Eldohar revisited:

“Better to live in a desert, than with a quarrelsome and ill-tempered woman. ” ~Proverbs 21:19

A dozen children I have fathered;

  and until now they'd find me

trying to teach them, show what mattered,

  yet, not so very kind, me.

Their feet have grown which once had pattered ––

  no more this yoke need bind me

to such a witch who'd used me, battered,

  and with her spells did blind me.

My heart's been pierced, my blood's been splattered,

  my bones the pestle grind, me;

tho' life's fabric be torn and tattered,

  I have my God to mind me!

This bridge burned, it's connexion shattered ––

  no more may this watch wind, me.

Cast I these stones I once had gathered;

  I leave the past behind me!

“... a time to cast away stones ...” ~Ecclesiastes 3:5a

Eldohar's after image

Your liege-man I was;

                                 you cut me loose.

As you wish ––––

“I, Eldohar”, a sonnet, had 140 metered beats.

“Eldorar, revisited ” has 128. What was lost, twelve metered beats, could be seen as a Post Scriptum or Epitaph.

but ...

It's more like a negative imprint left after a nuclear bomb.

  “for as the armour yields to dragon's breath ...”

Eldohar is trimmer that negative impression. What's shed, his idolatrous fixation upon a woman, leaves him truer to his God. The holy knight is restored!

“The Lord has done this and it is marvelous in our eyes.” ~Psalm 118:23

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The following excerpts from Shakespeare's Henry V inspire me:

WESTMORELAND.

 Of fighting men they have full three-score thousand.

EXETER.

 There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.

SALISBURY.

 God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

 God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge.

 If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,

 Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,

 My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,

 And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!

BEDFORD.

 Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!

EXETER.

 Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day!

 And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,

 For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour.

[Exit Salisbury.]

BEDFORD.

 He is as full of valour as of kindness,

 Princely in both.

[Enter the King.]

WESTMORELAND.

 O that we now had here

 But one ten thousand of those men in England

 That do no work to-day!

KING.

 What's he that wishes so?

 My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.

 If we are mark'd to die, we are enow

 To do our country loss; and if to live,

 The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

 God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

 ...

 No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.

 God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour

 As one man more, methinks, would share from me

 For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

 Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

 That he which hath no stomach to this fight,

 Let him depart. His passport shall be made,

 And crowns for convoy put into his purse.

 We would not die in that man's company

 That fears his fellowship to die with us.

 This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.

 He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

 Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,

 And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

 He that shall live this day, and see old age,

 Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

 And say, "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."

 Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

 And say, "These wounds I had on Crispian's day."

 Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

 But he'll remember with advantages

 What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

 Familiar in his mouth as household words,

 Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter,

 Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,

 Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.

 This story shall the good man teach his son;

 And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

 From this day to the ending of the world,

 But we in it shall be remembered,

 We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

 For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

 Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,

 This day shall gentle his condition;

 And gentlemen in England now a-bed

 Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,

 And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

 That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

[Re-enter Salisbury.]

SALISBURY.

 My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.

 The French are bravely in their battles set,

 And will with all expedience charge on us.

KING HENRY.

 All things are ready, if our minds be so.

WESTMORELAND.

 Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

KING HENRY.

 Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?

WESTMORELAND.

 God's will! my liege, would you and I alone,

 Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

KING HENRY.

 Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men,

 Which likes me better than to wish us one.

 You know your places. God be with you all!

[Tucket. Enter Montjoy.]

MONTJOY.

 Once more I come to know of thee, King Henry,

 If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,

 Before thy most assured overthrow;

 For certainly thou art so near the gulf,

 Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,

 The Constable desires thee thou wilt mind

 Thy followers of repentance; that their souls

 May make a peaceful and a sweet retire

 From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies

 Must lie and fester.

KING HENRY.

 Who hath sent thee now?

MONTJOY.

 The Constable of France.

KING HENRY.

 I pray thee, bear my former answer back:

 Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.

 Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus?

 The man that once did sell the lion's skin

 While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.

 A many of our bodies shall no doubt

 Find native graves, upon the which, I trust,

 Shall witness live in brass of this day's work;

 And those that leave their valiant bones in France,

 Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,

 They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them,

 And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;

 Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,

 The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.

 Mark then abounding valour in our English,

 That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,

 Break out into a second course of mischief,

 Killing in relapse of mortality.

 Let me speak proudly: tell the Constable

 We are but warriors for the working-day.

 Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd

 With rainy marching in the painful field;

 There's not a piece of feather in our host—

 Good argument, I hope, we will not fly—

 And time hath worn us into slovenry;

 But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;

 And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night

 They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck

 The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads

 And turn them out of service. If they do this—

 As, if God please, they shall,—my ransom then

 Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour.

 Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald.

 They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;

 Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,

 Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.

MONTJOY.

 I shall, King Henry. And so fare thee well;

 Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

[Exit.]

KING HENRY.

 I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.

[Enter York.]

YORK.

 My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg

 The leading of the vaward.

KING HENRY.

 Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away;

 And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

[Exeunt.]

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GOWER.

 Here comes his Majesty.

[Alarum. Enter King Henry and [forces; Warwick, Gloucester,

 Exeter, with prisoners. Flourish.]

KING HENRY.

 I was not angry since I came to France

 Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald;

 Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill.

 If they will fight with us, bid them come down,

 Or void the field; they do offend our sight.

 If they'll do neither, we will come to them,

 And make them skirr away, as swift as stones

 Enforced from the old Assyrian slings.

 Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,

 And not a man of them that we shall take

 Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.

[Enter Montjoy.]

EXETER.

 Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.

GLOUCESTER.

 His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.

KING HENRY.

 How now! what means this, herald? Know'st thou not

 That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom?

 Com'st thou again for ransom?

MONTJOY.

 No, great King;

 I come to thee for charitable license,

 That we may wander o'er this bloody field

 To book our dead, and then to bury them;

 To sort our nobles from our common men.

 For many of our princes—woe the while!—

 Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;

 So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs

 In blood of princes; and their wounded steeds

 Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage

 Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,

 Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great King,

 To view the field in safety, and dispose

 Of their dead bodies!

KING HENRY.

 I tell thee truly, herald,

 I know not if the day be ours or no;

 For yet a many of your horsemen peer

 And gallop o'er the field.

MONTJOY.

 The day is yours.

KING HENRY.

 Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!

 What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?

MONTJOY.

 They call it Agincourt.

KING HENRY.

 Then call we this the field of Agincourt,

 Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

FLUELLEN.

 Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your

 Majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack Prince of

 Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave

 pattle here in France.

KING HENRY.

 They did, Fluellen.

FLUELLEN. Your Majesty says very true. If your Majesties is rememb'red of it, the Welshmen did good service in garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your Majesty know, to this hour is an honourable badge of the service; and I do believe your Majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

KING HENRY.

 I wear it for a memorable honour;

 For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

FLUELLEN. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that. Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases His grace, and His majesty too!

KING HENRY.

 Thanks, good my countryman.

FLUELLEN.

 By Jeshu, I am your Majesty's countryman, I care not who know it.

 I will confess it to all the 'orld. I need not be asham'd of your

 Majesty, praised be God, so long as your Majesty is an honest man.

KING HENRY.

 God keep me so!

Our heralds go with him;

 Bring me just notice of the numbers dead

 On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.

[Exeunt Heralds with Montjoy.]

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[Enter [an English] Herald.]

KING HENRY.

 Now, herald, are the dead numb'red?

HERALD.

 Here is the number of the slaught'red French.

KING HENRY.

 What prisoners of good sort are taken, uncle?

EXETER.

 Charles Duke of Orleans, nephew to the King;

 John Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:

 Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,

 Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

KING HENRY.

 This note doth tell me of ten thousand French

 That in the field lie slain; of princes, in this number,

 And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead

 One hundred twenty-six; added to these,

 Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,

 Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,

 Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights;

 So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,

 There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;

 The rest are princes, barons, lords, knights, squires,

 And gentlemen of blood and quality.

 The names of those their nobles that lie dead:

 Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France;

 Jacques of Chatillon, Admiral of France;

 The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;

 Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin,

 John Duke of Alencon, Anthony Duke of Brabant,

 The brother to the Duke of Burgundy,

 And Edward Duke of Bar; of lusty earls,

 Grandpre and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,

 Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.

 Here was a royal fellowship of death!

 Where is the number of our English dead?

[Herald shows him another paper.]

Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,

 Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire;

 None else of name; and of all other men

 But five and twenty.—O God, thy arm was here;

 And not to us, but to thy arm alone,

 Ascribe we all! When, without stratagem,

 But in plain shock and even play of battle,

 Was ever known so great and little loss

 On one part and on the other? Take it, God,

 For it is none but thine!

 EXETER.

 'Tis wonderful!

 KING HENRY.

 Come, go we in procession to the village;

 And be it death proclaimed through our host

 To boast of this or take that praise from God

 Which is His only.

