First, in the spirit of a more peaceful nation, let it be known that I live in a large suburb of Canada a little north of Ohio. Some people call my location ‘Michigan’.
The last time I went to downtown Detroit, I was on my way back to my rental in Charlotte after a few days in the northern suburbs trying to re-establish some sort of roots system in my life by deciding to build a new home. When an ant hill gets destroyed, you never see them cry as they rebuild.; they just do it. Maybe ants believe in Nike commercials. I , on the other hand,am now trying to rebuild after a family tragedy(unjustified divorce) is a good reason to cry on occasion, and requires restocking your memory bank when so many memories have to be eliminated or transferred from ‘ good’ to ‘bad’ subdivisions in the conscience. If you pull a shell out of the sand on the beach, the hole created by its removal fills in with something eventually. It seems that’s how the brain works too. In my last visit to downtown Detroit early in 2012, I felt like I had to try to make sense out of past dreams, thoughts and look for a lifeline to hold onto. In hindsight, the small land gap between former Badger hockey players investments and Major League Baseball investments ended up as a huge gap between cruelty and kindness. Cruel employees of Chris Chelios’s tavern collected money but had no compassion and had lost their sight to assist someone hurting inside and chose to attack verbally. A short escape to a branch of Bud Selig’s mentality known as the parking lot of the Detroit Tigers gave me time enough to regroup and prepare to return to Charlotte with the spirit of a weak woman with strong trust in only few people, who is still trying to maintain holiness.
After a good morning of hockey in Macomb on December 26, 2013, deciding to go back to Detroit was unplanned, so I will say I was ‘Spirit led’. I put on my best custom Maverick 243 jersey and took the long drive down Gratiot Avenue. After cashing a check from ‘my supporters’, I went on a mission trip in the spirit of Saint Stephen. A small intentional drive on Edgewood street led me to the sighting of a young man smiling as he was shoveling snow outside of his very humble house. The Shannon Hendrikson Wahl types who went to Edgewood College in Madison Wisconsin do not have the deep roots that I do when it comes to seeking areas that need kind and courageous checks instead of playing false Christian coupled with cowardice. There still is no other way to describe Detroit other than as post-war Atlanta,Georgia which was ruined by United States racists and hatred, just as Coleman Young types ruined Detroit and now MGM gambling joints take in food money and return nothing but a seared conscience to the customer. Eventually Atlanta rebounded without the help of Vivian Leigh and Clark Gable. The other aspect of understanding how evil our monetary system is when you realize that fools spend billions of dollars rebuilding houses that are unoccupied most of the time on a beachfront after hurricanes rather than help another family that has lost their home due to hatred and has to start over getting financially robbed, which is the sin that hangs on the necks of attorneys and those who did not split assets in a just manner. I am a family of 1, and I did lose my house and am financially unstable from an assets vs. debt view due to hatred, not due to natural disaster. Having more than 1 house is like being double minded and I really think it leaves you unstable in your spiritual ways. Children of divorce know all too well how having two houses with different sets of rules makes life unbearable at times and violence is often expected as people war over what they do not have or what was taken unrighteously. Like the break up of the tribes of Israel, broken families often are more of the cause of wars than 2 strangers in an impoverished area.
