Okay, Wilson. I made it out of California and have had some time to put some things into perspective, so I’d like to write you another bit about the California 20-something hot chick matriarchal misandrist movie star extravaganza. I’m coming to the end of writing about this. I think I may actually be coming to the end of writing things down in general. There doesn’t seem to be much of a point. But I do have you, Wilson. You pay attention. You’re interested. So I have a little story to tell you.
The story itself isn’t really that interesting. It might be, if it did not come on the heels of the previous installments of my titanically awful nightmare about the multiple attacks of the Lilith women that I experienced living in a co-op full of spectacularly beautiful twenty-something year-old girls who I wound up sharing a roof with during my time in Los Angeles. You’ve read the posts about those, Wilson. This one will just be more of the same, though this time I am not going to concentrate so much on the event itself as on the cast of characters involved, and on the philosophical ramifications of the whole mess.
Before getting into the event and its perpetrators, however, I want to remind you of a few things about myself. I’m going to try to illustrate the presence of spiritual powers by the trail they leave and by the patterns that this presents, so then not only am I going to want to describe the other actors in this story, but exactly what I have going on will be relevant.
So first, I’ll remind you that the whole “mad prophet” moniker I give myself has always been a literary identity. I do not claim to have any superpowers from heaven or any such thing. I’ve been writing for quite a while now how meaningful coincidences, “synchronistic events” as they are called by the Jungian psychological community, can be understood to be evidence that the universe is not the product of random chance, or even the law of probability, but rather that it is organized by infinite intelligence, and to boot, that it is related to and reacts to human consciousness. Important for this story, however, is that nobody really knows that this is what I am on about.
All of my musings on this subject are limited to my book, self-published on Amazon, and for which I have done absolutely no marketing whatsoever, as well as this blog, which contains only drafts of crazy blog posts that I show to friends and family, which have absolutely no search optimization and virtually no tagging. I have effectively no social media footprint.
My various depictions of angels and demons and violations of the law of probability are limited to my book and blog, which nobody has seen. As far as the world at large is concerned, I was a retired military officer riding a bicycle around Los Angeles and in town to write about superheroes.
I remind you of this because it looks like things are shaping up to tell a story about the forces of light versus darkness and about heaven versus hell yet one more time, where I am the knight of the divine, yet nothing of the sort would give anyone any indication that this is the role that I play.
As a final note about myself, the only indicator that any of these people would have that I am in any way allied with any sort of religious culture would be that I wear tzitzit, though I don’t even wear those most of the time because I am usually wearing some sort of bicycle gear or gym clothes. Nobody knows what tzitzit signify anyway. Occasionally I will mention that I am in a conversion program to Judaism, though this really shouldn’t tell anyone anything about my spirituality, as Judaism is an ethnographic-religion whose members have any sort of belief under the sun, if any belief at all. A person is more likely to convert to Judaism because of who they marry than any other personal, spiritual motivation. I do keep kosher, but with all the vegetarians around, who would know? I don’t keep the more strict standards of the rabbis about mixing meat with dairy, and I don’t much care what has been in my pots and pans, etc. I just don’t eat pork, shellfish, or exotic birds. There really isn’t much to identify me as some sort of holy man or anything.
Now the last several posts I have written have been about being lambasted as a dirty old man by this community of liberal, beautiful young Californians without any idea of what I may have done to deserve such treatment. There are some things that have struck me about these guys that I haven’t said before, and I want to tell you about them now.
To begin with, the start of my problems with this community originally came from a pornographic content producer. I’ve had some reservations about mentioning this previously because, honestly, I really don’t care about this sort of thing. I am not a moralist, and in fact could be found plying the streets of Tijuana’s Zona Norte cavorting with escorts just a few weeks ago. That experience became for me an emotionally powerful episode illustrating the horrors of human trafficking, an event that was most certainly arranged by God, if you ask me, but the world at large cannot by any stretch of the imagination call me a moralistic religious guy. Kids will do all kinds of crazy things when they are young. I know I did. And I suppose I am still not above that sort of thing to this day.
But here she is. My roommate, the one who started off this mad story of gossip and ostracism, calling me racist, misogynistic and transphobic because I wasn’t feminist enough for her, is in fact an Onlyfans pornographic content creator. I can’t see how she can be upset about my linking to her site because she puts it on her Instagram profile. Everyone at the co-op has to know about her activities, and if they take a look at the site, they’ll see her there having sex in various places in the co-op in which we lived.