FLUELLEN. Is it not lawful, an please your Majesty, to tell how many is kill'd?

KING HENRY.

 Yes, Captain; but with this acknowledgment,

 That God fought for us.

FLUELLEN.

 Yes, my conscience, He did us great good.

KING HENRY.

 Do we all holy rites.

 Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum,

 The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,

 And then to Calais; and to England then,

 Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

[Exeunt.]>

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I predicted at the end of 2020 that 2021 would be The Year of The Plan and at the end of 2021 that 2022 would be The Year of False Hope And Inner Light.  At the end of 2022 I predicted that 2023 would be the Year of The Chicken Coupe, The Year of World War Three, and The Year of The Disengaged Gardener.  Having been more disengaged myself, I had to go searching for my old standby podcastors who I hadn't been listening to much anymore but who also play the prediction game to see what they had predicted.  

Owen Benjamin predicted 2023 as the Year of The Harvest and also The Year of The Bear.  His young boy predicted 2023 as The Year of The Coolness.  While speaking with Chris Gardner, Owen added to his prediction that 2023 would also be The Year of Discernment. I like that.

I checked out Paul Romano's Pockets of the Future channel and saw that he didn't really want to predict anything for this year.  He'd been doing it since 2018.  He was tired of it.  So he predicted 2023 as The Year of The Fuck It.  

I am now amalgamating these ideas and mulling them over in my mind... and calling this year:

2023 Is The Year Of Disengagement

There is a time for everything,

    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,

    a time to plant and a time to uproot,

    a time to kill and a time to heal,

    a time to tear down and a time to build,

    a time to weep and a time to laugh,

    a time to mourn and a time to dance,

    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

    a time to search and a time to give up,

    a time to keep and a time to throw away,

    a time to tear and a time to mend,

    a time to be silent and a time to speak,

    a time to love and a time to hate,

    a time for war and a time for peace.

2023 CALENDAR

A TIME TO DO AND A TIME TO EDIFY

JAN 16 SCORPIO WANING CRESCENT

JAN 17 SCORPIO WANING CRESCENT

JAN 21 AQUARIUS NEW MOON

A TIME TO BEAR FRUIT AND A TIME TO BE IN SILENCE

FEB 12 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

FEB 13 SCORPIO LAST QUARTER

FEB 20 PISCES NEW MOON

A TIME TO BE IN SOUND AND A TIME TO TWIST

MAR 11 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

MAR 12 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

MAR 21 ARIES NEW MOON

A TIME TO SATURATE AND A TIME TO QUALIFY

APR 07 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS 

APR 08 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

APR 09 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

A TIME TO REGULATE AND A TIME TO PROVE RIGHTEOUS

MAY 05 SCORPIO FULL MOON LUNAR ECLIPSE 

MAY 06 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

A TIME TO PRONOUNCE AND A TIME TO STIR

JUN 01 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

JUN 02 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

A TIME TO OVERSEE AND A TIME TO MIX

JUN 28 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

JUN 29 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

JUN 30 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

A TIME TO NURTURE AND A TIME TO CLASP

JUL 26 SCORPIO FIRST QUARTER

JUL 27 SCORPIO WANING GIBBOUS

A TIME TO LASSO AND A TIME TO TURN

AUG 22 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

AUG 23 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

A TIME TO INFLUENCE AND A TIME TO REMAIN IN THE HEARTH

SEP 18 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

SEP 19 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

SEP 20 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

A TIME TO REACH THE ZENITH AND A TIME TO SCREAM!

OCT 15 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

OCT 16 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

OCT 17 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

A TIME TO BREATH AND A TIME TO GOAD

NOV 12 SCORPIO WAXING CRESCENT

NOV 13 SCORPIO NEW MOON

A TIME TO D0 AND A TIME TO EDIFY

DEC 09 SCORPIO WANING CRESCENT

DEC 10 SCORPIO WANING CRESCENT

A TIME TO BEAR FRUIT AND A TIME TO BE IN SILENCE

JANITOR 004

As soon as its COVID shot was approved by the U.S. FDA, Pfizer hiked the price for the drug by 400%, but at the same time assured the public that the jabs will still be “free” for anyone who wants one.

The convoluted explanation for how 400% more equals “free” was that it would be insurance companies that will be paying the price hike, not consumers. However, the drug giant, which has been boostered by federal funds for the shots, failed to consider that the extra costs will most likely be passed right back to consumers in the form of increases in insurance premiums.

David Mitchell, co-founder of the advocacy group Patients for Affordable Drugs, called the thinking “double talk.” Wells Fargo analyst Mohit Bansal said “the pricing could add around $2.5 billion to $3 billion to Pfizer's annual revenue.”

SOURCE:

Ars Technica November 21, 2022

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AS A SIDE NOTE, YESTERDAY I WENT TO THE AUTO PARTS STORE(S) - two of them - FOR A SIMPLE SOCKET FOR THE TURNING LIGHT OF MY 2000 BUICK.  THIS IS THE SECOND SOCKET OF TWO WHICH FAILED BECAUSE WATER GOT INTO THE WORKS AND RUSTED THE CONNECTIONS FOR THE BULB - WHEN I BOUGHT THE FIRST ONE EARLIER THIS YEAR IT COST ME $12 WHICH I HAPPILY PAID TO SOLVE THE SIGNALING ISSUE OF MY CAR.  NOW THE OTHER ONE HAS FAILED AND BOTH PARTS STORES PRICED IT AT $42.99...

JANITOR 002

My 1988 Corolla needs a new starter and solenoid.  At Advanced Auto they are $158 and $100 with a $44 core return or total cost to me of $214.  Online yesterday I ordered the entire set up shipped for $106 with a $44 core return, or total cost to me of $62.  This is a trend I've noticed with auto parts, having been working on that 1990 BMW 525i.  

Another example: Janitor 001 was at NAPA getting a new fuel pump regulator for his 2000 Volvo S70 and they told him it would be $50.  He told them he could right now go online and get one for $12 shipped.  He showed the NAPA store clerk the online listing on his phone.  The clerk said, "Well, yeah, that's a cheap Chinese part, but ours are NAPA made in America."  Janitor 001 said, "Go get the part and show me."  The clerk retrieved the part and opened the box.  On the part it was clearly labeled, "Made in China."  Janitor 001 said to the salesman he needed to rethink what he knows about his "American Made" parts and figure out why his Chinese parts are so expensive in comparison to online sales, or kiss his store goodbye.

Recently I purchased one of those cheap "Made in China'' universal catalytic converters for $38 online which normally cost $600 from a brick and mortar store.  It shipped from Kansas and was clearly stamped, "Made in America."  ....wut?  I thought this was supposed to be one of those cheap chinese parts???  I can only guess some type of economic warfare and tomfoolery is afoot.  

Prices for auto parts are still waaaay cheaper and reasonable online... perhaps to push the customer online?  NWO 3.0 wants everyone online and in chicken cages.  The CovAIDS scare prepared our minds for the move away from social engagements so that we can all just "live in capsules already."  We are being scared into the cages.  But if 30 million Americans had the ability to feed 10 people, our entire country could laugh and move on from any fear mongerer saying we are all gonna eat bugs.  This is why I am getting chickens: 1) They eat the bugs.  2) I eat the eggs.  3) Fear of me eating bugs laughed at and moved on from, and my example for others set.

JANITOR 061

This was a really good conversation. Lots of follow up gravy for those “truthers” especially butt-hurt over crrows episode 444 and Owens new found relationship with Ye, the artist formerly known as Kanye.  

JANITOR 002

This is a really good interview, and masterfully video edited. I like how Owen brings up the fractal nature of truth, like for example, while farming goats Owen learned about the farming of humans. I think this way of looking at truth, that is it fractal, is a piece of “lost ancient technology” in the sense that it is not taught in our schools. For example, the debate in institutions over history is whether it is linear or cyclical; no one ever asks if history is fractal. And the arguments in institutions right now over truth is whether it is tolerant or intolerant; never do they ask if truth is fractal. I think this viewpoint is more close to what truth is than any other way of looking at it. Let me give you an example of what I mean and how this could be possible…

If truth is fractal then it is both simple and everywhere; it can be reduced to a very simple ONE or it can flower into a very beautiful and all-encompassing INFINITY.

Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell's “Hero’s Journey” is like a very simplified ONE of every adventure a human can take on the earth. If you seek to go on an adventure, there is not a single thing you will do that cannot be found in one of the 17 stages of the hero’s journey. All the hero’s tales and myths and legends that have been passed down to us and that are being written in lives well lived today–these are examples of the beautiful and all-encompassing INFINITE adventures one can take on the earth.

