The great thing about being banned, shadow-banned, isolated, and having a blog that crashes every 8 hours? – no one is likely to read this.
I had another drive by comment today, the same old snide bullshit, could be a real person – could be related to my posting AS A PUBLIC RECORD how I’m being treated by Bluehost, and it’s eerily similarity to how Go Daddy treated me 2 years ago …
I’ve told my listeners “none of this amounts to much”, unless it’s all you have. Then every troll, every scumbag that doesn’t have the courage to send an email, every fucking shit head from the USAF troll farm is on top of things. And as a Christian I should bravely confront this shit, and pay it NO MIND … and given what I’ve been saying? – none of this is important, so why do I care?
I care for lots of reasons …
This STUPID BLOG and my STUPID FUCKING PODCAST are all I have left.
YOUR ECONOMY?
YOUR NEOSTALINIST HELL HOLE?
YOUR SHITTY DYSTOPIA CAN GO FUCK ITSELF …
You might live a long time TROLL and you might get to be an asshole forever …
I’m thinking some rough times are ahead for EVERYONE, but for the shit heads who get a hard on from harassing a podcast that is ALREADY HARASSED by institutions THIS PODCASTER PAID FOR … “get a job” shit head …
WHAT?
The shitty fucking tech support job you have, where YOU CAN MAKE SURE THE collections go through? That job?
A grifter job, a commie FUCK YOUR NEIGHBOR job?
Move back to SEATTLE and work for MICROSOFT?
EVEN IF THAT WORLD WASN’T ABOUT TO BE DESTROYED, WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WANT TO GO BACK?
“Get a job, make some money” – to that fucker, who probably works at Bluehost … WHY DON’T YOU GET A FUCKING JOB? WHY DON’T YOU GIVE UP GRIFTING?
QUICK NOTE: my BlueHost WordPress site you are reading RIGHT NOW is crashing almost daily … it started getting bad after I paid for my second tranche of 6 months of hosting, I paid in May … an then MAGIC: my site starts failing in the same way it failed when Go Daddy was my host. If you send me a fucking email recommending a “trustworthy” hosting site? – how can I put this FUCK OFF … EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART … or, I’m special, or both. But fuck off.
A wise man said:
“If you hear the beating of hooves on the road, it’s probably a horse and not a zebra …”
But sometimes, it’s a ZEBRA.
If you see 3 crosses on the STREET CAR in October 2019? – it could be 3 construction cranes accidentally aligned … or …
It could be a ZEBRA.
I have 3 major depressive episodes in my life …
1990 to 1991.
1999 to 2000.
2009 till WHEN?
I say 2009 till WHEN because I mostly recovered from the last episode, but it still lingers, like a scar that won’t heal.
IT COULD BE ZEBRAS … but what if it’s not?
What if I, like many, have felt the waves, the turbulence, of a future not yet arrived?
What if I, like many, sense the foreboding, the pain to come, the screaming?
What if it’s a ZEBRA?
(what if the FOOL thinks it’s a horse?)
In 1996 I was driving to OBC at Ft. Bliss, TX, Air Defense School …
I stopped near the Navaho Reservation, briefly, to gas up – and it was a gas station with a cafe.
An old native American dude came up to me and said:
“You need to follow me up into the hills …”
Back then? – I was an Atheist, a rationalist.
But now I wonder about my crooked broken path to God, and I wonder about the choice I made that day.
What if I’d followed the old man?
What if he were more than just some random old man?
(what if he wanted me to follow him into the hills to kill me?)
Sometimes a ZEBRA is a ZEBRA …
I interviewed Guy McPherson twice – since then I’ve removed the interviews … he has copies.
In the second interview I catch him in a lie – not a big deal, just a simple lie.
Guy McPherson promotes a death cult – “planetary hospice” – and VERY SOON he, like the false prophet, will be selling this EN MASSE to folks … like folks in Canada, who can now have themselves killed if they’re depressed …
The lie? – he said there’s “nothing” we can do …
Then he says at the end of the second interview: “But” I’m working with a guy on something …
Be careful of the death cults – they will be very active in the coming months.
Another funny thing about the Guy interviews: after the second one, some rando “witch” from Portland sent me an angry email … probably because I caught her man in a lie.
I think the Lord has been leaving me breadcrumbs to follow for a LONG TIME …
The Lord has been sending me ZEBRAS.
In 2016 I met, online, a shit head named Jarrod Fidden.
I don’t know if that’s his real name – but he’s a grifter, a con artist.
He ripped off my money, but he did worse – he terrorized me, and my family.
Jarrod told me once: “you know Dan, I think I’m a sociopath” (this I found out AFTER getting to Ireland)
He told me once: “Dan, my wife and I met doing METH while teaching English in China.”
He told me once: “I have this plan, HUM (Human Unity Movement), and I want to get EVERYONE TO HUM at the same time …” (also, told to me in Ireland)
he said Hitler wasn’t so bad
he said he wanted to bring back gladiatorial battle
I think he and his wife dosed me with methane – his wiccan wife made me a special TEA
I did FREE WORK for the fucker on his shitty dating site AWAKE.DATING …
I lied to a journalist for him, taking BACK an honest statement
I saved his ass, because he didn’t know enough to investigate the database
FUN FACT: his shitty site was hosted by BlueHost …
I was in Ireland for 5 days … it was a blur.
