And there was a war in Heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels.
And prevailed not; neither was their place found anymore in Heaven.
And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world; he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.
--- Revelations 12:7,8,9
It is war. We are at war. Man chose war and the rest of us must decide to either fight and die or just die.
"What about fight and live."
I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.
--John11:25
We are born thus we die. We are born from sin. Filled with sin. Consumed by sin. And for that we must die. God our maker commands it. No battle cry is "LIVE!" It's always "DEATH!" May your children and your children's children right the sins of their mothers and fathers. There was only one woman deemed worthy to give birth to God's son after man failed Him. No man was deemed worthy to father His child. Only God himself could father His only son. The narcissism of men resents God to this day for being told man was not good enough to father God's son and for their narcissism only the meek shall inherit the earth.
But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
-- Palms 37:11
We are at war.
Pick your battles but decide your place in war.
And with that...
Hey, good evening!
2025, Christians are being tested, ladies and gentlemen.
Christians are being tested.
*Please forgive the grammatical errors. I write passionately and I'm a horrible editor.
Protestants are getting attacked from all sides by those who serve evil. And like our good Catholic priests on the internet are preaching, "Hell itself cannot be made desirable therefor evil must make the path to Hell desirable."
Christians close to me have faced servants of evil this past week myself included. For the first time ever that I can recall I finger pointed out three of God's fallen people to God so that He may do unto them what needs to be done in order to save their souls. I will pray for them.
In the aftermath of the Los Angeles fires businesses in LA are taking this opportunity to price gouge Angelenos knowing full well what they have in storage may be all they have left in this world. My storage unit among them. They suddenly raised my monthly storage unit by $70. My storage unit is actually an old utility closet. There isn't even a light switch in there. It was rented to me (literally a closet) for $89 a month. Now it's suddenly $163 a month. I protest. C'mon. A closet. They threatened that if I did not pay their rent increase they would put out a lien, an actual lien, on my storage closet. Welp, our relationship is over. I guess 2024 was too peaceful they needed to create drama. Bless their hearts. They actually sent me a threatening email that said they have an open check (as in bank check) giving them the right to charge my account any time they want. I'm almost certain they don't but what nice people, eh. Are they truly wondering why Los Angeles burned down? Hellfire and Brimstone, baby.
Now for problem #2. There's this guy with a leaf blower. (Here we go!) That's his job, leaf blower. I rank leaf blower right up there with seven-year-old newspaper delivery boy something third graders do. I watched the leaf blower intently yesterday. Watched and recorded. I should also mention we are in the desert. Literally not one leaf on the ground. This leaf blower comes around and just blows his leaf blower in front of units to wreck their front yard furniture and anything that's in their front yards including harassing pets and wildlife. A long-time tenant made a post on all the mailboxes regarding a class action lawsuit-thingy being (or has been filed) against the landlord being a slumlord and is petitioning for more names to be put on that class action lawsuit. The man responsible for the lawsuit is an older white man I mentioned earlier who walks the property grounds constantly talking to tenants he runs into about the class action lawsuit. Yesterday the leaf blower was running his blower for over an hour and I watched and recorded him walking up to front doors of every unit blowing his leaf blower directly at tenant's plants and furniture. He saw me recording him and he walked right up to me in my yard and made a threatening gesture at me with his leaf blower. You wish buddy! Ain't no one here interested in your "leaf blower". I only rent a room in this unit BUT this guy made threatening gestures at me and so he has chosen war against me. It's on like Donkey Kong. The wars men start and for what. I grew up in a very, very hostile childhood home. No one has yet out crazied my brothers mom and he chose war against a Christian and an ordained minister. Well, alrighty then. Then I got to wondering if this leaf blower might be mentally ill or "challenged" as the PC kids say. That said, he does drive. I realize there are many mentally ill people behind the wheel in every state every day but for a grown man to be a leaf blower the only reason for it (if he's not retarded) is because he's an illegal and/or he's the hired gun of this slumlord to harass tenants. He's a Star Trek danger mission red shirt. Additionally, I suggest he might be retarded, handicapped, mentally ill (take your pick) because no grown man is an occupational leaf blower for one, and when he walked into my yard and swung his leaf blower at me for recording him he acted like he was just blowing a piece of paper away from my feet only he blew the paper a mere two feet away further still into my yard. Then he turned around and left. I don't live alone. I have two housemates. One sleeps during the day. He works graveyard shift. He's an excellent tenant but slumlords don't care about their tenants or the money I guess. This leaf blower just makes noise for at least one hour two to three times a week. Personally, I think he's retarded. He blows trash from the left to the right, from the right to the left, back and forth. Ever notice white men, and women, are never leaf blowers. I'll continue to record the leaf blower and give the footages to the old man with the lawsuit. I only record the leaf blower because he made threatening motions at me. I'm cool with going to court over a stalking and assault and battery case. I also don't think this leaf blower is legal because he was unable to speak English but that's not my monkey or my circus. If they continue to have Spanish options at the DMV then the DMV can deal with the outcome. To be continued.