Vox Day’s Male Social Sexual Hierarchy is another example of a very simple ONE of every type of male a male can be while on the earth. You can be an Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Lambda, Sigma, or Omega. There is no other choice of how a man can live as long as that man inhabits skin on the earth. All the vast and varied ways men have chosen to live are the beautiful and all encompassing INFINITE lives a man can live on the earth.

(Also so as not to leave out women, I think a “Female Social Sexual Hegemony” could be written to compliment Vox Day’s Male Hierarchy by imagining the seven types of men Vox Day lists as the seven types of heroes a hero can be and then by imagining the 17 stages of the hero’s journey as the 17 feminine interactions a man has on his adventure, in this way one uncovers the 17 ways a woman can live on the earth. One breakdown of this feminine hegemony could be as follows: On earth a woman can be a 1) beginner, 2) continuer, 3) reacher, 4) holder, 5) influencer, 6) turner, 7) clasper, 8) nurturer, 9) multiplier, 10) overseer, 11) spinner, 12) speaker, 13) judge, 14) regulator, 15) qualifier, 16) saturator, and/or 17) ender.)

The Ten Commandments are also a simple ONE reduction of every gift that can be enjoyed on the earth. If you imagine the Ten Commandments as ten treasure chests containing ten gifts carefully protected for your enjoyment while on the earth and given to every human upon birth, and if after opening all ten of your chests you see that you are twice content with all the contents and can’t even fathom what an eleventh gift box would even contain–at that point you see the fractal nature of truth. All that can be enjoyed on this INFINITELY beautiful earth can be reduced to 10. Those ten gifts, as I see it, are: the gift of 1) a God who is before you, 2) a relationship with God, 3) knowing who God is, 4) rest for body, mind, and soul, 5) authority, 6) life, 7) marriage, 8) property, 9) a good name, and 10) contentment. All the ways we enjoy these gifts are the beautiful and all-encompassing INFINITE ways to live on the earth.

In a similar fashion I think the Skyclock is a fractal map of everything that can be known on the earth. You can’t know anything that is not written in the stars. I think this is why techniques like horoscope readings seem to resonate so much, because the reader is picking from a very short list of what is knowable, as dictated by the stars. The Bible says that “The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pore forth speech, night after night they declare knowledge…” Psalm 19:1-4. The very beautiful and all-encompassing INFINITY of everything we can know has already been written in the stars. They are the the very simple ONE of truth. We just have to connect the dots to see it.

Very simple yet complicated games like Chess, Go, and Mau also make use of the fractal nature of truth. A very simple rule set produces an infinite number of ways to play.

Anyways, those are my thoughts on the fractal nature of truth and what the implications of this viewpoint could be. I deeply appreciate Owen Benjamin for turning my mind on to thinking of truth in this way.

Dear Janitor 1014,

I am building a chicken coop!  I am using an old 1990s Mercedez Benz hood as the roof, so I guess what I'm actually building is a Chicken Coop-Coupe!  

Wood is way too expensive in America so I am building it out of old pallets.  Some I got for free, some for $5 a piece.  Each plank I pull off a pallet is worth $2 from Lowes.  I can get about 10 planks a pallet.  So when I see pallets in alley ways, I see $20 bills just waiting to be picked up by me. Currently my coworker is talking to the maintenance guys at his apartment complex for me about a stack of 16 pallets that have been sitting there at least since my coworker moved in back in May.   They might be free, or up to $5 a piece to get them out of their hair.  To me it is a stack of 16 $20 bills sitting in a parking lot that not a single person has picked up since May. 

We grew up with parents who had a strong disdain for culture and a non-participating spirit.  Dad gardened and Mom canned and sewed.  

It is true of any action of self-reliance that it is a CAPITOL LETTER curse word to the capitalist system that demands all action must first be exchanged for money before they can be consumed as value.  No money ever passed between dad's vegetables and our mouths.  No vampiric system took a cut of usury through an exchange rate using uneven scales of our Dad's labor in the garden and Mom's in the kitchen.  Isn't that a beautiful thing?

We also grew up by day as public elementary school children.  We were raised in two different cultures.  We were bi-cultural children and are still bi-cultural adults (though you in Africa are now working on at least culture number four--if you count your VA-MN-CA cultures as one).  

In our American public elementary school the children loved to compare their sneakers.  Nikes and Reeboks like Coke and Pepsi were always on top.  K-Mart Bobos were the clear losers.  Do you know why children in American public schools love to compare sneakers?  It's a cultural thing that comes from broken families.  New Sneakers are about the most expensive gift a poor single mother can give to a child.  Plus it's what a mom with a shoe-fetish would give to a child.  She doesn't know any better.  The children we grew up with in elementary school would brag about their sneakers and shame us for wearing cheap ones but what they were actually bragging about was their moms.  And when they saw cheap K-Mart J-Stars on our feet, they thought our moms didn't love us.  That's why they poked fun at us because we--in their minds--in their culture--were the weakest links.  We were the lepers of elementary school because our mom didn't dress us up in Nikes!  

But at home, we ate food grown right outside the window where we ate it.  And we had a porch bursting full of bicycles too, didn't we?  That's another thing about our elementary school culture: the status of the bicycle.  Remember how cool it was to have a bicycle and to know how to ride it?  If the elementary school children we grew up with had more dads who could work hard and lead more, then sneakers would no longer be the most valued gift in a home---a new bicycle would be!  We had a dad at home who made sure we had all the bicycles we could handle and he taught us how to handle them. 

What happens to a generation of young boys taught to fetishize shoes like a woman and to never skin their knees on a bicycle?  What happens to the young women of that generation whose God-given nature tells them to follow where a man leads, but all that the men want to do is go to the mall and look for new sneakers?  

One of the most fascinating things about going to prison is leaving it.  Can you imagine leaving a grey steel and concrete box after having been in it for 3 years straight?  There were pole-sitting monks from the middle ages who would sit in boxes atop fire-tower-like poles for years just to see what it would be like to leave such a box after having been in it.  

Mom, Dad, and two friends of mine from MO were there to pick me up when I got out of prison.  Our first stop was a gas station.  I went in and the colors on the snack and candy wrappers were too much for me.  I felt the need for sunglasses to protect my eyes from the potato chip labels.  I literally got dizzy and went back to the car.  It was intense.  Our second stop was a motel room they had rented near the prison for me to shower and clean up in.  It had a bathtub!  I had not used a bathtub in ages and remembered dearly the Pearl-whirlpool-full-size-six-foot-long-hot-tub-bathtub I had installed into my new bathroom in MN after that fire we had while living in a system that allowed via insurance to Humpty Dumpty in reverse.  

That day in that hotel room after leaving prison I took a shower instead of a bath because four people were waiting to take me to breakfast and I was pretty sure I'd have plenty of chances to bathe after that anyways.  Oddly enough, that was my last chance since then to take a bath!  I have never lived in a place with a bathtub since.  I have never been back to a motel room post-prison either since that day--at least not as a guest.  Today I clean bathtubs for a living.  I clean a very beautiful resort on the shore of Table Rock Lake in  Branson MO.  The resort hotel "rooms" are more like "houses" that cost a minimum of $300 a night with luxury bathtubs and walk-in showers in every unit---the four bedroom units rent for $1200 a night, with a three-night stay minimum booking allowed.  You can't even use those tubs without first putting down $3600 dollars.  That's an exchange rate of 180 pallets for access to a bathtub.  Wow!

Leaving prison is so fascinating not for what I was leaving behind, but for what I was entering back into.  I was returning to American Culture.  

The return to American Cheese can be hard to pallet---no pun intended!---what I mean is it can be hard to enjoy the taste of it.  You see it for what it is now. Time has given distance and distance a better view, and that better view of American culture is telling me that maybe it's time to get me some chickens and stop participating with the established "norm" as much as humanly possible---to be more Amish in my way of life---to Romans 12:12 it---to no longer conform to the ways of this world, and to have deep gratitude for my position as a bathtub wiper in Branson, MO instead.

Having gratitude means stepping back from all my worldly fears and hopes and being thankful for what I have.  It means stepping off the unnecessary treadmills of the so-called successful life.  Having gratitude may just mean completely rearranging my worldview.  For example: I now know that God will feed me like he fed Elijah with ravens and Ruth with gleanings.  I didn't know that before.  I used to fear hunger and was a bit bitter that as a low wage earner I cannot go out to eat more often than I do.  Now I know that I can eat fancy food whenever God wants me to.  The other day there was a take out pizza from the second best pizza place in Branson in one of the fridges I cleaned.  It was great!  We regularly find ice cream left in refrigerators we clean (it doesn't travel well on the return trip home).  The pallets I get for cheap (cheep!) or free are also like raven food to me.  God blesses the humble and fills me with gratitude!

