Tuesday 16 September 2008

13, 2006 How The Queen Of Ireland Died And Returned To Me

This angel I saw in the worse moments of my life, the dark wavy haired young woman with bright torchlike blue eyes, written about here before, and always the vision I believed to be an angel and kept my Love of God since I last met her four years ago...

She returned two days, ago, and we were married...I have spoken to her mother, I explained to her, how I am a man there, (I have the same eyes as I do now), how we agreed giving Bridgit a baby would be good... she died four years ago...I was 18, she was 22, she lived in Northern Ireland, I remember visions of that same time when I went mad, and saw men run up to my bedroom, and the dressing gown and hanger on the door creating a crucifix...she was killed by Orange Men in a car...for the last week or so, she has been arriving to an old man (dai-yu) called Dovid, who has been lean't the Mirror (think of it like Galadriel looking through a pool of water to Earth) by Adel, (Who tells me in a storm she loves me and I love Polly too thunder and lightening and messages from me, like Men here have no fear, a storm just stopped occurring, including a message to the dog to stay indoors and my sister arrving telling me shut up) to carry on annoying me that 'men were being the devil' (like I said and should have stopped at when I spoke to P..(told her everything about men from hell, feel ill)...something we agree on but which has been making me ill...she siad if she had met me then she would have told me I looked like the devil, or rather I look too in mourning or like a witch, she was catholic, she liked heavy metal, taller than me, loud...the way I've been feeling for four years, is, well, written here from the beginning...see other blog...

I asked her if she would have liked me then, she replied she wasn't gay and she would have told me to get 'fucked'...I said, going 'Boy-rish' on her (and too fenian apparently) would she liked to get married? 'alright !' the wedding was a celtic affair, the only reason I have no memory is becasue of the 'devil pills', medication I am forced to take...(I'm writing like a dog says my little sister, or rather Bridgit)...we spoke last night even though I wanted to get to sleep, and she talked with me, and sometimes I feel myself turn into that man, and just let us float on a white bed, imaging being watched from the skies...and Adel, our song, how I flew to her....and that makes four, ha...forgetting a girl I nearly got locked up for, for sending a letter to the wrong house, broken her heart, she's disappeared...

I await a lost letter from PJ...


THE STORM: THAT MAKES ONE IN DORSET< ONE HERE< ONE SOMEWHERE ELSE....

Dai-Yu...


He came to me in a vision as I cried about Polly on the wooden floor, while my parent's were away in France...having got Orly to contact her in NYC...

Extracts from quick notes I have scrawled from last two weeks:

WHO DAI YU WAS AND HOW ON HIS DEATHBED HE TOLD HIS MEN HE WAS WITH CHRIST...
Dai-Yu (Dovid) was jewish, and perhaps I always guessed that since I met him (right eyed panda scral around my eye, suspecting this was indeed not a tibetan monk) Jonathan was one of his men, a man who also cried at the wall, he says before Dai yu died he told he was with Christ...(I call him whislt he is in the middle of a crying breakdown), they are from the settlements, they are in fear of the far right.....I told him of a girl I had also spoken to, how she will be drafted into the army soon, how she wants GOD TO RISE, (and I have no idea how) I told him I aksed her to reread parts of the psalms, how to think about what she wants to dow ith her life, wonder what she will do (and more, my nose, the covering over of my body...) she told me she had forgetten the Torah, and I hope she read the wedding song for polly and i as i could not manage to even when a man appeared in my room and ordred me to)...

I suggested he contact the Messianics, yet he is in fear of his life...he could not believed Dai Yu had lied to me, and I could not believe, I had been with polly, and rude to him whilst he lay on his deathbed (One day as I spoke to him, I told him she was playing the piano, I could see her and hear a little, he replied it would have been good to be there to listen, she spoke to him too and we explained a few things...I realised he was dying when he told me he could die now (excuse this bad writing I am irritated too easily) and I ran out of the garden to cry, and heard 'he remembers his kiss' perhaps that kiss from his wife whom he loved) I told Jonathan I was like Dai Yu, from the Story Of The Stone (two houses in imperial china eventually are destroyed through corruption and love), from crying all the time...I told him too soon that David was in the other world...

The King has said that men have been given time, and I belive Dai YU was sent to me through Him...