Hockey is still a type of ‘house’ to me that contains many family members. Going back to the Joe Louis Arena to buy a ticket for another mission trip on March 7 was more fun than wasting thousands of dollars to go to France where people choose to be more lascivious than the Jezebel Cher who is preparing to bring her reprobate behavior into my ‘turf’. Should she become the victim of a brutal rape, I would have no sympathy on her, as she promotes evil and sexual immorality. I rather watch Brian Boucher than Cher for a good offense show. One good seed comes in the form of Marie Elizabeth Swedowski, and another bad seed comes into the same Michigan turf. Cher’s seed will not corrupt my seed, it just makes it harder to get the proper nutrients, even if the nutrients are in the form of a good salary, because fools empty their pockets to the demonic world rather than help a saint continue to impact a broken down war zone. I’m not going to deceive anyone; I do want to see Jaromir Jagr at work in enemy territory. An interesting pagan at worst, a hidden stone of Israel at best, Jaromir Jagr should put on a better show of reasonable works than Kevin Hermening playing Satan in a Wausau Wisconsin anti-Moses assembly. The area that the Joe Louis Arena is in is like trying to find one drawbridge into a some out of Outlaw Clubhouse that has a concrete moat system around it. The architecture in the area looks like an Arne Sultan set up intended to make you laugh rather than admire any real intelligent design. What I though might have been a luge or bobsled run let some tram slither over it, and the tube with round windows…. I still have no idea what it’s for. Parking is more ‘difficult’ than I was when trying to get Marathon County sheriff’s employees to do the work they swore to do. Planning ahead or familiarizing yourself with an area before it is thrown into a temporary population explosion due to a sporting event is a good idea, which is why I went to the ticket office to buy a ticket instead of ordering one online. I saw Fedorov inside, and took a picture of his picture. It actually was a 3D version of him if you consider the very thin coat of paint as having a depth dimension and possibly even value attached to it. I donated one of my past spiritual hockey team rosters that was on a Sugar Crisp cereal box as a boxing day card for my adversary, Chris Chelios. I deposited it in the Waste Management slot (garbage can) near the security guard booth, and the guard was very polite and even had a sense of humor.
I had no idea the Pizza Bowl was the main draw in Detroit that night. Crossing Don Adams Street, I saw Pitt Panther fans with a Fitzgerald1. It was like seeing cousins without a submarine to block my view. Panther talk is not Brad Pitt stupidity, and it was like seeing the dental branch of Tortorella Fiztgerald Ford pop up in the Feline house at the Humane society. It had that ‘Smart Fuhr Wisdom Tooth Pam Puls Left Outer Darkness Chocolate’ D scent to it. I walked into Cheli’s Chili Bar for my next spiritual boxing round. I think I said something like ‘I came to see what the Greek Pig dogs are doing.’ Greeks are not the smartest pile in the house of Gomer. After learning the local employee language on my last mission trip, I had no problem calling his waitress a ‘bitch’. The unknown employee did not react, so I suspect she does not view herself as a clean animal in the Noah system. I ordered the best beer, a Pabst, told the male bartender to ‘blue moon it’ and he added a First Fruits orange belt slice to it. This was my Milwaukee DARE team reminder and should have sent topaz high2 Simeon alert into their Charm’s Blow Pop brains. The $3 price seemed like the Pentagon had set an inflated tax rate on it, so I paid $4 in quarters, adding to the vocal section ‘Detroit really needs some more quarter backs.’ Who knows, maybe Chelios raised prices as a secret Santa Domingo fund raiser to help me, a fellow Badger, get out of debt. The best conversation was with a Michigan father and his single son from Theinsville. With his AJ Hawk trash talk game on full Forte, the father was conducting a gravity test above his head with a Green Bay hat. He referred me to some jazz club, while his son and I talked Milwaukee suburban White92 way. I do believe I said, in the spirit of Elijah, that Jerry Jones should get hung up by his testicles and get eaten by the Baltimore Ravens. This comment may have been well received at the possible top secret Kwanza party in progress. Of course, my Lightning quick true grit route brought me in for Martin St. Louis’ birthday. Maybe my return to Cheli’s did not have the media attention that Eric Lindros had when he returned to play hockey in Philadelphia, but I hope I was entertaining angels, even if one of the angels is me, ‘Little ole miss Marie’. Returning when you are mentally Volvo tough is better than returning when you are as shaky as an Avalanche zone. I left unashamed in my Souray jersey and hope I put many things into proper perspective in the church of Pergamos zone.