Worldly fears are harder for me to give up than worldly hopes.  Who ever really wanted to be an Astronaut anyways?  Fear is a deep emotion.  God tells us to not have fear, but I have a thousand justifications for why the fears I hold onto are the good fears.  But think of all the fears the world is feeling right now.  Think of all the leftover fears from Covid and the new fears of WWIII.  How much of that fear is God-pleasing?  How much is just cultural fear festering like mold on cheese?  How much moldy cheese would you give up if you were afraid it was the last piece of food you would ever have in your hands?  How much moldy cheese would you give up if you saw God's ravens leaving pizza and ice cream everywhere for you to eat?   

I was listening to a podcaster who is a homesteader in Idaho and he was talking about how awesome his wife is.  She makes homemade cheese from the goatmilk he milks every morning.  Most meals they and their four children eat are 98% homegrown (salt and wheat are hard to get without machinery).  In addition to all the work to feed their family, this podcaster's wife also homeschools their four children.  One day he and his wife were watching old reruns of Little House On The Prairie together and she remarked how the women of the 1800s had it easier than her because at least they had a one-room school in their trusted close-knit community to send their children to.  She---even in Idaho---did not.  

That same day a YouTube video popped up via algorithm on my feed about the "unschooling" movement.  This is where kids learn by doing what interests them, not by doing what is dictated by curriculum and standardized tests for them to do.  It can be hard to make the change to something like unschooling because of all the cultural fears attached to it.   Plus all the people who send their kids to schools will think I am giving them a big middle finger--and I would be--every act of self-reliance is that---because all a middle finger really is is a boundary post.  I can be afraid of the people who consider boundary posts to be offensive; I can let them walk all over me again as culture has told me I should (Stockholm Syndrome), or I can not only set up one boundary post, but five, and build fences between them.  But to do so, I first have to stop being afraid of the freedom to do so.  I have to stop being afraid of the cultural shame that comes from acting different from culture.  

I imagine I am a young fruit fly who has burrowed deep into the juicy flesh of a discarded orange, gorging myself on pulp and juices.  I call for my fellow fruit flies up on the rind to come down here with me.  But they are fearfully crying down my burrow hole for me to get my ass back up to the skin and eat my moldy rind like a good fruit fly, and they are scolding me that I should think of all the starving fruit flies in Africa who would love to have moldy rind for dinner!

ANYWAYS,  I was thinking of you in the morning yesterday and in the afternoon Janitor 1006 called and said in passing that you were having cultural adjustment issues adjusting to being OK with poverty in Africa.  So I thought I'd throw a couple pennies into the conversation.  I love being poor.  God blesses the poor.  I see him blessing me more when I am not blinded by all the blinky lights and colorful packaging of the middle class American lifestyle.  I like that.  I am certain you also have experienced gratitude of your own in adjusting to poverty.  And may you experience much much more!  Poverty is stunningly beautiful, is it not? 

God's Peace,

Janitor 002

JANITOR 001

https://springfield.craigslist.org/grd/d/crane-free-chickens/7544062564.html 

JANITOR 002

I watched an opossum walk right up to my chair on the back porch under your deck just now and imagined him climbing a 6 foot fence to investigate chickens, and then I thought of the skunk from last night and how they can sometimes get stuck on the other side of fences, and it got me thinking how animal-tight this coop is gonna have to be.  And there is one very simple solution to all my overthinking on this:  We start small.  

We currently have that metal cage that could comfortably hold two chickens.  Three is too much.  One would be lonely.  We have lots of wood to build on from there. Like, the cage needs an interior floor.  We have a shed.  

I say we get two chickens right now.

My days off are Wed Thur.  I am ready to get chickens.

Please communicate with these people, and let's start with two in a wire cage.  

Dear Janitor 007,

Praying with a praying mantis on my hand and shortly there after you calling to tell me my prayer has been answered reminded me of Gandalf whispering to moths and sending out messages via them.  In some ways it does not just "seem" that way, but it really "is" that way.  God has put us into the most remarkable Creation we could imagine--indeed, it is beyond our imagination how beautiful this Creation is.  

God's Peace,

Janitor 002

JANITOR 116

"Hi Crrow

I am hoping to find peers that can take my experiment and actually converse with me about it instead of getting their panties in a wad.

I have no one to speak to and it’s very frustrating. They have no comprehension or flexibility in thought. I have demonstrated a curve in a field of some sort. There is no physical curve due to erosion. This realm could be in a bowl. There are tons of possibilities. However, unless absolutely willfully ignorant, no one can say there is no proof of a curve because I’ve shown it. Firsthand. No hearsay.

All replicatable.

All you have to say is “no” and I will silently leave the forum, cancel my subscription, and move on with no hard feelings. However, I want you to realize I am actively running experiments all over the United States and am competant and capable, as I have clearly demonstrated.

I am also going to get the distance to the moon and sun. I am going to figure this entire realm out or die trying.

I can’t keep spending my time and energy with/on these people. It’s just negative emotions everywhere. No true support and curiosity. Just criticisms veiled behind feigned intelligence.

Really. I’ll leave without a sound. You can delete all my presence. I just want a community."

Sincerely, 

Janitor 116

JANITOR 002

Dear Janitor 116,

Back in 2015 I accidentally reinvented a piece of “lost” ancient technology called the “Nothing Grinder” because I needed to draw a perfect oval and didn’t have a tool to do it so I invented one that would. Little did I know that device already existed for over 2500 years. This year I accidentally reinvented another piece of “lost” ancient technology also from over 2500 years ago called the “Mind Palace”.

I say “lost” because both the “Nothing Grinder” and the “Mind Palace” were lost to me. I had neither heard of them nor seen them used until I made them and used them for myself. And I was so struck by this second device’s usefulness that I searched Google to see if others had invented it already, or if it was time to get on my own soap box and tell the realm about it, and was pleased to see that others had invented it already–only for a very different purpose. They used the Mind Palace to help them memorize long lists of words and had called it a “Memory Palace”. I was using it to see if the words people spoke matched up to the words spoken by the stars. Psalm 19:1-4 says, “…day after day [the stars] pore forth speech, night after night they declare knowledge…” and I wanted to know if I should be taking these verses more literally. Are we capable of hearing what the stars are designed to speak? Is it impossible for us NOT to hear and be influenced by the words the stars speak? Are we star-mirrors?

Let me explain what a Memory Palace is by quoting Austin Woerner:

A memory palace is a mnemonic device — a technique for memorization — that was widely practiced in the Western World before the invention of the printing press.

A memory palace is not a real building. It is an imaginary structure created in one’s mind for the purpose of storing information. To create a memory palace, one imagines a series of rooms, and in each room one places an image or collection of images that represent the facts or ideas one wishes to remember. To remember these ideas, one imagines oneself walking through the rooms of the palace. Seeing the images in the rooms jogs one’s memory, calling to mind the things one wishes to recall.

The Memory Palace I have come up with contains 24 specific rooms, in order, mapped on top of the ecliptic by dividing each of the 12 zodiac constellations (or houses) into two rooms, and then I labeled the rooms using the 22 Phoenician letters, lining up the letter shapes with the constellation shapes, two letters per constellation, one letter per room, with the rooms of Aquarius remaining silent because the Egyptians considered Aquarius to be the underlying Aether through which all the other constellations moved and lived and had their being, and I also untied the figure-8 knot the sun ties each year in the sky as it passes through the zodiac (as is mapped out in the spoken order of the alphabet), and I further divided these 24 nodes into two groups of 7 and 17 for the 7 Heroes (or 7 planets of the ancients) (or 7 letters out of 22 equaling 3.14), with the remaining 17 positions representing the steps along the Hero’s Journey (as mapped out by Carl Jung), and this mapping matched up with Vox Day’s Social Sexual Heirarchy, suggesting a 17 position female hegemony (or 19 if you use all 26 English Alphabet Letters), which got me thinking: What else might map up with these 24 nodes?

I lined the nodes up with the Ten Commandments and they fit perfectly within the 12 wings divided into 24 rooms, and found the same to be true of the Lord’s Prayer, the 7 days of creation, Psalm 19:1-4, The Hobbit, 1984, Shakespeare, and pretty much all of the Psalms by David (though not so much the Psalms by Korah) and also the book of Isaiah. For a short while I thought I had discovered an underlying framework beneath all human thought, language, and communication, and was driving myself insane looking for confirmation, but what I had actually done was forced my invented and imaginary framework on top of all thought, language, and communication, and found that it fit. Almost too perfectly at times. It blew my brain. It even worked with Pink Floyd. For this reason I declared the device a “World War III Relic That Will Probably Kill You” and named it “The Whicher”, “The Whizzer”, “The Sacred Ashtray”, “The Philosopher’s Tone”, “The Lit Key Sequence” and, “The Prosthetic Overthinker”.

Let me explain how it works.