Keep this in mind, Wilson. It wasn’t the local girlscout troop leader who set the world against me, but a porn chick. A porn chick attacked the God dude, though there shouldn’t have been any indication that I was any sort of God dude in the first place. She likely had no idea, but the spirit controlling her did.
This isn’t the only indication that there was a certain culture afoot moving people there to try to attack me. It actually took a short time before that place set itself against me. When I first got there, certain of the chicks seemed to be rather interested in me, one of them commenting how great I looked and saying that she didn’t care anything about my age.
During that initial conversation, a guy I had never met before came up to me and literally asked me if I wanted to fuck. My response was, “I’ll fuck the woman of my dreams, who I will have selected from my closest friends who I have known for a long time.”
Now this answer of mine also was not a product of any particular religious devotion, but rather that I’ve had plenty of adventures in my youth, and as I have said previously, I’m just too old to get turned on by something so boring as screwing somebody I have no connection to. However, a trajectory was being set. I apparently wasn’t down for all the sex culture that seemed to be rampant in the place. Yet the ensuing weeks would see me demonized as a predatory threat to women everywhere for sitting next to a female on a couch, for not being a matriarchal feminist, for wearing a distasteful t-shirt, etc.
I’ve written in my last few posts the treatment I received at the hands of my roommates at the co-op, but it’s the final event that I haven’t written about that has motivated me to write you this post, Wilson. After moving to the new facility as an effort to calm my nerves after the multiple waves of Lilith women complaining to the management about me at every turn with no evidence whatsoever of hostile behavior, I went back over to the first facility to pick up some items that I had left over there. I hadn’t been in the place even five minutes before one of the leaders showed up and told me I had to leave the premises as if I were a pedophile in violation of a court order to avoid playgrounds and schoolyards. I of course left immediately. The leader had apparently been alerted to my presence by a girl named Sydney, who I will tell you about below. For now, the point to note is that this is the same leader who called me a creepy old man that I described in my post about the Tengu. There are some other things that I can tell you about her.
First, this chick was preaching the power of manifestation via the Law of Attraction as described in the book “The Secret”. Now I personally have a number of opinions about that whole phenomenon that I think may be rather uncommon among Abrahamic monotheists, though given the diversity of perspective found within Kabbalah, I am not exactly sure about that. Needless to say, however, if you look at this situation in terms of the kind of story it makes, things could be seen to resemble a certain opposition one would expect to find between a prophet of the Almighty and a sorceress of Baal of some sort.
Further, she was very active with another leader in making sure the tenants of the co-op had the opportunity to gather for beachside campfire festivals in honor of the moon. Here again then, things seem to shape up to make for a kind of a story about the prophet of the Most High against the pagan witch or something. Just saying, these details line up to create a kind of a story with a certain pattern.
Next, we have the matter of my buddy Pat. So Pat is an Indian-American who was raised in a Hindu environment who had recently converted to Christianity. He had lived at the co-op for several months some time prior, during COVID, and left for a while only to want to come back. He had just been staying at the co-op for a few days while finalizing all of the details of his move. At one point this leader came up to him and caustically berated him about payment, in response to which he aggressively verbally assaulted her in response. She reported him to the management who emphatically demanded that he leave for non-payment. I had just met Pat when he was going through this. I actually saw the e-mail chain that was currently ongoing where he was trying to figure out how to use the various internet processes to make payment. I also saw his bank account, which had a LOT of money in it. Because of that, I was certain that everything would work out in the end, and I hung around with him while all this was supposed to be resolved. However, apparently due to her depictions of things, all was not okay, and he was run out of the place. So I notice her being hostile and having problems not only with me, the New Testament and Quran quoting Kabbalist Jew convert, but also with this Hindu-ish baby Christian. Again, there seemed to be a kind of a hostility between the Abraham dudes and the chick with the eastern religious pagan vibe.
Finally, this chick was offering haircuts for $15 at one point, and I took her up on it. Immediately after confirming that I’d be paying by Venmo, she nevertheless blurted at me just as she was about to begin, “you better pay me!” seemingly just out of some random spirit of hostility that had no place, particularly since I had just sent her $15 over Venmo.
So this Law of Attraction, moon worshipper chick seems to be getting deep into it with these Abrahamic monotheist guys, though she herself has had absolutely no occasion whatsoever to have any earthly idea that either of us are Abrahamic monotheists. But…maybe…the spirit that guides her knew full well who we were, and it didn’t like us at all.
