h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good afternoon!

Anyway, I'm listening to CCFM. In the night, I had a bit of KARN News Radio, out of Arkansas, then I had Revelation TV, out of London; I had this on in the latter part of the night. Now I've got CCFM, having turned the sound down on the telly.

There never seems to be anything on worth watching on DSTV.

Word for today: Don't Worry! Stop worrying!

Now listening to a beautiful arrangement of Hello Fear. It's beautiful! Largely acoustic, or synthesised instruments. String orchestra, a couple of acoustic guitars, drum kit, clapping machine - oh, now some syntho-brass, and a flute. Hammond organ. The spirit of evangelicalism has a very distinctive 'look' and 'taste' and 'smell'.

Now it's a song with terrible distorted guitars in the chorus, appalling, especially as I've been having trouble with my radios and have had to replace the Tivoil in here with one of the ones I had mended lately. I've taken the broken one and will take it to Paul today. I'll go this morning. I don't know if Nolita is coming this morning. I need to be out before nine, otherwise.

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I've noticed that where people vote ("democratic decisions") when the Illuminati want something, they just have vote after vote until they get what they want.

Revelation TV is refreshing.

Interesting God has shown me the spirit of evangelicalism, with its distinctive taste, smell, and look.

I was very sensitive in Cavendish today.

Thank God we've got the victory through Jesus. Thank you Jesus. You've been with me at every step of the way. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

It's a subtle one. Perhaps it's real? I don't know. God save me from making a mistake.

Thank God, he is good, and up to anything. Nothing is too much for our God. Whatever your problem, whatever mountain you face, God is well able to see you through it. Moreover, he does so with great good humour and a loving twinkle in his eye. He is so good. We are so blessed to have such a lovely God. I love him.

Now, just relax. You've been through a lot these past years. Time to relax and really recover from all you've been through these past years.

Relax while I minister to you. Relax while I sent my holy angels to minister to you. You are bruised and wounded - o sacred head, sore wounded - and you need lots of TLC from the Holy Spirit. Phew.

O'Bamamama is enforcing the mixing of the suburbs. They want to get even with the middle class. Oh praise ye the Lord, praise him in the height, in tuneful accord, ye angels of light.

V is back home after nearly a week in hospital. He's been very ill. I was worried. But he's home again now, and I'm so pleased.

You can never exhaust God's mercy, grace and understaning. Compared with God, we are so small and our troubles so ephemeral for he is Eternal, and we are poor creatures stuck in time. He is so much greater than we are! And he is greater than our hearts.

Oh, how I love him so. How can I, a mere mortal, even begin to recount the wonders of God and his grace and mercy? He is GOOD. better than we can possibly imagine. And I love him so. Always have done.

He blinded me to the light of life, and I've trusted him blind with only a smidgen on reward and goodness. OK, he has sorted me out physically, but spiritually I go throught it terribly. He has made my physical circumstances as easy as possible, so I can go through the mill spiritually, so I don't have money worries to compound the spiritual burdens and difficulties he has given me to shoulder.

That's why I don't have a conscience about inheriting. If the lefties were to go through ONE DAY of what I have to go through, they would understand, all right. My life is very hard.

But he has revealed to me today why my music comes in fits and starts. It's because he gives me music that i need to write (such as the pieces for the concert), but pieces in addition to concerts and things that I need them for, the inspiration dries up. I was listenin to my Sonatina and the Little Sonata this morning, and was so pleased - some of the melodies are beautiful - but now the inspiration has dried up, I cannot write a note. When the inspiration hits, the music just comes pouring out of me. I hear the next note and write it down, and so it goes, until the anointing lifts and I have no more music.

Right, time to write another tract I think..

Happy Wilf

My friend X has been convicted of kiddy fiddling and has been proclaimed persona non grata in many shuls and academic institutes. He is NOT evil, just looking for people on his own emotional level to commune with. A gentler, more compassionate, more humane man you would never meet. He is not evil; he is just sadly in need of people to connect to.

I want to fly to Oxford to comfort him. I don't know what he will make of that. He has been shunned by his local Jewish community.

I feel desperately sorry for my friend. His parents must be wondering what went wrong - lemonade and paedo. I feel the need to be with my friend and just listen and cry with him.

I have suggested I go overseas to be with him. We'll see if Ruth passes that on to him.

I want to give him a pitcher of cold water to drink.

I am so shaken up tonight. Poor old Ben.

I believe I could listen and provide comfort for him.

Ruth was pretty short - cut off the phone call, doesn't want to talk to me. Hey ho.

She did promise to pass on my message though. I will drop everything to go and be with X. (If I can afford it.)

I just want to listen.