Once I had the imaginary 24-room Memory Palace in my mind, I could listen to people talk and see if their words walked through the 24 rooms of my Mind Palace or not. They did. I would also take a selection of written text and divide it into 24 sections and placed them in order into each of the ordered rooms. Once in the rooms, I drew analogies of purpose between the words and the rooms they occupied, rooms labeled with a specific portion of a constellation and a specific geometric shape encoded in a specific Phoenician letter–which is a very ancient and specifically ordered list of 22 shapes (or nouns)–which I had verbalized to give them purpose.

For example, the D in Phoenician is the shape of a door, so I verbalized the door by asking, “What do I do with a door?” Answer: I must first go through a door before I can DO anything. So for me, the D represents “doing” because every time I walk through a door, I am either going out to do something or coming back in from doing something. That’s the nature of doors. For this reason, the room I labeled with a D is all about DOING. The G in Phoenician is the shape of a poking stick, or a goad, so I verbalized the goad by asking, “What do I do with a goad?” Answer: I poke things with it. I then asked of the section of words divided into the D-room, “What are you DOING there?” And of the words divided into the G-room, “What are you GOADING there?”

What shocked me then and still does to this day is that my rooms really do seem to line up perfectly with whatever human words I put into them, as long as I put the words into the rooms in the order in which they were spoken, written, or thought. Some words do fit better than others. Some fit backwards. Some upside down. The reason for this is because what I had actually done by reinventing the Memory Palace was I had made use of 24 specifically ordered and very different infinities. Even though these infinities were different and in a specific order, they were still infinities, which is why no matter what words I put into them, they would always match up perfectly to whichever of the 24 unique rooms I put them in. Often synchronistically. Pretty cool, eh?

I bring all this up because your initial letter to Crrow posted in this thread is 23 sentences long so I thought I might as well put your words into my 24-room mind palace, sentence by sentence, and see how it fits and look for the synchronicities between your words and the message of the stars as mapped out by the Phoenician alphabet, allegedly.

Your words, by the way, fit remarkably well.

Let me show you.

These are the 24 rooms of my Memory Palace with your words mapped out in them. In order.

ROOM 01 F FRUIT, CONCIEVE: PISCES

The first room is for the master or teacher and is filled with the the sound of one hand clapping, the sound of a master looking for a student to praise and return praise and to confirm the value of the teacher’s teachings. Does 1 = 1 ? Pisces is two fish in a snare proving each other’s existence.

You said in your first sentence, “I am hoping to find peers that can take my experiment and actually converse with me about it instead of getting their panties in a wad.”

I note that your first sentence which I put into the “FRUIT” room, where teachers are looking for students, has the subject of you looking for “peers” to “converse” with you. You are the sound of one hand clapping. You desire a student/peer. I note that “panties in a wad” is not a bad way of describing Pisces, which is two fish in a snare. 

ROOM 02 E EDIFY, PRAISE: PISCES

The second room is for the students with their hands up in the air, proving the sound of one hand clapping, proving the value of the teacher, and this room is filled with the sound of the two fish of Pisces flapping their tails in a snare. 2 proves the existence of 1.

You said, “I have no one to speak to and it’s very frustrating.”

I note that your second sentence fits nicely in the “EDIFY” room because you have “no one to speak to” and have thus far remained the sound of one hand clapping. You have no students to peer review your work.

ROOM 03 D DO, DOOR: AERIES

The third room is for doing, because no student can learn without doing. With doing comes that light bulb moment in your D-shaped cranium where you first gain insight into a field of study. D is also shaped like the dome of heaven above, the firmament, which is the first thing God built after speaking light upon the waters. In astrology, Aeries the ram is ruled by fire and the assertive Mars and is courageous, impulsive, passionate, expressive, enterprising, and a survivalist. Aries is Prometheus taking fire from the gods. The shape of 3 is the shape of two Ds undergoing fractal reproduction. 3 proves the multiplicity of 1.

You said, “They have no comprehension or flexibility in thought.”

I note that your third sentence in the DOING room is you lamenting that the students in the EDIFY room are all dimwits, lacking fire, having no assertive Aries energy.

ROOM 04 G GOAD, WORRY: ARIES-SPRING EQUINOX

The fourth room is for goading, because learning comes from experiencing challenges. The 4 is shaped like the master’s goad, a sharp pointy stick, and the G is shaped like the twist one uses on the 4 to goad a student. A student can also goad himself by drawing circles in the dirt in order to understand the shadows of our platonic cave, and in this case the 4 is shaped like the “goad” of a feather quill and the G is the shape of the “circles in dirt” one draws with a pen. 4 proves the multiplicity of 2.

You said, “I have demonstrated a curve in a field of some sort.”

I note in your fourth sentence that you claim you can “demonstrate” (aka draw circles in the dirt) the concave curvature of the earth.

ROOM 05 B BREATH, BUILD: TAURUS

The fifth room is for breathing, because the floor in this room is slanted and on the high side stands the teacher with goad in hand, and on the low side there is a pit filled with water. Either you drown in the pit or you face the goad. The B is in the shape of two lungs turned sideways and is the body of Taurus the bull in the sky, who breaths before his two options–be sacrificed by the butcher upon the Gemini altar, or run off and get eaten by Leo the lion. B is shaped like two Ds representing the two options. 5 proves there are more options that 2 x 2.

You said, “There is no physical curve due to erosion.”

I note that in this sentence you are choosing to stand up to the goad; you refuse to be drawn drown into the pit and are willing to defend your position.

ROOM 06 A ASCEND, AAAAH!: TAURUS

The sixth room is for screaming at the moon because that is exactly what one does who is stuck between a rock and a hard place. The letter A is shaped like an up-turned bull’s head with mouth pointed upward as high as it can go. The A is a bull mooing at the moon. This room is full of strong giving energy.

You said, “This realm could be in a bowl.”

I imagine that in this sentence you have put forth your hypotheses; your prayer before the Gemini altar upon which you could be sacrificed. This is your moo at the moon.

ROOM 07 Z ZENITH, ZAP: GEMINI

The seventh room is the zapping room high upon the zenith, where lightning strikes in a bolt of 777 perfect luck proving divine intervention, like when God stopped Abraham from striking Isaac, or like when Melchizedek enters your life right before you are about to abandon an adventure. This zap of divine intervention saves Taurus the bull from both the lions in the wild and the butcher’s blade.

You said, “There are tons of possibilities.”

I imagine in your seventh sentence that you are looking for any possibility among thousands, the needle in the haystack, the stroke of genius, the touch of divine intervention. While there are “tons of possibilities,” you only need the one that works.

ROOM 08 H HEARTH, HOLY HILL: GEMINI

The eighth room is the hearth, the healing room, the pause after a long adventure that will not last but is necessary for the moment, like the moment of Transfiguration in Matthew 17:1-13, or like the infinity of heaven that is still only one moment. It is also the well established and immovable house. The stone hearth that has been there for ages. Dogmatics in religion for example. The H is the shape of a gate which protects, and the 8 is like the cadusis of two snakes protecting a brood of eggs: two is more powerful than one.

You said, “However, unless absolutely willfully ignorant, no one can say there is no proof of a curve because I’ve shown it.”

I imagine in this sentence that you are calling out the experts who are in the established house of room 8. “No one can say…” is you calling out the established way of thinking about this realm.

ROOM 09 I INFLUENCE, DESIRE: CANCER

The ninth room is full of the smell of summer flowers, feelings of desire, and is full of strong receiving energy. The shape of 9 turned 90 degrees to the right looks like a hand with one finger out, beckoning another to come near.

You said, “Firsthand.”

I imagine your “firsthand” statement to be like the beckoning hand of the 9 turned to the right 90 degrees and directed at the experts in the established house of 8, influencing them to come taste and see your new evidence.

ROOM 10 TH TWIST, IDLE, IDOL: CANCER-SUMMER SOLSTICE

The tenth room is for dancing around the maypole, happy and fulfilled by summer, which will not last. Just as the maypole dance whirls the dancers, so the seasons whirl the world. Change is coming because change is inevitable. Enjoy summer while it lasts.

You said, “No hearsay.”

I imagine you not appealing to the crowd around the maypole in room 10 but rather appealing to your own number 9 influence.

ROOM 11 L LASSO, LOVE, LIFE: LEO

The eleventh room has a lasso in it used to hold onto loved ones and loved things. We long to hold onto summer before she is gone for good. It is also the lasso of a landlord helping the needy, and the whip of a tyrant oppressing the needy. In Hollywood archetypes, think of Indiana Jone’s whip, Wonder Woman’s lasso, and Link’s grappling hook. In math the L is the Sum function. 11 is two 1s staring at each other. 1 = 1.

You said, “All replicatable.”

I observe you saying your 1 can be proven with an equal 1. The 1 is “replicateable”.

ROOM 12 C CLASP, HOLD ONTO: LEO

The twelfth room is for clasping and in this room is a mother hen hovering over her eggs while a farmer keeps coming to take them. The K is the shape of an open hand. In math the K is the Subtract function because the open handed K is reaching into the nest to pull out eggs.