Regarding this slumlord...
I only rent a room. My lease is a month to month, week to week, day to day whatever, it's an airbnb off arbnb room rental. I don't have any stake in the slumlord lawsuit, but these tenants definitely have a case for sure. The infrastructure of each block of units are literally crumbling apart. Walls are falling down. There's bird poop everywhere which is mentioned in the lawsuit. I don't know if this slumlord is also the landlord but his solution to the bird poop is to trim the trees as much as possible, not scrub the bird poop. Also, this is Vegas, the homeless population is off the chain, as we said in the 80's. Human defecation, trash tossing, water hydrants being cracked open with water spilling everywhere (talk about no water when this town catches fire) and car break-ins are everywhere, and this slumlord only cares about the feral cats. Clearly part of the leaf blower's instructions is to scare the feral cats. Scaring away feral cats with a leaf blower is like scaring away a homeless man with a leaf blower is like scaring away trash from the left to the right, from the right to the left. Clearly the only reason for the leaf blower is to make noise... which by law is harassment. Also, in the state of Nevada, as I recently learned from three different animal control agencies, cats are legally considered free-roaming animals. Cat ladies unite! Fist pump. A person can be taken to court for animal abuse if the try "ridding" feral cats and I have y'all on video-o-o.
Look, Las Vegas isn't perfect. The best we can do is just mind our business. I feed the cats. I am a stray cat. I AM A STRAY CAT. I've been a stray cat since my divorce beginning in 2012. I was a lone stray cat before I got married and I'll be one until the day I die. Now that I know feral cats are legally protected, I am the public defender of free roaming cats. their fight is my fight. I much rather live in a world of cats than men. Case in point...
Last week the sweetest grey kitty was abandoned or dumped in front of my building unit. Someone's pet. Why people do this I have no idea. Don't get a pet if you can't or won't love it and care for it until the day it dies. Nonetheless someone dumped this gorgeous grey kitty. My next door neighbor and I were caring for the kitty but she already has a house of cats at night and so this kitty was free roaming and not doing well especially at night as you can imagine. It's below 35 degrees at night though this grey kitty a main coon with a ton of fur. I have housemates or I would have had the kitty inside. Still, I did the best I could for her. I cared for her for about five days but then that mentally disturbed leaf blower guy scared her to death followed by losing a cat fight with one of the black cats I call the Montgomery's. So grey kitty blamed me for both leaf blower and black cats and ran off to the neighbors two doors down which was probably all for the best. So that happened.
AND
I recently had food poisoning for three days last week. It was bad on the first day. I don't believe in coincidences do you. Maybe someone's dupe, someone's Star Trek red shirt "might" have had a hand in my sickness. For my troubles however God made sure I was properly compensated, and I thank Him. Setting up cameras in my room.
Out here you find out who the two-faced enemies are right quick. They're terrible at methodical thought or simple thought for that matter. God knows all. God sees all. He punishes the wicked. When the wicked die there is literally Hell to pay. For you younger generations, the red shirts who went on Star Trek danger missions never came back from the danger zone with Kirk and Spock. They were always "unalived" as your generation says.
Like I said earlier, Las Vegas is a cowboy town. I'm a cowboy. I'm a 1980's hesher really but I can cowboy. I'm currently window shopping a gun purely for protection. It's been a while since I held a gun but it needs to happen. There's a war going on. Can't have every leaf blower in Nevada thinking he can do early morning stalker drive-by's and random roll ups on me. Luckily there's lots of target ranges out here. Lots and lots of target ranges. More target ranges than churches. Maybe I'll be the lady-version of Priest Monsignor Martinez, "Vaya con dios!" We protestants don't cross ourselves but I have a fancy finger gesture in mind to use as my call sign.
I would also like to mention that your fight isn't my fight. My fight isn't your fight. We may have a common enemy but for entirely different reasons. My friends come from all walks of life, shapes, sizes, and professions but the one thing we all have in common, our common denominator, is that we are thee rebellion. We are anarchists against every corrupt authority, corrupt religion, corruption on every level. Alone or together if you're getting in the ring with me get all the way in or don't bother. If you're a Christian get all the way in the ring with me or don't bother. If you're a fighter fighting the good fights get in the ring with me. Tag-team rumble from the top ropes or don't bother getting in the ring at all.
