6:30 p.m.
F.C.O..I
I have 9 Face Book Requests.
23-4-2017….
23-4-10…1 O
W-D.J…A O.
( W.. Will… D Desire)
Double V VV D.J…Di Jay A to O.E Eternity…
4-23-1O..
D-W..1 O
Double V A to O.E.I.H.I.E…
Double Victory of the 5th Dimension Alpha to the Full Circle of Symmetrical Perfection of Eternity Infinite Harmony
From Room 5A 51 the Full Circle has Expressed Individually
Bed from Bed 5-006, Then from Left and from the Right outwards, then back to the Center.
H.I.E…HI 5 Emeka.
Harmony is by Example…
Harmony is Individual Expression…
7:04 P.m.
G/O/D
And that is the meaning of God… G.OO.D
74 11 28…
Not the W.OO.D.S.
A man a youth of Asian Chinese descent is ahead of me in Line..
They ask him his name.. David says… And for the first time Eric one of the severs annoyed at me for correcting his familiarity because he charged me 212 for coffee in stead of 2 67 usd..
Asks me my name…
Such a petty world.. everywhere I go… such pettiness..ego distorted…
And Yes. I am translating as I go along, I am NOT stating..
I am Linking and Reading and then typing it as I go along…
Almost like an E.T Stenographer having to read An Equation which keeps on linking to me.
Has anyone, I mean anyone.. imagined for just as moment that I am and have been telling the absolute truth, and that I realLy am this person, this Being..
And what it might like to feel like, being treated like this?
Lured into a Room, after you find out 11 years ago that your memories and way of being is relevant to all Humanity but that you have been treated in such a way, lured into the worst possible..
7:11p.m.
…situations just to prove It, but really evolve Universe and Existence using expression typed on designated devices from E-Mails to I phones and to computers.
To know that you are the Creator and that you are moving Everything and Energizing Everything in Exisence and being compelled through a set up to prove it by doing the Homework of the People of the planet and the ancestors.
Conned.
All because it is the Literal End of the World.
The Pens Up! on Humanities Existence in Time and that all papers must been submitted by 2012, as to what is the meaning of Existence…
Why you are here.
Do you.. or can you even begin to imagine what I am feeling?
Being so Cheated of my own Life and Existence and Experience of being in the World, that I have been conned into solving the Equation Riddle of my Own Creation by The Room and the Librarian?
To do this work, for a Species who have no empathy or compassion because their disbelief or desire that I do this task manifest it overshadows their sense of Right or Wrong..
Fair.
And in the most hideously insulting conditions?
I mention this more and more often, because the more I see the reality of my Truth being expressed and experienced around me as resoundingly true… The more I pause in Incredulity.
Saint Carlos is sitting in front and opposite of me, both our computers are facing each other.
His Blue same make as mine bought by Jonn and Donna.. J.D..
10 4… 14…N…Line.
His a more updated model but both H.P.
He is wearing a Hoody, very well cut and of superior quality in powder gray.
On it are the words, All Play and No Work
I asked him about it, he says no he does not believe it possible.
So I explained that Life and all things we do should be Play…
Not work.
He just told me that he is 18 years old…
I have been incredulous every day for 6 months, and for the last 12 years, Everyday…
Incredulous from the post of each day, the comments I respond to on my page.
I watch as everything began to move around me to the Will and through the Will and Desire.. D.W… Todays Date.
I watch it in the building, the Room. the movement of people…
Bed 5009, his name is Anthony.
I walked up to him where he has been lying in bed most of the for the last two days.
Today I went down for Dinner, an observed Rosario and Raheem sitting at the mess table.
I saw Anthony move to a table that I had intended to sit.
Most of the guys believe stand offish but not snobbish.
And many of them act out like petulant little girls.. ( really) as they seek my attention, only because they are curious and believe I have money, something they can gain from me.
Harsh, no that has been my honest experience, and Adam whose birthday it is today commented a few days ago at how people converge around me when I eat.
I am not the only one who buys food, most do and there are some richer than others…
And they all get state benefits…
I live of the contributions of mainly Nenad M. Djurdjevic and Ezeufonna Ifennanna Nnaemeka… Yes the N line.
If it had not been for them, I would have left the play and Work a long time ago.
I prefer making my own money.
And always have earned my own way…
This experience, being made totally reliant on others was one of my greatest fears as a youth. The very notion drove me to start working and by the time I was in my 3rd year in University, I had my own Company and was lecturing in the State University while myself still in University.
I am sitting by the Woods section of the Star Bucks.. I have never liked Star Bucks, I prefer private corner cafes.
But now I loath them, particularly this one…
Human taint and destroy everything, and despite the People I have met here…Who 3 of them I sincerely like, how can I ever interact with them on a personal level when there is really nothing personal.. no real Human connection?
I solve the riddles of their lifes, and existences whether they are aware of it or not, I charge the peoples Engines, fill the up with fuel and off they each go leaving me in the dust..
Eating Dust, eating Shit… almost literally.
They know nothing about me, nor have they asked.
Just as my Face Book Friends, many who I feel sincere affection for, and many whom I fell in love with, but was then forcibly reminded that I was Falling in Love with something which I recognized, apart of myself and a part of themselves that I already knew in the fifth Dimension.
7:51 p.m.
What a Delight I have always had in being me,
I never had that desire to wish to be anyone else but myself, even as a child.
I have admired people and wished to emulate certain qualities but to be like some else…
No I really loved being me…
I liked who I was, am which made it easier to evolve myself…
It was fun, not work that this became.