Now let’s move on to another of the cast of characters. I believe it was in my post to you “The T-shirt” where I mentioned that one of the leaders was so incredibly offended by my t-shirt that he told me he planned to talk with the owner about having me flat kicked out of the place. Well, this guy was one of the leaders of the various eastern meditation classes that were going on at the co-op most every night of the week. At one point, just before I left, he was actually offering classes on such topics as remote viewing and other occult methods that are probably best explained with a screenshot.
The above looked to me to have stepped beyond the idea of meditation for calmative purposes, and at one point I sent a rather colorful message to the management that this reminded me of the endeavors of MK Ultra! I saw no further advertisements of this kind up until the point at which I removed myself from the co-op’s Slack channels after finally leaving. This leader was also cooperating with the other in arranging all the moon festivals and whatnot.
Now after moving to the other facility in the co-op before I left, I think this leader read some of my blog posts about the great mental turmoil that all of this caused me because I saw him at one point, and he reacted to me with a look of genuine compassion, understanding, and regret as he walked past me one day while I was at the other facility. I hadn’t seen any of these leaders from the first facility after I moved into the second, and that chance encounter left me with a strong impression. This was a guy known to all for meek and gentle demeanor and was understood by all to be of good character. After he knew what was going on, his reaction was completely different, but we do have the situation of a “Krishna guy” being so incredibly offended by a weird t-shirt worn by an “Abraham guy” that he was rip, roaring ready to have the Abraham dude completely kicked out of the place.
So at this point, things are kinda looking like a war between Team Abraham and Team Vedavyasa, but I am the only one who seems to be picking up on this, and to boot, since Pat was really showing no trappings of Christianity at all at that point being brand new to that faith and steeped in Indian culture himself, and I am just about the most ecclectic Jew convert type you’ll ever meet, nobody ever had any tangible reason to be opposed to us by din of our religious perspective. The only person who was aware of this pattern was me and the angels and demons running around behind the scenes influencing everyone according to their “pilot wave” or “broadforce” that governed their perspectives.
Now let’s look at one last party. Sydney. This chick was a college-aged African American girl of what I can only describe as absolutely unearthly beauty. Yeah, Wilson, it can only be a product of one’s own nightmares to be so thoroughly hated by so many members of the opposite sex of such spectacular gorgeousness. But this girl was an interesting case. It’s sorta like she was hopping back and forth as this or that spirit was guiding her actions. The whole thing reminded me of the case of Saul and David, where one minute Saul is feeling guilty about harming David, then right after goes back to hating his guts and trying to kill him. The natural explanation is that Saul had a fear of David’s claim to his throne but felt bad about being so hostile to a guy who never really did him any wrong. Yet the Bible uses this language of “and a spirit came over Saul” kind of stuff.
The next day an evil spirit of God gripped Saul and he began to rave in the house, while David was playing [the lyre], as he did daily. Saul had a spear in his hand,
1 Samuel 18:10
Thereafter Saul had moments of clarity, however.
When David finished saying these things to Saul, Saul said, “Is that your voice, my son David?” And Saul broke down and wept. He said to David, “You are right, not I; for you have treated me generously, but I have treated you badly.
1 Samuel 24:17-18
But then right after, Saul is back to hunting David again.
The Ziphites came to Saul at Gibeah and said, “David is hiding in the hill of Hachilah facing Jeshimon.” Saul went down at once to the wilderness of Ziph, together with three thousand picked men of Israel, to search for David in the wilderness of Ziph, and Saul encamped on the hill of Hachilah which faces Jeshimon, by the road. When David, who was then living in the wilderness, learned that Saul had come after him into the wilderness, David sent out scouts and made sure that Saul had come.
1 Samuel 26:1-4
I could go on with this, but you get the picture. There is this bizarre back and forth going on where Saul is hunting David for no real reason, he feels bad and makes amends, then goes back to hunting him, here and there with the language of “and an evil spirit…” The whole thing between David and Saul is quite fascinating, Wilson, but the above gives the basic flavor of it.
Now, concerning Sydney, the first time I ever heard of the chick I did not even know who she was. She actually sent a message to the leadership in my defense!
