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

Their shame is pouring out of the speaker grille on the radio and covering my head and forcing me to vomit into a bucket.

Living is the Word of God and powerful, and sharper than a double-edged sword, penetrating to the border of soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges what you think in your heart, and what you mean. - Hebrews 4 12

Well it's been another night; I'm listening to the morning show and waiting with varying degrees of patience, for the phone call from chaos, telling me they've got my new keyboard. I wish I could think of a routine to moderate the R key on this keyboard. It will be so nice when the new keyboard is fitted though.

I've invited J to Israel in the week off that I've got from studying. I ought to really make a push though, although I hope that things will really push on once I get into the swing of it.

Mind control though... I despair.

They are trying to wreck my testimony.

My power is made perfect in weakness.

My heart, my spirit is wounded.

They are fully aware of the filth practised by the evil one upon people WITH THEIR CONSENT and upon their minds.

Mock on.

Jesus hates them for what they've done to you... I love you

Please send someone to help. Whenever I try finding someone they turn out to be evil.

Despite my desire to be holy, I am sucked down into a morass of sick

I had the newness then I was curst and so I carry on like the character in that play who crawls along the back of the stage from right to left, pointing up at something only he sees, way up on high, lifted up.

And they curse the gifts I was given to bless them with, they don't want God, they don't, because if they did, they wouldn't keep cursing me. Jonathan is some kind of pseudalelphos.

They might be Christians but they ain't believers.

I'm sick of the sick perverts working themselves up into a frenzy vomiting into a bucket and pouring my brain into a bottle

They have taken knives and sliced my mind like a side of ham

If I'm not for myself, who will be

if I'm only for myself, what am I

Went out to the bank to pay a payment. While at the Mall I went to the camera shop and bought a video camera. It isn't a very good one but it may suffice for my needs, which are modest and not very immodest. Bouletai logizesthai met' emou foboumenou ho Pater filtatos, foboumenou dioti ou legw egw met' autou en selenais pollais. Me fobou elegen ho Theos, praios gar eimi praios hws pater hws egrapsen ho poietes. eukharizw soi w thee mou, pnee eis kardian emen pnee sy estai de galene megale epi twn hydatwn twn tes psyches tes emes.

I asked one of the workers when they were going to stop their noise and go away and leave us in peace (not in so many words). End of July, he said. This is quite unacceptable. I am made to feel victimised in my own home. I am terribly pissed off. No-one else will care because it's only affecting me, but it's right above me and I'm having to sit here working with noises all over me all the time. I'm going to have to write to their boss man but not Rupert because he's got a whole bag of chips on his shoulder.

Why don't the Christians act like we're supposed to?

Why doesn't David Icke?

Why can't we just zone in and be through Christ in the Ruach haQodesh unto the Father?

I am going to make a series of videos teaching on aspects of the Way.

The first thing I'm going to teach, is the reality of the Trinity, which we speak about in terms of the doctrine of the Trinity. It's all true.

My keyboard has arrived! Excellent. And they can fit it today. The next thing is a replacement minijack plug, because I've nixed the old one. Right. Off we go. Again.

OK, I've scored a new keyboard for the Ultrabook, and I can report it works perfectly and feels so, so nice. Yeah, that's a score. And I've scored something else, too: a USB audio adaptor into which I can plug a microphone, so that I've got my lapel microphone plugged into the Ultrabook. This means that I've got to get the big mike plugged back into the mixer for the television PC. And I got a new keyboard for the television PC, which has a touchpad built-in. Very good indeed.

Oh I see someone's delicate sensibilities have been offended. That's bellshot. You want delicate? You want sensitive? Walk a half mile in my shoes, darling, if you want to know delicate and sensitive. But telling tattle tales to teacher, that's just sad.

I see I can't talk to bod any more, too dangerous. Great. And people wonder why I turned to drugs. Alcohol is just vulgar. Anyway, oh well. I'll just sit here on my tod and quietly go out of my mind with loneliness, shall I? Jesus had a gaggle of women to look after him. I've got no-one.

The voices are driving me potty again. But the pills take 4 days, and I just can't get it together to take them. I need something to calm me down. Why else do you think I used hi-potency opiates? For fun? No. For self-medication. And the Doc has taken away my calming pills. So I've got nothing.

It's like someone's actually trying to get me into the nuthouse.

I'm tired. Please let them leave me alone now. I'm just tired.

I'm scared. I feel afraid and I don't think I'll be going to bed tonight. I can't - no, I didn't sleep last night and I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight again either. Because I'm scared. I want my Honeybadger. But she isn't there. She is there but she is threatening me so I can't go to her.

But God will protect me, and no evil shall come nigh me, for I have made him my habitation, and his safety my safety; and I shall live, and not die, and live to tell the coming generations of the fear of the Lord, and of the beauty of holiness, and of the salvation of God.

Yes, and now they are trying to steal your blessing, because God wants you to enjoy tonight, it's a big night, for some reason, and these poor deluded souls are twisted with hate and envy, because their master is... he said, The ancient serpent is G-d! LOL What a plonker. But it's sad.

"The biggest coward is the man who awakens a woman's love with no intention of loving her." Bob Marley

Boulomai heuriskein ten orthen. Przez to czekam na jej.

What was I doing in 1996? Where was I living?

Well, I was 27, and I left Oxford in 92, then -- 96, I went to Aberdeen for the first time, and I was -- that was the year, I think, when I went to Aberdeen? And had that journey from Windhoek to Jo'burg to Aberdeen.

It is looking increasingly unlikely that my nose is going to run.

God has blessed my Honeybadger with his love. He is so faithful. He is so kind. He led me in leading Honeybadger to God and God blessed her and now she is blessed, she is blessed. Out of range of her enemies, safely wrapt rapt in God's love and in the beauty of his holiness.

Thanks Father. Bless my girl.

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
3
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
4
Yet their voice[b] goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
5
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.

7
The law of the Lord is perfect,
refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
8
The precepts of the Lord are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the Lord are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
9
The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever.
The decrees of the Lord are firm,
and all of them are righteous.

10
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the honeycomb.
11
By them your servant is warned;
in keeping them there is great reward.
12
But who can discern their own errors?
Forgive my hidden faults.
13
Keep your servant also from wilful sins;
may they not rule over me.
Then I will be blameless,
innocent of great transgression.

14
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Read your New Testament. Now then. Richard Hillier and Caroline MacGregor. Lovers in the innocency of hope

Saturday 13th June 2015 and God has done many miracles this night, all around the world, everywhere his Name is trusted and believed on; and many are those who are rejoicing in the Holy One this morning dark.

So we rejoice with them. And thank God for another day, which he has made; we shall indeed rejoice, and be glad in it, and we might even have a sing song later. But as for now, I've got to think about finding a place of worship. The problem with Christ Church is that the people are either in their 20s or in their 70s, with nothing in between; a big yawning void of nappies and bottles and headaches and mother in law.