by
Jaye B.
Greetings All,
Quite the full moon/solstice blast this time around. In the aftermath of it today, I went to cop some shade at Albertson’s parking lot-which is about as sketchy as can be with the highest concentration of drug amok, human garbage in the entire town roaming around. In the grocery store, I saw on the front page of a paper that a homeless woman was murdered by some guy last Wednesday in the park I camp in. When I saw the murderer’s mug shot, I immediately recognized him being the one that banged on my side window one day, begging me to give him a ride. But I started the car and took off without him.
I then drove to the highway side of the park, wondering why I didn’t see any CSI crew that day, as I was there when it happened, but far over on the west side. Parking in some shade, I started praying for the decedent, because I sensed she was struggling on the astral plane, as most who die traumatically do.
Then this guy on a beaten bike came up to me and said, “I knew that woman that was murdered the other day.”
“I was just praying for her salvation, I swear.” I said and held up my bible for him to see. Prior to him crashing my parking space,I had been reading psalm 34:7 :
The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.
“F’ing paper said she was homeless. Bullshit. She was loaded.” Randy said, clutching onto what looked like a giant vape. (APU w/ homeless people: apply the yes, no, maybe so approach in regards to them telling the truth.)
My new friend then OxyContin unloaded, so I went into neutral and closed my sacral energy center down and brought my bio-field close to my body to prevent him from draining me. I got an entire genealogy going all the way back to Civil War days from my new, tooth deficient friend. Finally seeing that he wasn’t going to take any of my departure hints, I started up my car and took off and am now back at my site in 104° temps. I’d rather deal with the nausea inducing heat than his pain med rant. (Pain medders recycle their stories just like drunks do, only much more rapidly.) Once settled, I resumed praying for discernment and saw the demon network that the murderer was plugged into and him being MK’d into doing the crime. Whenever I pray for discernment the Lord tends to give them to me immediately and which I’m very grateful for.
Such as described above has made me profoundly thankful for the level of angelic protection I receive and as I think of it, the murderer one night was on a bicycle eyeing me up from about 40 yards away. My situational awareness helped me catch it and I immediately went into my car and put the key in the ignition until he veered off enough and was no longer a threat.
-JSYK, I am officially laying Reset News to rest. I waste way too much time and energy on it and get so little in return. Such is the case w/ most bloggers I know, as people expect us to entertain and inform them for free. (I also have people expecting me to show them how to write for free. ) I won’t take the blog down for now as I need to back up many a post before I do. I’m bowing out because the vibe on Substack is horrible as some CCP AI has taken it over. Also, it feels like 95% of my readers are nothing but deadweight who never share or restack the posts or click on the links I provide or bother to comment. The most disgusting of all is when I posted a profound video of Linguistic Wave Genetics being used to heal a child with Down’s syndrome. It received zero views the first time I bothered posting it, nor any shares or restacks.
I’m really grateful for the small percentage of you who have helped out. I still plan on putting out a newsletter for you. I would do it on Substack but I’d have to fire up paid subscribers feature which uses evil, usurious Stripe, so that’s not an option. The only other option is to come and hang out with me and I’ll read away from my ongoing travelogue and/or play my guitar. BTW, I’ll still read, share, restack and like posts from Substack bloggers I care about.
With the increase in time and energy, I plan on devoting it to prayer seeing how many are in need of it. God told me to stop writing and I’m listening to him. He arranged everything that happened described above today and it has been a real wake up call indeed, inspiring me to plan on taking off and finding a safer place to camp, if at all possible any longer.
Thanks again to those of you who care. You are in my prayers as always.
Blessings,
Jaye B.
p.s. If you have any prayer requests please let me know because the most heartening thing for me is when prayers are answered such as is oft occurring at present time.
©2024-Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
Everything good always goes :/
I have some stuff to write about this post, but maybe not here? Let me know what you prefer.
A friend of mine asked for prayers for a little boy of four named Mathew B. who is suffering from a botched heart surgery. Now I'm asking you.
You're right about SS. How I detest those initials. I am getting messages from subscribers who tell me they are no longer getting email notifications of my posts.
All platforms are flattened eventually. By design. To deflate us and conform us.
Thank you, Jaye.