You said, “All you have to say is “no” and I will silently leave the forum, cancel my subscription, and move on with no hard feelings.”

I imagine in your twelfth sentence that you are asking the hand to take you, the good egg, from among all the other eggs, but you will move on if the hand does not clutch onto you.

ROOM 13 N NURTURE, DIVIDE: VIRGO-(STAR SPICA)

The thirteenth room is where nurses nurture those who have been divided from society and placed into the infirmary. In math N is the Divide function. The Spica wheat/seed/messiah star is in the hand of Virgo, as if she were Prometheus stealing fire from the gods.

You said, “However, I want you to realize I am actively running experiments all over the United States and am competent and capable, as I have clearly demonstrated.”

In this sentence I imagine you saying, “I don’t want to divide off and go at it alone, but I will if necessary, because I can.”

ROOM 14 M MIRROR, MAGNIFY: VIRGO

The fourteenth room is a room full of funhouse mirrors which magnify and multiply anything put into the room, like the moon’s rays reflected on an undulating sea at night. In math M is the Multiply function. M is the shape of a woman’s legs squatting in childbirth as she is about to multiply herself.

You said, “I am also going to get the distance to the moon and sun.”

In this sentence you are not satisfied to study only one feature of this reality, but will branch off into other “funhouse mirror” directions, like for example, to studying the moon and sun.

ROOM 15 O OVERSEE: LIBRA

The fifteenth room has an overseeing eyes in it. The eyes of parents, governments, and gods.

You said, “I am going to figure this entire realm out or die trying.”

In this realm I see you desiring the same vision of the overseeing eye. You want to know how all of it works.

ROOM 16 S STIR: LIBRA-FALL EQUINOX

The sixteenth room is full of the change-energy that comes with approaching winter. The stirring of cold winds.

You said, “I can’t keep spending my time and energy with/on these people.”

I imagine you in this sentence saying, “If the people won’t change, I will.”

ROOM 17 P PRONOUNCE: SCORPIO

The seventeenth room is all about pronouncements–spoken, written, or otherwise. Signing your name. Speaking your truth. The P is the shape of a mouth with a tongue hanging out, and the tongue is a sharp tool, like the tail of a Scorpion.

You said, “It’s just negative emotions everywhere.”

You are using your tongue in this sentence to snap at everyone else. You also have negative emotions. You are projecting; sort of like a tongue projects from the mouth.

ROOM 18 TS RIGHTEOUS: SCORPIO

The eighteenth room is all about proof in the pudding. The words spoken in room 17 are proven in room 18. It is time to lay your nuts down. Scorpio regulates the genitalia, the seed, the proof in the pudding. The sound of the TS is the sound of two coins clinking together “TSS! TSS!”

You said, “No true support and curiosity.”

You are still caught up on the fact that no students way back in room 2 will talk to you. You have prejudged all of them in your mind to be unrighteous. You’ve bit one gold coin in the bunch and claimed all the coins to be frauds.

ROOM 19 R REGULATE: SAGITARRIUS

The nineteenth room has a head in it that regulates everything under it’s rule and is shaped like the R which is shaped like a silhouette portrait of a head.

You said, “Just criticisms veiled behind feigned intelligence.”

In this room, you can be the king of your own axis mundi, but most people don’t like to be their own king, they’d rather complain about the existing king. You are doing that now. The students of room 2 you despise have become your masters because you can’t get them out of your mind.

ROOM 20 Q QUALIFY: SAGITARRIUS

That which is carefully regulated by the king can also be multiplied. The twentieth room is the Queen’s room for Quality Control. The Queen’s job is to make sure that which is multiplied by the king is also of good quality stock. The Q is the shape of a pregnant womb.

You said, “Really.”

A simple qualifying statement. I imagine this word coming from the mouth of a queen sitting next to her king, qualifying his last statement.

ROOM 21 SS SING, SATURATE: CAPRICORN

The twenty-first room is for singing and saturating, a root cellar full of good foods stored up for winter, and in Phoenician the shape of the SS is two milking breasts–the value of a female goat.

You said, “I’ll leave without a sound.”

There is an interesting synchronicity here in that your sentence is in the “SINGING” room but you are refusing to make a sound. Interesting.

ROOM 22 T TURN: CAPRICORN-WINTER SOLSTICE

The twenty-second room has a male goat in it with an X mark on his side. He is marked for the butcher and will soon become meat. His end is nigh.

You said, “You can delete all my presence.”

Here you are accepting the fate of a male goat with an X mark on his side.

ROOM 23 – SILENCE: AQUARIUS

You said, “I just want a community.”

ROOM 24 — SOUND: AQUARIUS

You said, “Hi Crrow”

Conclusion:

While not every one of your sentences fit perfectly into the rooms of my Memory Palace, I do think it’s pretty wild how many fit so snugly. No shoehorns necessary. Isn’t that interesting?

You found concave earth curvature. Cool. Prove it with more than one paragraph and two thumbnails on Gab. Put together a link or something, or tell us more about it for a very long time in an off topic manner in someone else’s thread about a different topic. Just get it out already. Untwist your own panties, dude.

God’s Peace,

Janitor 002

Comments Section:

JANITOR 002 says...

year/month/day/hour/zodiac/letter/meaning

2022 07 01 0000   LIB   S  STIR 

2022 07 14 1600   LIB   0  OVERSEE

2022 07 28 0800   VER   M  MIX

2022 08 11 0000   VER   N  NURTURE

2022 08 24 1600   LEO   K  CLASP

2022 09 07 0800   LEO   L  LASSO

2022 09 21 0000   CAN  TH  TURN

2022 10 04 1600   CAN   I  INFLUENCE

2022 10 18 0800   GEM   H  HEARTH

2022 11 01 0000   GEM   Z  ZENITH

2022 11 14 1600   TAU   A  AAAAH!

2022 11 28 0800   TAU   B  BREATH

2022 12 12 0000   ARI   G  GOAD

2022 12 25 1600   ARI   D  DO

2023 01 08 0800   PIS   E  EDIFY

GMT-6 BRANSON MISSOURI USA

According to my calculations, Nov 11, 2022 will begin exactly 11 days into the ZENITH of my axis mundi, the height, the Gemini Altar in the sky, the Zion.  The scream (AAAAH!) of the cow before a new gate begins on Nov 14th, my birthday.  

These are the dates of my personal axis mundi from July 2022 to the end of this year, however whatever bits and bobs of this cosmos that come into my experience--including this video--tend to sync up to my axis, as it should work for all other humans, I suspect.  These dates are based on the moon's tropical cycle and a translation of the alphabet by lining up the letter shapes to the shapes of the constellations of the zodiac, two Hebrew letters per constellation, with Aquarius remaining silent, using heart over brain thinking.  All this sounds schizo-phonetic AF, but this schedule of the future has proven to be well calibrated for my life.  Right now, I am in the middle of the TURN.  If you read and understand this, it could line up your axis mundi with mine, and you may end up in the TURN with me. 

God's Peace

JANITOR 10X says...

Almost exactly eight years ago, a month after my wife's death, two angels came to me in a dream. They lifted me up and spoke to me. They did not frighten me. Their voices were so huge that they more than filled the sky, not as an echo, just so huge that I couldn't understand them. I even looked at the sky around us. (Much later, when I saw Ron Wyatt's depiction of the angels on the Ark of the Covenant, I recognized them, though the artwork hardly did them justice.) I asked them their names and the one to the left in front of me showed me a signet ring on his right index finger. I could almost see Hebrew characters but it was so bright, it was like trying to look at the sun and I could not make them out. I couldn't read Hebrew at the time anyway. They smiled at me and a great peace came over me like I'd never felt before.

Please forgive my clumsy description.

Since then I've been searching. I started studying Hebrew, though I know I'll never be able to make out those letters on the ring. I already wrote out a small portion of where I looked before I decided to include this dream; see my previous comment.  I'm still searching and some of what I find is terrible, but the peace they imparted to me sustains me. I keep praying that they'll come back to me and I think they will soon. I'm truly thankful for the great amount of knowledge my searching has led me to, but I feel that this knowledge is like holding two large handfuls of sand while an entire beach of sand is stretching to both horizons.

May His Face shine upon you too. Thank you for your timely message.

JANITOR 002 says...

I am deeply interested in the interpretation of shapes.  I think they are deeper thoughts than thoughts.  You said you saw shapes on an angel's signet ring in a dream and you think the shapes are Hebrew letters.  Are you capable of drawing it out exactly? Even a small bit of it if not the entire sequence of shapes?  Do you remember the shapes you have assumed are letters? You said you think you will never be able to make out the letters.  They might not have been letters, but they were absolutely shapes.  All things are.  I would love to see a drawing of what you remember of it, even the vaguest recollection.  I may be able to interpret your shapes for you, if you can remember even the littlest bit of it.