O Lord, surround us with the care of Your holy angels, that we may not fear but act confidently and compassionately, through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
The old white man doing the lawsuit came strolling by again tonight. He creeps me out so hard. Yes, the bird poop is still there. Yes, the building walls are still dilapidated. What do you want now, sir. I think he's in love with me that's why he walks past my building and lurks on me as much as he does. Sorry bud I'm chaste. You got nothing and I mean nothing I want.
January 20
The only celebration I'm recognizing on this day is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Nothing else is happening today.
The high desert winds are killing my throat and sinuses. I brought in the kitties' food and water dishes to wash and refill them but fell asleep. Also, I wanted to wait to make sure Mr. leaf blower wasn't going to come around and blow everything to Kingdom Come like he did last time. When I woke up from my nap, I put new kitty food and water dishes outside and saw someone had put a single kernel of kitty food on top of the trashcan shelter. Either kitties are getting smarter or one of the cat people were like, "Where's their food? Hello. reminder. Food please." (sigh)
Last night was the first time in a long time a neighborhood I lived in felt like a neighborhood. It was really nice. As the sun was setting kids were outside playing. Adults were being social and kind. I met one of the guys who feeds the cats in the dunes. He doesn't live in the neighborhood anymore, but he still comes by occasionally with a giant bag of kitty food to feed the colonies. Such a sweet man. He said he would have 25 kitties in his home during the winter at night and let them back out in the morning. I would totally do that, but I have housemates. I wish I could have kept the loving grey kitty that came around mewing last week but I couldn't. I didn't want to upset my housemates. I need to sell a script ASAP and move out.
I have an idea for a cat Documentary: Feral cats of Las Vegas. I need to find the motivation. I'm a little sad about the grey cat to be honest. The look in her eyes the last time I saw her after the black cats attacked her was like, "How could you betray me like this!" But I can't run to her every time she needs something. I did that with stray cat Buddy when I lived downtown in 2018 and look how that ended. He's no doubt dead now. Outdoor cats on average live at most five years. I loved him so much. How can humans hate cats? How can humans not live and let live.
It is war.
January 21
I received news yesterday that an old friend from a time and place long ago has died. The last time I saw him, John, was in 2002 at a Brazilian restaurant and bar called LA VA LEE. We were there to support our friend Marco who was gigging that night. I loved my LA VA LEE nights. My friend Claudia took me there and introduced me to Marco who was a dear friend of hers and her (then) husband. Marco introduced me to John and seeing Marco play at LA VE LEE became a regular thing. In 2002 I had grown weary of being single going out to bars and nightclubs. I wanted to be married. One night will be the last night you go to a particular spot and that last night I saw John, Claudia, and Marco at LA VA LEE was the night. I can still remember hugging John and both of us saying, "Keep in touch. Let's get together soon." I can still remember his long blonde hair brushing against my arms as I hugged him and then unknowingly, we said goodbye for the last time. I met my husband a few months later and started a new life. That was back in 2002. Since hearing about John's death all these senses and feelings have come rushing back. Places and people I haven't thought about since 2002. I hope John lived happy.
There's a game I play to keep my brain sharp especially since my stroke. There are a few online games I play actually but one in particular has these cards with a very distinctive color purple on them that remind me of a card game I played when I was like five years old. I don't remember the name of the card game but it had to do with constructing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The purple on my online cards reminds me of the jelly image on the card game I played as a child. It's the exact same color purple and the fact I can only remember the color purple of the jelly but not how the game was played has been driving me insane for months now. (This is how my brain works.)
It seems every time someone I used to know dies or whenever something reminds me of my childhood I go deep into my brain-palace and unlock chambers I haven't been in since, well, some of them since the 80's.
Remembering John takes me way back to 1992-2002. The friends I kept from that time are people who went through the same parallel changes. Real world somber changes. Some friends didn't change with us. Some friends got left behind or perhaps we were the ones who got left behind. Our group of friends didn't know "rockstar" John Sykes, we knew sober John who drank cranberry juice who was going through a divorce and who took pleasure with his friends doing simple things like going out to eat and seeing other people play in small clubs out of the "rockstar" arenas. I'm sure I'll be having lots of, "I remember that" memories of John for the next few days, weeks. His death really hits home for some reason. Recalling better simpler days, perhaps. My increased thyroid medicated has helped clear my train of thought. Hashimoto's is only affecting my brain right now and since my stroke I am very mindful of my level of clarity. I get mentally lost a lot less with the increased dosage of medication.
John was only 65 years old. Cancer, it's being reported.
Goodbye John. I hope you lived happy.
I better shower now before I go down this three-to-five-day psychological rabbit hole of memories. I will definitely need a spiritual cleanse after this.
God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
--Job 16:11
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