I contacted Jonathan when Adel told me his men were going through hell...I have also spoken to a girl who remembered me from a cafe, as she was praying I asked her to just look at the wall and meditate, she says no-one thinks of nothing)

My parents still claim I am mad, my Dad is even more so, will write the above soon...

a hebrew girl crying on a plane about how she heard me and someone and Matayana Orly talk in a cafe in ,my mind in Dorset (I ran off, dorset notes:

the announcement in Waterloo, (a thank the lord from a young woman in the station as I sat reading and sepaking, ruined the man by ending it with perhaps he is on drugs) (thats a message to the whole of south england)

the congratulations about the marriage from Miss Winehouse (a singer, yes jewish too) in Trafalgar Square...(alos she thought of me, thinking I look too young, and I heard her, and explained about Other Worlds 'Sheeeeett!!!', and: that pig with me kept going on about Irish worlds)

the pushing into a wall by Erhu (who now prefers to be called Arwen) for talking about God to Mohammdin)

the singing in Leicester Square from Miss Harvey

And the awful suprise of a picture taken of me by a woman...

NOTES: PRAYED FOR P, feeling I had shot her soul somewhere, and got into a 'nightmare (?)@ OR RATHER:

A CONVERSATION WITH MY STUARTS BLOOD IN FRANCE, they are fine, glad to know...spoke in tired french to them...

(Orly finds it hysterical to hear mummy write 'hear me ride' as I sit in Dorset having breakdowns in her hometown, unable to find her, and I explain to him about how I could have ridden a horsey in Jerusalem, yet would perhaps been shot in the head:

'A jewish man would shoot you!??!' No, those are our men...

'They call Irish men pakis!??' that was a stupid man...

now, I'm 'dead', end of blog...things have calmed in this storm now,

plus the joy of Arwen/Erhu to hear a friends band on Saturday scream for God...(which gave eveyrone else a headache)
and young 'rudeboys' claiming they are The Prophet, including the MC's whom I duet-ted with:

BRING BACK THE LOVE

a refrain, that they wished to discontinue singing...

and the hebrew girl is fine, yet says Jews For Jesus shop is not recommended in LONDON...

when I really do need to find a good Hebrew man to talk this through with, 'pronounced KABBALAH MADAME, NOT, kar bar lah....'

meanwhile, I have no flat, and I may be murdered there because of an atmosphere in town, and my parents are threatening to lock me up...

Monday 15 September 2008

Monday, July 10, 2006

Monday, July 10, 2006

lots has been happening these last few days...

how do i explain that men have been condemned due to many unfortunate circumstances, this is an emergency>>>>>

the goyim have found out the names of the queens and they are talking them....

also i have been given the throne

men will FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I NEED SOMEWHERE TO LIVE....I HAVE NO MONEY...

she flies black wings, she flys white wings...

i am too throw myself i throw my womb, i found out when i had prayed for england that i fly red and white wings,

lately i have been too eye...

she has another two babies, and

my soul is crying for gods, so much has happened, i went med...i am forbidden to take my pills

i want to write that men have been given TIME

yet my life here is an emergency
i want someone i love very much to come to england as SOON AS POSSIBLE

i have soi much love for all of them, i am not cracking up

i need to let men know i have been [ppraying these last few weeks in secrecy and my famly think i am mad...this is just an emergency

I AM Louis Arizal

i am married into the royal family

we are souls

the reds here worry my babies...in fact i am finding it very hard to cope yet i wwant to be striong for all of them

i will write veyr sooon
#
at dawn my wife and i fried eggs, i found it very hard to no hit myself over the head with a frying pan...

POLLY DIED, I HEARD HER DYING, AND PRAYED HER SOUL TO GODS, SHE GAVE ME A KNOCK KNOCK ON THE DOOR, AND SAID
'IM MAGIC TOO.'

SHE WAS DRIVING HERE TO PICK ME UP FROM DORSET

WE ARE FINE WE HAVE TOO BABIES, BETHANY AND DOVID JACK, THOUGH I PREFER JACK DOVID...BETHANY LOOKS JUST LIKE HER MUM, AND JACK HAS FAIR HAIR LIKE ME...

I WANT TO LIVE WITH HER HERE THOGUH I STILL LOVE HER, I LIVE WITH HER THERE...

