone. There with her were suddenly were about 30 men of all ages. They made a circle around my before I could react. The old lady said” we would have expected you sooner” They all started praying in tongues and I was frozen in a state of shock. I was having hot flashes. My knees buckled under me as a man put on leather gloves as if to apprehend me like a cop. Then another person came up behind me and laid his hands on me and prayed. Then I fainted. When I came too,
They told me that I was at the Mary Magdalene house of recovery. They started telling me stories of how they were once all just like me. Blinded but now they see, I couldn’t believe the irony of this. How I had stumbled upon a small house in the ghetto and it had turned out to be a re-hab that just also happened to be a Christ center. They told me they were just heading out to church when I came by and they invited me to come along. I declined and told them I’d be back tomorrow because I had some business to take care of first, but I think they knew the real reason
I started walking down the street with my eyes closed. Then I was rushed by a mighty wind into a trance like vision. In the vision I was right here and right now. This was a vision of now. In the vision I was walking along when I stepped into a small ankle deep hole. I fell to the ground and as the hole grew larger and larger sucking me under little by little like quick sand until I was trapped in an abyss. Then I opened my eyes and snapped out of it an I heard the voice of what I took to be God saying “If you ever walk away from me again I will pull you under” Then it was if it had never happened and I was standing at the gates of an Old weed covered cathedral and a hidden from the street courtyard surrounded by live oaks and willows.
I entered the courtyard and inside was this entire ancient looking mold covers statues of angels and saints. I walked over to a statue of Mother Mary and it shed down a bronze colored tear. I prayed for forgiveness at her feet. As I looked up I noticed that all of the statues of the angels were pointing toward one direction. That’s the direction I walked when I exited the gate.
It began to rain again and I found my way to a familiar drug house. The guys inside hipped me to the idea that the neighbors had some power tools in their back-yard and if I would climb over the fence to steal them that we could all make some money and that they already had a buyer waiting. I went and hit the lick and returned with a trimmed and a weed eater. One of the guys and me went walking down the road in the rain with an umbrella a stolen trimmer and a weed eater seemingly flying prideful like a guiding flag. I was the first to notice the police curser that had just passed us and was now turning around. I tried to stop him but he walked right into them. Off to jail again…….
The Rev. was here again also. This time however he had a huge jailhouse ministry. People came from all around on our days on the yard to hear him preach. He would sing out-load “Halleluiah…..all glory to ya… In the name of Immanuel…honor and glory…. in the name of Jesus……. father I love you” in a beautiful angelic hymn. Then one night came and he prayed out-load for his own release. The next morning came and he was released. As he was leaving I asked him what he did to get put in here and he said he just came to do Gods will. Then he gave me that Brown bible placed by the guidians and asked me to take over the bible study. I knew that this meant that I would have to also host the morning devotion and bless the food at chow. The last thing he did before he left the dorm is address the inmates pointing over to my saying “this man is anointed by God, let no harm come to Gods chosen servant” Nervous as I was I did my job for the next few weeks. Then one night I prayed for my release. The next morning the charges were dropped and I was free again.
I went strait to the bartender’s house that had helped me before. As I was knocking on his door a neighbor came over and asked me who I was looking for. I said Michel. He then told me that Michel is dead. That they had found him this morning. They suspected suicide. I used this a an excuse to relapse again
Then I walked to the garden district where Anne rice and Trent razor live. There was the opportunity of a horse of a different color out here…….rich people…..and that meant $$$$ I started robbing cars that were unlocked for spare change or anything that I could find. I would rip a run and rip and run. Before I knew it I’d been coming out here for weeks. I would walk until I couldn’t walk any more for days at time and I would only stop when I couldn’t go any longer and the I would find the nearest house to crawl under to hide and go to sleep.
One night when I was out robbing I came to a car that was tented with a very dark window. I couldn’t see what was in it but I could see my reflection very well. I saw myself dressed in all black wearing a toboggan. With a backpack full of burglary tools. I looked down at my reflection for a-while. Then I looked down at my feet and I noticed that I was standing on a spay-painted neighborhood watch sign. And in the sign was a demonic looking bugurlar depicted wearing all black with endless white diamond shaped eyes and wearing a sinister black hat. Like the spy-spy cartoon and also the loge for the entrance to the hideout bar that I had gone to when I first came to New Orleans. I looked at the sign and then I looked at my own reflection in the car window then I looked down and then up again. The man in the painting was me. I was the neighborhood prowler. What had I become, I thought to myself? How have I gotten away with this for so long? Somebody has to have put 2 and 2 together by now. Seeing me around somebody is bound to have called the cops. I considered myself lucky and I left the garden district for good.
I started walking up Louisiana Street toward Mid-city. I came to an old church with a bell tower. It was the same tower that I remembered from the business card of the voodoo priest John Drake. I stopped to stare at it for to long…….There it (he) was. Perched like an eagle waiting patiently for his pray. Like a gargoyle. It was the demon I remembered depicted above my bed each time I went to jail. (See photo #13 in pics)
I ran as I could all the way across town to mid-city. I ran into a back yard to catch my breath. There where I thought was a brush of bushes was a motion. Then I realized that those were not bushes at all. It stood up with red glowing eyes and spread its wings. This thing was huge. Very muscular……..with horns that seemed to curl down under his chin. I ran for my life until I came to st. Louis cemetery’s I looked back there he was standing there like a tall dark shadow with a statue of liberty like crown that also resembled a feather war-hat of some ancient Indian war chief. Around him was a legion of demons. Some of them( who I would latter call strong men) were wearing French looking napoleon style hats and they were also very tall and other’s were ware jester looking hats that you see at mardie-gras with sad faces an they were flying around and were very small. There leader, who I would latter call Legion, was carrying a red crystal ball black staff and this staff also had two horns (see#77photo in pics). They all seemed to be waving for me to come over to them. I thought back to when I was told to ignore them.