I actually never sent any flirtatious texts to anyone as far as I can remember. The only thing I can think of was that I wrote a poem to an Israeli chick with a suggestive line about her thigh. By the way, I made sure to include a reference to the thigh of a rather pre-eminent Israeli when I wrote a poem to Gal Gadot, and this famous actress has yet to report me to my landlord as a harasser, so I guess there are cool Israeli chicks out there…
But yeah, that was it for suggestive behavior from me. Now people may have told Sydney I was flirting, but there is no record of me texting anything flirtatious to anyone beyond the one instance of talking about the fashion choices of the Tengu, which may have been interpreted as flirtatious. But anyway, you can see from the above that she was not hostile to me. Now it was AFTER that message where she sent me the hostile message I showed you previously.
She goes from being my lone defender to my most vicious attacker, complete with irrational remarks about talking to 28-year olds being pedophilic and all. Absolute frothing, rabid hysteria. But that’s not all. She later sends me this:
Is this not the most precious reconciliation you’ve ever seen? That, along with the “Mr. Johnathan” thing, makes this chick melt my heart. I think I may be able to dig up a few more texts that I screenshotted before I left the co-op’s Slack account, but you get the idea. It’s just like Saul being overcome with irrational spirits of hatred, then repentance, then hatred, then repentance, etc.
And this seemed to be some kind of a trend that involved others. The “you wanna fuck” guy ended up becoming one of the cooler guys at the place, and over time a number of the dudes started thinking that what was going on with these chicks was bizarre. At one point he asked one girl, Camille was her name, what the problem was with this Bailey guy. Like, what did I actually do? I never met Camille. Never spoke to her. I pieced together who she was after I left the place. Her answer was, “I don’t know. I just hate him.”
Overall, we have a scenario developing here that only I could see. The place was overall completely dominated by a flavor of eastern religion, paganism, and promiscuity, and Pat the baby Christian with a Hindu background and Jonathan the Jew convert with all the New Testament and a dash of Quran go into this place and pretty much get run out of town through a bizarre combination of inscrutable events involving all kinds of malicious gossip on the one hand supplemented by weaknesses of our own such as my trauma from past experiences with women and Pat’s propensity to react to aggression with even more aggression. Things divide up by camp, with the meditators on one side and the God-fearers on the other, with clueless in-betweeners going back and forth depending on this or that spirit overcoming them and driving them this way and that. Yet nobody seemed to be aware of this pattern except the guy with apophenia of a Jungian sort who has cheekily been calling himself a prophet in his writings for quite some time.
There are some fascinating questions that come from contemplating this story, Wilson, and the answers that turn up are even more intriguing. The whole matter of whether I am seeing some kind of spiritual pattern that others don’t or if I am just imprinting my own complexes of persecution by evil women from opposing religions is at the fore. I have been meaning to come back and edit this post with extensive commentary about this issue. It’s actually why I decided to write it out in the first place.
We have basically two ways of looking at things. The first is what I’ll call the psychological model (projection: we see things as we are) or eastern model (the individual atman mirrors the universal atman / you are the universe and are going to see yourself everywhere, your hopes, your fears, all that). The second is what I call the theistic model (the universe is determined by infinite living intelligence to constitute a story with meaningful patterns that we observe as a kind of a spiritual overlay to the mundane way of looking at things).
I have chosen to describe these events using the second model, as I believe that is the best model with which to relate an underlying meaning behind the events. I’d wanted to come back to this post and provide a justification why I have done so, but at this point I think that doing so should constitute a post of its own, if I ever get around to writing one. I’m getting tired of this sort of writing, Wilson. The whole thing was supposed to be a real-time description of the meaning of a trip to Israel that ultimately ended in failure, and I just sort of kept on writing without aim. Ultimately I produced some of the most incredible blog posts that I think I ever will, but I think things can only go down hill from there, so I am reviewing my approach to all this.
For now, I’ll say that there are some interesting effects of this way of looking at things. For instance, why are entire countries thousands of miles removed from Israel, such as Morocco or Algeria, so rife with entire populations who can think of nothing else but the absolute elimination of anything to do with the state of Israel, to include the elimination of her entire population? Surely the plight of the Palestinians is but one of many perceived injustices experienced by Muslims all over the world. Nobody seems to care much about the Chinese concentration camps for the Uyghur Muslims. But Israel must be eliminated to the last man. Or thus you hear on the streets of Tangier.
It’s like there is a broadforce, or a pilot wave, or demons, driving people to do what they do. Think about that for a while, Wilson. I may come back to this issue to sort out matters of my own traumas and psychology versus pilot waves from heaven and hell defining the look of human history at some point in the future. But for now, I just want to leave this with you to whet your appetite. If I don’t get the rest into writing, just ask me about it. I’ll be glad to talk with you the next time we get together. I hope you’re doing well.