I HAVE BEEN FINDING IT HARD TO TALK TO EVERYONE...

THERE HAS BEEN SO MUCH GOING ON LATELY I WILL WRITE AGAIN LATER...

I NEED SOME HELP...

Sunday 14 September 2008

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Saturday, June 03, 2006

And after all that I married Polly.

Praying For The City

Men went mad in NYC, much as they did here, shouting from their cars, so I eventually prayed them, 'men away' and white lights, didn't know that one prayer could be so simple after this 'curse'.

conversation I write down as it happens, trying to relax in the first days of sunshine, at a garden table with my new diary notebook, and a cup of tea, feeling calm yet, exhausted from all this 'mess':

'the men in cars are quoting Nietzsche, you shit!'

'you're telling me men don't fear God here.'

'It's best to go out!'

'you're being spics.'

'they're telling me their in the blackhand hand gang.'

If you're hearing English, Yes!'

'WHITE HAND GANG.'

'Now they're coming out with white hand gang.'

'don't let me shout.'

........

'You're a pig!'

'Then I'll rub my nose.'
'Don't shout.'

'It turns pig.'

'Goodnight.'laughter

'You think we need to be in good mourning?'

'They're telling me you're the devil!'

'Stop screeching, have you got an I-Ching.;

'I've got a bible.'

'may be worse.'

'this is a curse.' outside

'Did I say that or did you.'

-----missing good words......

'I'll read a good book.'

'good.'

.................

'I'm hearing this man has wasted me.'

'You know what I think.'

'I'm not a man.'

'You're being a girl!'

...............

Colours in my brain

'you were hearing me sing.'
good,

'when I cry I sing.'

.................

'they pack my bags.'

'What?'

.................

And then not quite sure what I was doing, perhaps flipping and shouting too loudly, like bad magic, or messengers bringing love letters that got caught in laziness, or a belief that the song she sang, had been sung to them, like mad dogs in love in the bright summer's heat unable to get out of their cars and talk to her themselves, I MEAN men that knew she there in that hotel room, words repeated on the radio?, LOVE, fear during these times?, repeating words from God, that SHOULD be words of God, ME not quietly reading, but hollering about poinsonous flies in the market place as I walked too and fro in the kitchen, perhaps any of that, 'whatever', too much energy, I put my hands together, leaning over the rusty silver table, a hood and a coat over me, in the balmy weather, with some frost, and tried to pray, the lights flashed in front of my eyes, and I mumbled words in English, and then, immediately: 'men away.' and they had gone, quietened down...

I think praying for someone else works best, than prayers for oneself, because something like that had happened here, and it went on for too long, and yesterday she prayed for me to relax before an appointment and I could feel it...and a man appeared in my room, and said 'give her a wedding song.' and I didn't know how to...

I've given up reading Nietzsche, I only have a pocket book version, and I get too theatrical with it when I hear insults...

Then you know what my baby Orly and Erhu, finding her does, just didn't know she was there.

He has drawn some good pictures, pictures with his mind that float into mine, and this time with my eyes closed I have even heard his voice, everyone lately has been talking about mogs, so he has drawn some, witches with big hooked chins and thin hooked noses, much like you see in old paintings from a few centuries ago...

And she met me in a dream, and I asked her to describe the dream to me, we both sat down on a settee, and I told her we are free, yet that I had gone too 'jack', she said that man seemed like a worried ghost, that Orly arrived (second name, chosen after some time, best for him to have a Hebrew name, Yana, 'Mat', after Mr.Groning of Simpsons fame) and he tells her 'we are free' and she can be his mummy too, and he took us into a scene where we were swimming in the sea, and she watched me turn red and shimmer, as though all this is hurting me, or someone is angry with me...

Adel shakes her fists at me, (i have had so many visions I cannot write them all down, I have met a man I believe is a Tibetan Monk, there has been lots of explaining to give, as he believes almost evverything in this modern world is too devil, how men kill...how I should give men and women I meet three tries) she's not angry about 'us', but angry that I have done nothing here, while men of God work, and I find it hard to know what to do in this town as I have suffered some hate crime, only from walking down to the shops, being called names for having my head covered...

Men have been given Time...and sometimes I have to forgive men when she can't...

enough, another worried rush of writing....