I ran into the st. Louis cemetery, It didn’t take long before the sprits here begin to peep there heads up though the ground. One by one. They all stared at me like curious frightened cats that didn’t seem to know that they were dead. It was if they would not move or run unless I moved first. I though this must be why the Egyptians honored cats.
Truly I was walking a line between the living and the dead. I fell asleep in the cemetery that night.
The next morning I went walking around mid city bumming change at the street car line. Then I went walking through the neighborhoods……just for the sake of walking. I was determined to turn over a new leaf. I had noticed a strange man who was walking around also. Every street I turned down he seemed to be just over on the next block.
Finally after I walked down a dead end street and was walking back out of it we collided. I couldn’t avoid him now. He said that he was house shopping and he asked me if I could show him if any houses were available. We walked around for a bit till I popped the question. Do you have any spare change for a little food? He said, no but if you come with me we could take care of that problem. I followed him over a few streets to a big new church. We walked into a kitchen and he gave me some food. He asked if he could pray for me and I said yes. His started praying in tongues. When he was finished he asked me if I had ever prayed in tongues and said no. He said just let your tongue click. So I tried it but it sounded forced and I don’t think it was the holly spirit at that time. He then took me thru the sanctuary into a small office. On the wall, I was surprised to see was a picture of him dressed in robe. I asked are you the……he stopped me……the preacher he said….Yes I am .Then he reached into his desk and pulled out that brown bible placed by the guidians. I opened it up and there staring me in the face was the page I had folded down the last time I had read it.
Imagine now if you will music playing
The Rollings Stones cover of the old blues song
Please don’t go to New Orleans\
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO=O
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO---YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU SO
BABY PLEASE DON’T GO
The Animals: House of the Riseing Sun
THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS
THEY CALL THE RISSING SUN
AND IT’S BEEN THE RUINS OF MANY A POOR BOY
AND GOD I KNOW I’M ONE
I latter realized my demons were real
When looking at the mardi-gras I saw the king of marti gras of the zulu parade
He was wereing that same crown and hie name is Rex
Every one is wearin those little jestor hats
And I have a feeling real demons are mixed in the crowd behind some of those masks
I latter suffered threw Katrina (purification) and was left for dead in the Orleans Parrish prison for dead (see my post in various tribes Gaia, conspiracy,)
And what about that brown bible placed by the GUARDIANS
Got it right here beside me right now
They often hide their secret wings………..
But it was something they said……. that ascending thought
It was not a thought like your own
Yet it burns in your mind…………still
the passenger
iggy pop
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Yeah man this is the 4th year in a row ....That me and my girlfriend have been appart fro V-day
we been together 5 years......]
1st year together.....v-day was days after we got together....it was nice
2nd year....We were fighting and she had thrown me out on the streets becouse of drugs
3rd year.....same thing again
4th year...prission
5th year......I'm here in Florida at home on probatio...and she is in Baton Rouge
This is a reacuring theme......
my first long term relationship wasn't much better
I lost her on V-day....
I had gone out West on a wim and left her to even though she probably would have wanted to go
We i got back into town for a surprize visit(on V-Day)
My best friends car was in the parking lot.....
He was the one I would call to spy on her...and he would always say "man I think she's cheating on you "
And when i would ask her about him she wouldn't stop talking about his new car
I shoud have known...
So here i was looking at his new car in her parking lot.....
so I busted out his tailights with my fist....
then i felt bad about it a stuffed $50 in each hole
Then i drive off.....
But then i got mad again...so I turned back around....
as i was traveling the long dark country road back to her house...I passsed one car...
i looked in my rearview...and the taillights were white ..were they should have been red...
I knew it was him and he knew it was me'
I u-turned and so did he...we were now in a chicken match....
We both swirved at the same time
I jumpered out of my car with a tireknocker...and ran over to his window..and put it in his face and said "what are you doing with me B****
he then reached out his window and punched me in the mouth...a dn then he sped off back towwards her house
I jumped back in my car and pusued him
His pulled over his car and he was standin in the middle of the road with a baseball bat....
I swived right beside him and slammed on the brakes...
He then busted out ever singe one of the windows in my jeep cherokee before i could even get out
I had grass all in my eyes and in my skin...
I chased him down thre road and ran him in the ditch a few times but he got away bacouse i was holding my winshield in my lap and i couldn't see...
I went back to her house....and she came outside and saw my car and said
" Awe , he did that for me"
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BIRDMAN - tribe.net:
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Subliminal Messages and Propaganda - tribe.net:
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PROPHETS and VISSIONARIES... WE ARE... - tribe.net:
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The Prophecy of Magog - tribe.net:
http://tribes.tribe.net/d64e82b0-72ef-4c72-b5e7-299383c1d4e0
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