God's Peace

JANITOR 340 says...

1 day ago

Interesting indeed, watching both your previous video and this one I mean. A channel named 1111, with 7.11k subscribers at the moment I watched and 414 as the comments number. I watched these two videos and of course talking about times of the flood. I couldn't help but to be interested when your speaking about numbers. Since I now use numbers as a sign of telling me things. Those videos reminded me of two dreams I had a few years ago, that I felt were so extremely real and remember to this day. One was a map of the world at that time, showing how it was changed by the rise of water levels. Some months or maybe years after that dream, I had another. A dream of being in this tall building that seemed like a hotel, with my family and another person whose face I couldn't see clearly. Yet I felt like they were my partner for some reason. We were several floors above and outside the window I could see water all around. It was a city and the buildings were all underwater, except for the ones that were tall enough to not be submerged by the rise of said water. Since, I don't doubt the water levels rising in the future. It's just a matter of when for me I think.

JANITOR 002 says...

this is very interesting to me.  Do you remember specifics of how the map changed?

I will attempt an interpretation of your dream.  You were in the "Noah" archetype position of being saved with your family from a flood.  Your dream differs in this significant way, however, from the Genesis story.  In Genesis, there is only one boat that is saved.  All other life dies.  In your dream, you saw many other tall structures whos heads were above the water--no doubt with other human families peaking out the top story windows as your family was in the tower your family was saved in.  

What does this mean?

When God sends realm-wide-flood-like events on this earth, they reveal many solid pillars of faith from disparate lands, and we will all be humbled by our divisive thoughts, which felt that surely those towers would not stand, and yet they did.  Our pride will be humbled yet we will rejoice in seeing we were never alone.  We are not alone.  Others have towers as strong as ours.  That is good news.

JANITOR 919 says...

I have been seeing 11:11 for almost 2 years now.  Ever increasing.  This is the first time I have seen your channel.  So for me, this is a confirmation to me.  I thought 11:11 last year we would be gone but it makes more sense now.  I have learned over the years though that I watch and wait and continue to tell everyone I can of His soon return.

What I DO know is, HE is coming!  And HE is coming quickly.  Thank you for sharing and I pray it will be so.

JANITOR 002 says...

I very much like your response.  Watch and wait. I have learned from watching and waiting that God is greater than any fear I have ever had.  We humans must experience fear only so we can later laugh at it when our fears prove false.  God never has to experience fear in order to laugh at fear.  It is one of his divine attributes that he inherently laughs at all fearful things: see Psalm 2:4 "The one who is seated in heaven laughs. The Lord scoffs at them."

13.66 day periods, half of the 27.32 tropical days of the moon's return to it's position in the zodiac 

GMT-6 BRANSON MISSOURI USA

2022 07 01 0000   S  STIR

2022 07 14 1600   0  OVERSEE

2022 07 28 0800   M  MIX

2022 08 11 0000   N  NURTURE

2022 08 24 1600   K  CLASP

2022 09 07 0800   L  LASSO

2022 09 21 0000  TH  TURN

2022 10 04 1600   I  INFLUENCE

2022 10 18 0800   H  HEARTH

2022 11 01 0000   Z  ZENITH

2022 11 14 1600   A  AAAAH!

2022 11 28 0800   B  BREATH

2022 12 12 0000   G  GOAD

2022 12 25 1600   D  DO

2023 01 08 0800   E  EDIFY

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On 09/27/2022, 20T of 5 2T & 10 1T became 27T from 2 2T & 3 1T.

2T = 04T

2T = 10T

1T = 01T

1T = 02T

1T = 10T

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     27T

It rains more on the weekends. They say it’s from the build up of pollution during our 5 working days, but that’s a lie. It rains more because we humans make it rain with our minds.

Today on a Sunday dated 9/11 it was a rainy day where I live.

At work I said to my coworker, “You know how humans greet themselves by saying, ‘You good?’ and respond by saying, ‘Yeah, I’m good,’ and you know how all human languages are just a pun of what we really want to say, and you know how Jesus spoke the truth even though we are too afraid to believe him, and you know how Jesus and the Bible both say that we are all gods? With all that being said, don’t you think we humans ought to greet another saying, ‘You God?’ and respond by saying, “Yeah, I’m God,” because isn’t that what we all are?

Just then my coworker opened the fridge of the vacation home we were cleaning and preparing for the next vacationer, and he found two sticks of butter in it and asked if I wanted them. Of course I did so I said yes. Not only do I like fat, they also reminded me of the two towers that melted like sticks of butter into nothing 21 years ago on this day. So I put them into my lunch cooler to bring home with me and said laughing, “It looks like everything is turning up butter!”

And then I remembered an old saying:

“Good. Better. Best. May your good be better, and your better best.”

And seeing how I had just punned good with God and butter with better, I said sarcastically to my coworker, “Watch out! Whatever’s next is gonna be something that puns with ‘best’ like… a chest!.. with breasts!… and all the rest!!! We laughed and finished cleaning and moved on to the next vacation home. In the next home we found a bra left in the bedroom we were cleaning up. “Look!” I said, “It really does work! We can call things into reality–just like we can make it rain–even if we don’t know or believe!

Tonight I got the first knock on my front door in the two months since I moved to this new home. I opened the door to see who it was, and it was a whore who wanted to have sex with me. 

About an hour ago the police had shown up across the street and scared up all the rats, and she didn’t know me from Adam, but she had come knocking on my door looking to have sex with whoever was on the other side of it just so she could get away from the sinking ship across the street.

The rest of her was tore up a thousand different ways sadly. I told her I’d give her a ride home and I did. Not because she was tore up but because it was the right thing to do. At exactly 7:11 on 9/11 oh thank heaven!– I dropped off that bad wish I called into the aether, and also learned a powerful lesson at the same time: I will be less sarcastic with my wishes in the future. I don’t want to call into reality anything else I have to immediately return to sender! We do that, as gods. We make things happen that we don’t really want.

We don’t really want rain on the weekends. We just want a rest from all the work. So we call rain into reality to shut down the world to give ourselves an excuse to sleep in on Saturday. Why exactly a whole bunch of gods are tired on their weekends is a whole different matter, but it probably has something to do with our beliefs getting in the way our knowing. We are gods believing we are slaves and living that way to prove it.

Anyways, I bring all this up because you are someone who might find this story fascinating. I don’t know. You might though.

Cheers,

Janitor 002

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UDATE: NOV 24 2022: 

Today is Thanksgiving Day, and Branson is covered by a thick fog and an all day rain.  Temperatures in the 40s, no wind, just a long and peaceful rain.

Seyffarth, Gustavus. The Literary Life of Gustav Seyffarth, An Autobiographical Sketch. New York: E. Steiger & Co. 1886.

Pages 46-59

On Monday August 8 2022 around 6am I was thinking about the connections between the three types of speech (logic, dialectic, and rhetoric) and the game rock-paper-scissors.  I was noting how rhetoric is like the scissors.  

rock paper scissors

 |               |               |

\|/ \|/ \|/

scissors rock paper

logic dialectic rhetoric

 |               |               |

\|/ \|/ \|/

rhetoric logic dialectic

Rhetoric always beats dialectic and for this reason is banned from debate in good sport.  I noted how I do not ban rhetoric from my speech, and for this reason my communication is rash and crude.

A wise man cuts his rhetoric.

While getting ready for work I grabbed my new (to me) second hand insulated canteen to take with me to work but it had a strap [lasso] on it I did not want so I cut it off.  But the first scissors I tried to use broke apart in my hand.  The plastic on my "Fiskars 194580-1017 Back to School Supplies Student Kids Scissors, 7 Inch, Red" scissors had completely warn out around the axial bolt.  So I picked up my "Fiskars 99216935J Pruning Softouch Micro-Tip Snip, Non-Coated Blades, Gray" scissors and completed the job of removing the strap from the canteen.

At work that day I dumped two garbage cans onto the ground by accident and my partner dumped a third.  I was thinking about the canteen.  Was it right or wrong for me to altar it by cutting off it's lasso?  I feared I did the wrong thing.  This is a nonsense fear stuck on a fulcrum because it is neither right nor wrong to cut a canteen's lasso.  It is a free choice.

After work I was wondering what FE Boxer was up to, the man I had sent an alphazodiac to but which came back to me in the mail because he had gone into a psych ward that same week it was delivered, and his postal address was listed as abandoned.  He is out now, but on state prescribed medication that is frying his brain with bipolar-like side effects.  

FE Boxer's first name is Khayree.  He is the one who cries, like a crow, or like the Crrow777, who does the opposite of work, who cuts and cleans like John the Baptist.  I was wondering how the cutter was doing after he'd been cut from YouTube so I went to his Telegram to find out.  