From thence, I went to judge in the midst of the living, the dead beef from the dead pork. In the spirit of Dan at a nice BBQ joint eastward, my waitress reminded me of a Woman named Denise Ashe who used to work at 2510 in Wausau. She had a better attirude than Lynn Snyder when it came to appreciating her most recent financial supporter. On my short walk over to the BBQ R.U.B. joint, a local squad car pulled up on the left and did not arrest me for disorderly conduct. Small but precious in my site, is a squad car not on an emergency run in a tough city. I think I ended up in a chubby bunny bread zone coverage, and actually indulged in the high calorie local cuisine. I had Howe Now Brown Cow Brisket over Texas Yost toast, Basting Turkey Bowling Green greens and Yam Macomb style. I deposited several cups of coffee into my internal bronchial branch office instead of seeking out ‘Spasmoderm'(the French version of pain killers). I noticed and so ordered a Strongbow, which was listed just above Third Shift beer. Strongbow has been my usual and customary cup of remembrance for my 1st child, Qeset. The bar code 6689591000 is interesting:66, the number of days you should refrain from sex after giving birth to a female,8, as is Chet Ulickey,95 as in a 360 van and squad fashion, and the solid 91 boldly set when no other number will do… then the 000, triple 0 Z is for Zelma and Zechariah unseen Greek 8 ball reminder of Asher, who made Leah happy. They were no longer selling beef ribs, but I guess very few people really understand what a good cook is: you cook that which is clean, not unclean. The right to choose my food is not taken for granted, and unlike the foolish words of Peter Berg, the violent and explosive toting military systems are not producing heroes. Military employees are like a zero cribbage hand, or ’19’, which is seven short of the proper YHVH=26 rod of Iron position. Getting over that troop mindset is what Gad is all about. Killing and being trained to kill is not the mark of a saint, it is the mark of a beast. Those in the paid military are equivelent to a chicken in a Michael Vick illegal combat event, and are less likely to save a life spiritually than a German Shepherd who has been trained by a good police department. Countries that build up to try to overpower are as foolish as Nimrod increasing levels on the Tower of Babel. In order to achieve the status of a good spiritual leader, you have to reject guns, receive grace to do that which is lawful, and not hide behind computers trying to pinpoint areas that are morally better than Nashville Tennessee and destroy them with USO shows and Super Bowl half time Janet Jackson trash.
On the way out of town, a stop for some orange roughy just off of 7th and Gratiot was a local drop in the fish bucket ball game. YOu can buy legal crack there, but it is cracked corn intended to coat dead meat, not a drug intended to leave you so poor or mentally retarded that you end up homeless and are under the Gestapo medical system in the USA, where you have no rights, no chance of healing, and possibly think going around naked is acceptable, even if not in front of movie studio employees. I was under the Gestapo system several times here in the USA, and the self=proclaimed greatest nation is not a good nation. Do not let down your guard and let the Spirit of Stephen the Martyr let you continue to prophesy to the pagan, leaven filled politicians and bankers of way too much money as well as to the downtrodden show shoveling lost sheep. A few tears again as headed northbound toward my lonely but comfortable mansion in Macomb.
Being deeper than the superficial is not easy but may be a blessing when you realize the enemy might be your own flesh and blood due to the seed of his evil father.
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‘When the Chief Shepherd shall appear…’ it might be Abel. David knew how to repent and may have loved God much after he was forgiven much, like the adulterous woman. While I can learn from David’s writings, I still have to go back to the Books of Moses for my foundation, as does anyone who sees more sense in investing in non-gambling businesses near Detroit than in Miami Beach or Malibu, California. As I watched a puck last night in my local church (The Onyx Stone Cold Church of Joseph Friday Knight Livewell Fish) of , I said the puck was like the eye of a hurricane. In and of itself, it is very calm, but the agitation around it can be very dangerous.
Chemistry 4: ‘If you lose the 132 which is the PUCK, the audience might say you 133, which means you SUCK.’ Thumbsuckers aren’t the worst problem in the world. 2 Thumbs up, like Reuben and Naptali, the good RN system, if you protect your body instead fighting over a rubber slice.
A weapon that kills a holy person is less dangerous than the media that allows the unsaved to live surrounded by indecent and immoral conduct. Struggle to be born again, and avoid the Zondervan lines that belittle and adulterate the message of Noah, Jeremiah and John the Baptist. Christmas is not a holyday, it is a pulled pork day that draws you farther and farther away from the Truth every year you raise it up instead of lifting up the Torah scrolls.
Subjective Scrutiny Of Mindsets 