The day before I left: the fucker blew up at me, screaming, then said “let’s meet for breakfast in the morning” – I was living in a cabin I “rented” down the hill from where He, the GOAT KING, lived.
I didn’t even know about PUCK or the PUCK FESTIVAL when I named him the GOAT KING …
When I was in Ireland, I would walk down from his cabin at night – back to mine.
I would pass a paddock filled with sheep …
I would swear before God that the sheep were bleating “DANNNN, DANNN …”
As if to say: “DAN, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS SATANIC METH HEAD HELL HOLE”
Glen Osheen …
I stayed up all night trying to get a taxi – the fictionalized (slightly fictionalized) rant is below.
THE GOAT KING … and there’s to this story.
A “christian” I trusted to “watch my stuff” had stolen ALL MY STUFF … he was a meth head too.
Sometimes a Zebra is a Zebra.
Sometimes the LORD needs to teach us lessons.
My lesson? – “there’s more going on than you can see”
I hope I’ve learned.
After the GOAT KING I hoped I was safe – but I had a SUMMER of gaslighting to come, from the “friend” who took advantage, took my car, smoke meth and left a rock of meth in my car.
The Lord said near the end: many will claim to follow Me, very few will
In late 2016, the pain didn’t end … another group of “people” entered my life.
Interestingly, it was after I figured out my TRUTH: I am an Anarchist.
No more voting.
No more PRETENDING …
And then THEY CAME … at first – one and two, a few …
Then I met the Goat King’s replacement.
And I won’t say much more on this, because EYES ARE WATCHING and the DEVIL is a keen grifter …
SOMETIMES, MOTHER FUCKER, A FUCKING ZEBRA IS A FUCKING ZEBRA.
Fire in the Heavens.
Smoke in the air.
The DRAGON gets closer.
Not one soul dares to care.
All that is left is the rubble of the human mind.
All that is left is the soulless for demons to find.
And you are the one who waited till when?
Again?
Tell me, what were you waiting for?
The end?
Brother against brother.
Father against son.
Sister against mother.
Everything undone.
You hear it from above.
Noise from the mountain.
The DRAGON's breath blows.
No one really knows.
All that is left is a world of pain.
All that is left is nothing to gain.
And you said "be patient" to the Lord?
What?
Say it again, I think He's bored.
Bored.
Brother against brother.
Father against son.
Sister against mother.
Everything undone.
They SANG the song for many.
A song heard from far away.
THE SAINT'S AND ANGELS ALL AS ONE.
"There's no more time for fun."
All their voices PRAISING God.
All their voices ERASING FEAR.
AND YOU SAID "PLEASE, CAN I HAVE ANOTHER BEER?"
But silence?
A rumble?
A chastisement in flame and stone.
Brother against brother.
Father against son.
Sister against mother.
Everything undone.
UPDATE for the Antichrist subject: No. 10 – the Antichrist will have a false prophet OR an anti-John-the-Baptist … and I think it will be the Pope, Pope Francis.
You can travel deep into the Earth and find WORLDS within worlds. Like attraction to the ZONE 4-FLEX, where the magma heats your WOMAN SPICE and the tree-scar relents before the ROD. I saw that world, and met the uniformed belly dancers, and sought after the rock cocaine.
When you work in the below place, you do it in stages of PRESSURE … high pressure, low pressure … metal casements and concrete and steel.
It takes 3 days to get to your destination – 30 miles below the surface of the Earth …
30 miles down, in the dark heat of the Earth, where people drink wine fermented from brown recluse spider venom, and they slowly go blind.
I met HALDOON, a JING-JIT-BEING … down there.
I met that rock man, and looked into his silicon eyes.
He would tell me stories of the last YORT-Queen, and how his men fought wars against the MOLE PEOPLE to control the MAGMA FARMS of T’limpf and FROH.
Haldoon told me to follow this path:
Steep-man gave me 3 flasks of TORG-WINE.
A woman dressed in slacks with a dead head t-shirt and sandals.
Four weird pit bulls …
Your impacted bowel and the hardest poo EVAH …
Kelp garden near Astoria where the last sea lions make love.
Honest Joe and his rotten bow and the lost stag, he wouldn’t brag.
Lost little Mary-Francis, taken to a farm in Kansas, told to make a basket straw, now her dead baby calls from afar …
A microphone preacher in VEGAS, calling after the blonde hooker Debbie.
Hoard plastic forks.
Learn to make friends with ravens.
The RED HARBINGER AWAKENS in the EAST.
A smoky redress of grievances, as STEVE MCQUEEN races against time, and your mom gets lost at the pharmacy.
Hell is lost to the STRANGER DANGER, somewhere in Jamaica
Greek goddess frets, no one lets her breathe, the vapors rise up to her dress, and her sleeve is covered in goat’s blood.
Pack your WOUNDS with dirty rags and dead pigeons …
UNSEAT the MORGANITE GENERAL, sell his sword to David.
Big Foot and the Wookie people prepare the last bastion, and there armies are coming, and your women will wail in pain.
THESE ARE THE BROKEN WORDS OF HALDOON!
A TIME IS COMING TOO SOON …
Your family will hustle and run from the fright, but the night won’t let go, and your world won’t stop spinning.
“Asking me about my favorite MOVIE is a lot like asking me about my favorite PHILOSOPHER … but scratch that … the philosopher problem is easy – Jesus.” – Dr. Freckles