Where this world and people have made it being a Nightmare, an Existential nightmare being me.
And I realized today, that I have really learned something I never known before…
Hate.
How much I truly hate you deep inside, this other you for making being me, such a horrific experience.
But lets be fair…
I laugh…
Excuse me… Fair…
My Mother once barked at me when I was a Youth..
The World does not care for Honorable intentions..
it does not care..!
It had stayed with the rage and hurt in her voice.. and naked fear for me..
She would come into me room weeping, Emeka the World is going to Destroy you… and she would break down in sobbing…
I had replied quietly that the importance thing was that I cared about being Honorable… it was and is who I am.
And the World will not destroy me…
But It would appear that that is all my experience of the World has been, the incessant desire even in those who have said they love me.. to see me fall..
Something which mystified me, when all I wished was everyone to rise, so that I could Shine without having to feel I must hold back all the things I had learned, polished refined and wished to show off and celebrate..knowing that it was not serious at all.
So that I could be as Nature depicts, a Male Peacock
*Will, the one who just finished his Phd Dissertation walked over to me…
He told me that he has been working on it for 6 1/2 years…!
And now it has been submitted for review…
Wait a doggone second… I have been here in the Shelter of Delta Manor for 6 months and a week or so…
And I submitted my Thesis to the Invisible Visible world on how I would manifest the Awakening in 2010…
7 6…
And I wrote the story of the Origins of the Species ( and in the correct manner as a Story with Codes…which reflect age of Imagination to age of Order, I.O, to 5 Expression and Reason 5 6.. of a Vision 7 which was where it first started from.. not 123… But 7- 12356..of 8910..10…
8:10 p.m.
My Thesis has been Under Review, my Plan E.T…
and the challenge was Do It, Prove it into Existence…
Enders Game…
All a Con to make me do what they could not do…
Yes, I noticed it today, the way I react and respond to people here at the Shelter, around me, from the past to the present…
That though I am polite, and many of them who have convieiently forgotten or glossed over my expressions, my appeals, my even crying out over the years to help me carry this load for Your Sakes.
Who spoke such malice behind my back, that my mother could not leave her house in Nigeria for all the gossip.
The same I observed here as people I knew and never did anything to except move forward in this propulsion..
* Now will you look at that…
A man besides me just exclaimed…
San Carlos has left and I am now at the Metropolitan side of the cafe under the Picture… I am sitting under the End part which looks out to the street from the window- under 100 K.G.S…
Kristen Green.. Keith Grant… Elizabeth Clarizio…
and 3 69…
He just exclaimed that Gabriel Garcia Marquez just died.
He was one of my favorite authors as a Youth…
100 Years of Solitude…
Since it was first published in 1967, One Hundred Years of Solitude has been translated into 37 languages and has sold more than 30 million copies.[2][3][4] The novel, considered García Márquez’s magnum opus, remains widely acclaimed and is recognized as one of the most significant works in the Spanish literary canon.[5]
He completed it in 1966.
The piece in my Journals Talking To The Silence in which I write of my Experience at the Garden at the isle St Louis which recalls the actual experience there in the present time and at the same time, the experience of First Sexual Exploration of Self and Creation, was called The Garden of Solitude.
It was a piece written so disturbing and yet comical that my Editor had been horrified by what I had experienced and yet hypnotized by my translation of the that Experience.
That sentiment which exploded out of me of Solitude so acute and Heart Breakingly Tragic and Heroic at the same time…
I was 25, and I would go there to find peace and loose myself in its beauty only to find myself accosted surrounding my men cruising each other.
And their incredulity at my being there and they surrounding me and their fear and hunger.. desire for my youth and beauty.
One approached me, and I was so tired to stricken and dismayed I had not fought him off as the first tenattively came closer and almost with reverence unbuttoned my shirt…
I did nothing, I was too tired, too stunned that even there I had no respite from the Vision and the Events of my life…
And the reverence in him was true as if he was worshiping my nude torso…
Until he finally snapped out of his trance and roared in rage,
Give it to me, give me this beauty which you do not know how to use to take advantage of, Give it to me he roared and he tore at me and my clothes..
And for a moment I let him, their were tears in my eyes, pity for him- as I offered him my Beauty which had brought me only pain…
Until his savagery, the savageness of his cry and the others swarmed around me, pulling at my cloths…
Until I broke away from them.. for I am not a statue…
I am strong…
And I walked away…
And the next day I returned.
It is one of the most terrible expressions of Existential Solitude I have ever penned.
And I went there again and again until I was almost one of them- to understand their experience…
But I could not…
At at the end of the Piece. what I can only describe as the embodiment of the Garden of Solitude, took me under his wing when I would come to the Garden.
No one tried to accost of Take me’…
They left me alone…
And I was able to mediate on what had brought me there in the first place..
The Ducks swimming in the Siene..
For the Ilse St Louie is a small Island in the center of Paris,
The riddle of the Ducks who swam in the water. moving silently on the water, ferociously paddling their feet under the water unseen by the observer.
-For all you could see was their gliding effortlessly on the surface and at the apex of a trail they left behind of ripples elegant silky ripples on the Still Pool reflections…
My reflections.
When I solved the riddle.. Existential Death embodied..
Knew that I would not be lost like the other desperate men who came here at night, and under the cover of night.. debased them selves let loose desires which made me look away not in disgust.. but in literal physical pain at what had been done to Mens Will and Desire…
To know thy self.
8:48 p.m.
Full Circle… Contd.
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