I ate my dinner watching FE Boxer on Telegram. Then BOOOOM!!! the pink lightning began.  My 1988 Toyota Corolla had a broken copper fuse connector from when I hooked up the battery backwards so Janitor 001 and I fixed it by soldering a fuse onto the broken copper connector.  Then the wind picked up and the rains came down, and the lightening darkened to purple.

The power went out. We waited it out for about 90 minutes before I chose to go to sleep.  Before I fell asleep, a 9pm alarm on my phone went off, which I had set two weeks ago for a different purpose and had forgotten about.  At exactly 9pm on the nose the power company also turned our power back on.  

We were talking during the power outage about how cool it was that we had fixed the Corolla just in time, and also had gotten those three large food grade 55 gallon plastic drums and filled with water and hooked up to a pump on a 12v car battery, and how no one else in the neighborhood had any well water with the power out, unless they had a similar off grid setup or a pressurized tank. Earlier that day Janitor 001 told me he had responded to a Criagslist advert for a rental company salesman position that was at the same place we bought those barrels.  My alarm that rang at 9pm was for an experiment 2 weeks back to test those barrels as we were setting them up.

8/8/2022 was a day in the K.  K is a cutting letter and a cutoff letter in the deep dark waters of a cave.  K is cutoff from the rest of the letters except for N who nurtures and who is very close to the K. Opposite the N on the other side of K is the L or the Lasso, who is far up on a mountain compared to the K.  The lasso can use his rope to lift the K out of the water.  Those are the two choices of the K.  Get nurtured by an N, or lifted up by the L.  A third option is to let the waters carry you, like Bilbo in a barrel, to wherever the waters may take you.

We are currently in the 13.75 day period of the M or the Mix.  New Job. New shoes & new pants. Meeting new people and learning the ropes of my new home in Branson.  The N or the Nurture (and also by it's nature the Divide) begins Aug 11 at 6am.  That happens to be when I will be getting ready for work for the first day of my third week.  Three days from my thoughts about the scissors of rhetoric.

8/8/2022

M  14 - 07281200

N  13 - 08110600

K  12 - 08250000 

L  11 - 09081800

Yahuda Joseph LL. B., "Hebrew Is Greek" Becket Publications: Oxford, 1982.

Wisdom regarding C, C, and C.

33. The tranquil mountain remains quiet under Heaven's gaze.  So does the enlightened person maintain dignity in retreat.  Persist only in small matters, and avoid mean conflict.

44. Heaven's power makes stronger the wind of change.  So too a ruler issues commands that become well known.  Do not create a relationship with powerful persons or ideas.  Exert discipline.

Commentary on D + M

43. Excess, drawn into Heaven's gaze, produces honesty.  Do not use force, but rely on fair judges.  Know your goal, tell your supporters.

1. The universe is united in power.  So too the wise person executes his actions with power and creativity.  Exceptional progress comes by correct persistence.

The Six Year Plan of U, and S, of A. 

6. Heaven and water, strength and profundity, conflict.  Avoid confrontation, yield with caution, persist not against obstacles.

59. Gradual change above the profound water.  Rulers meet with their subordinates.  Advantage in cooperation, correct persistence, and the company of fellows.

4. As spring water collects at the base of the quiet mountain, the enlightened person finds his level through learning, decisiveness, and correct persistence.

UPDATE: NOV 24 2022:

I was thinking yesterday of the pun between "I Ching" and "itching" and the "itching ears" that "want to know."  The phonetic sound in the phrase "ih-chtsh-ing" is like the sound of two coins clinking and the sound of a scratched chalk board rolled into one. Itching ears are listening to a frequency for a scratch, a buzz, or a hum, some flake of radio residue. The Germans called such people "Schwarmer" which translates to "fanatic" but the word has as its root meaning "the buzzing sound of bees swarming in a hive."

"The Alphabet and the Stars"

The Gospel In The Stars : Or, Prímeval Astronomy

By Joseph Augustus Seiss, 1823-1904

Published in New York by Charles C. Cook in 1884

https://archive.org/details/gospelinstarsorp00seis/page/62/mode/2up

"An Summer Evening's Meditation" [from Poems]

By Anna Letitia [née Aikin] Barbauld (1743-1825)

Published in London by Joseph Johnson in 1773

http://metaphors.iath.virginia.edu/metaphors/14506

Metaphor

O'er all this field of glories; spacious field,

"And worthy of the Master: he, whose hand

With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile

Inscribed the mystic tablet, hung on high

To public gaze, and said, "Adore, O man!

The finger of thy God." 

Metaphor in Context

'Tis past! The sultry tyrant of the south

Has spent his short-lived rage; more grateful hours

Move silent on; the skies no more repell

The dazzled sight, but with mild maiden beams

Of tempered lustre court the cherished eye

To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft

Dian's bright crescent, like a silver bow

New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns

Impatient for the night, and seems to push

Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines

Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam

Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood

Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.

The shadows spread apace; while meekened Eve,

Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires

Through the Hesperian gardens of the west,

And shuts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour

When Contemplation from her sunless haunts,

The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth

Of unpierced woods, where wrapt in solid shade

She mused away the gaudy hours of noon,

And fed on thoughts unripened by the sun,

Moves forward; and with radiant finger points

To yon blue concave swelled by breath divine,

Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven

Awake, quick kindling o'er the face of ether

One boundless blaze; ten thousand trembling fires,

And dancing lustres, where the unsteady eye,

Restless and dazzled, wanders unconfined

O'er all this field of glories; spacious field,

And worthy of the Master: he, whose hand

With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile

Inscribed the mystic tablet, hung on high

To public gaze, and said, "Adore, O man!

The finger of thy God." From what pure wells

Of milky light, what soft o'erflowing urn,

Are all these lamps so fill'd? these friendly lamps,

For ever streaming o'er the azure deep

To point our path, and light us to our home.

How soft they slide along their lucid spheres!

And silent as the foot of Time, fulfill

Their destined courses: Nature's self is hushed,

And, but a scattered leaf, which rustles through

The thick-wove foliage, not a sound is heard

To break the midnight air; though the raised ear,

Intensely listening, drinks in every breath.

How deep the silence, yet how loud the praise!

But are they silent all? or is there not

A tongue in every star, that talks with man,

And woos him to be wise? nor woos in vain:

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,

And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

At this still hour the self-collected soul

Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there

Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;

An embryo God; a spark of fire divine,

Which must burn on for ages, when the sun,--

Fair transitory creature of a day!--

Has closed his golden eye, and wrapt in shades

Forgets his wonted journey through the east.

(ll. 1-60))

THE VOX DAY SOCIAL SEXUAL HEIRARCHY SEQUENCE - MALE - FEMALE

C        03                      11                      19                      03                      11                      19             

D           04                10                16                22                04                10                16                22     

AE 01          05          09          13          17          21          01          05          09          13          17          21        

BF    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24

G                    07                      15                      23                      07                      15                      23  

C        03                      11                      19                      03                      11                      19             

D           04                10                16                22                04                10                16                22     

AE 01          05          09          13          17          21          01          05          09          13          17          21        

BF    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24

G                    07                      15                      23                      07                      15                      23  

C        03                      11                      19                      03                      11                      19             

D           04                10                16                22                04                10                16                22     

AE 01          05          09          13          17          21          01          05          09          13          17          21        

BF    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24

G                    07                      15                      23                      07                      15                      23  

C        03                      11                      19                      03                      11                      19             

D           04                10                16                22                04                10                16                22     

AE 01          05          09          13          17          21          01          05          09          13          17          21        

BF    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24

G                    07                      15                      23                      07                      15                      23  

C        03                      11                      19                      03                      11                      19             

D           04                10                16                22                04                10                16                22     

AE 01          05          09          13          17          21          01          05          09          13          17          21        

BF    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24    02          06    08          12    14          18    20          24

G                    07                      15                      23                      07                      15                      23  

   01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24

2023 BECAME 2032 UNTIL 2032 WHILE MAKING THIS 2022

G  04 - 01170000

D  03 - 01301800

E  02 - 02131200

F  01 - 02270600

0  24 - 03130000

-  23 - 03261800

T  22 - 04091200

SS 21 - 04230600

Q  20 - 05070000

R  19 - 05201800

TS 18 - 06031200

P  17 - 06170600

S  16 - 07010000

O  15 - 07141800

M  14 - 07281200

N  13 - 08110600

K  12 - 08250000 

L  11 - 09081800

TH 10 - 09221200

I  09 - 10060600

H  08 - 10200000

Z  07 - 11021800

A  06 - 11161200

B  05 - 11300600

I Am PoP PiE ThE SaY LuRe MaN

Dear HONEST HEARTED TRUTH SEEKERS OF YAHSHUA, I have found something that matches what you are speaking about.  I'm still figuring it out..