WHY I SHARE MY STORIES

 In the last post, I shared a story about a manager that SAFO'd bigtime!

Last time I checked up on him, his LinkdIn still showed him as a beach bum in FL.  I wonder if he ever made it beyond that?  Maybe he is just living the dream.  I do not wish him ill.  I am actually grateful for the opening of my eyes to the intensely intense power of prayer and how God really does have the backs of those who do not falter in living a life modeled after His Son (at least attempting to).  I do not subscribe to Jesus as the weakling hanging emaciated on the cross.  I picture power in that event - precisely as I would have called uncle just in the hearing of what it all entailed, let alone in the enduring of just a sliver of what was endured.

Where ever I have gone, I have had to put up with a massive load of crap - and it always has to do with the Law of Chastity.  That particular Law is a real humdinger.  The implications are far-reaching as we are allowed to partner with the very God of Heaven to supply the clay vessels in which His children can come into to receive physical bodies.  What a PRIVILEGE!!  What a landmine!  It is easy for me to look back on it all fondly as a 59 year old with waning T levels, but what a fight it was to keep it all in check when the hormones were a raging...  Without a doubt, the most difficult commandment ever given to man.  I mean, go figure.  Give them enough T and drive so that they would literally kill for "it" as David found out, but a commandment to keep that all tamped down and under control while it consumes a guy pretty much every second of every day until he has a poor wife he can unload on and get some relief.

So, to put a damper on the "booty calls", the hook-ups, the ONS scenarios, is all pretty much too much for many folks - and some are driven with the need to kill to get the hated messenger out of their way.  John the Baptist messed around - and found out.  Nothing like having your head served on a platter...  All because of one itsy-bitsy commandment.  It is quite the thing.

I think about the wreckage I left at TheraTech and at Viking and even at Boeing the first time around.  The first thing I will do is start dispensing with the stories of what happens when one decides to take exception to my (God's) values, and SAFOs.  I do not do it to sound self important, I do it to protect what are (in virtually every case) unwitting victims.  The ones who lash out against me and my values - and then receive a Divine portion of the Law of the Harvest.  So far, the body count is three people who have perished when I asked to call in a favor and get relief from the withering attacks and hatred.

I marvel that these same folks generally leave the Muslims and Jews alone (similar or same value set), but the Christians and oh how lovely is the morning when they find a "Mormon" to let loose on.  It is full auto, no choke, all calibers, hunting season.  While the Extermination Order of JL Boggs is no longer in effect, it is still the same murderous spirit that pervades the hearts of many.  And it is exceptionally sad to witness - because they must yet pass through many sorrows until they are humble enough to bend the knee, just as Joseph's brothers were when they returned to Egypt with the aging Israel and his younger brother.  And how fitting to end this diatribe on Joseph.  In a land of promiscuity, it was Joseph who held his ground and stayed the temptation and who set he and his children up for an eternal prize.

SCREW AROUND AND FIND OUT

 Well, I just told my boss about the Preziosi story (when an old boss put the screws to me in order to coerce me into not getting my MBA at the U of U).  This because a foul person in our group was extorting him to shut me down so I would not end up more educated than him - and thus be able to take his position.

Mark Preziosi and I had a great relationship until the foul person (Bret Kalish - the first Jewish person I ever met), put the screws to Preziosi - who then put the screws to me by not signing my tuition reimbursement waiver.  When I refused to believe that he was reversing his position on me, Mark then doubled down and told me that I needed to "think of (your) wife and new-born baby".

Long story short, I was in shock and terribly confused and I went to my desk and prayed that Preziosi would receive the same as he gave and that his "folly would be made manifest" - or in other words - that I would be shown the specific reasons for this harsh and unexpected about face.

Well, the 62 year old manager had his eye on the 34 year old divorcee (single mom/single OOWL kid) who worked in HR.  There was a strict non-confraternization policy at what was TheraTech in the research park above the UoU.  On top of that, Preziosi had extreme limited access to what I called the "inner sanctum" which was the Class IV drug dispensing room that included testosterone, morphine, etc.  That is where they would badge in to have their liaisons.  But in order to be in that room at all, one had to be dressed to a certain level.  I seem to remember the few times I was in there, that it was tyvek, gloved and booted with tape at wrists and ankles and full hair covering.  The dispenser and the observer had to be in a positive pressure suit because testosterone and other controlled drugs could cause problems and they were disbursed down to the 0.01 gram.

Well, last time I checked - in order to have carnal relations, you had to be undressed - at least partially.  And Precious was rolling around on the dispensing counter or floor with exposed hairy sites.  Not cool...

Well, one day before I left the company to come to Boeing - the gal who hired the miserable extorter, called me into her office in tears and profusely apologized to me for having hired the rascal that she knew had caused me so much hassle.  Preziosi and his paramour had been fired and he lost his family, the house and half of his retirement that he always talked about.  His life as he knew it - was over.

So, the moral of that story is that, just because you can push someone around in the short term by bullying, intimidation and extortion, does not mean the Law of the Harvest will not extract her portion at some point in the future.

APOCALYPSE INDICATORS

 Well, I just figured out why the blog has been kind of off the charts lately.  The numbers are at about half of where they were when it was it's peak before the failed Ogden Temple nuke call.  My wife says it will still happen - just not as I saw it in the night vision I had.  It is hard to make a call on things based on what is seen.  I had neglected to account for the fact that the casements around the windows were still missing while the temple was clearly in use (this before it was even dedicated in 2013).

Maybe, the blog is a pulse on the jitters that people are feeling with the crazy world events going on.

Here is another genius pulse-measuring device; jet setter traffic heat maps.  As the number of flights increase as the well-heeled head off to NZ or other escapes out of the northern hemisphere, a pulse could be taken from that.  Many knew of the events of 9/11 before it happened and shorted airline stocks, etc  They were either in on the planning, or knew people who were and they were brazen enough to show the average schmucks (you and I) that they are above the law.  THEY call the shots....  And yet, no one has been prosecuted or called on the carpet for their foreknowledge.  It was not just a lucky guess on those stocks on that day.  Some people get their jollies knowing that they had access to special knowledge and that they are above the law (can call in favors, etc).  This is the definition of elitism.

Here is the tracker for the wealthy:  

https://san.com/cc/is-the-apocalypse-now-one-man-is-tracking-flights-by-the-rich-to-find-out/

Just watch for legislation allowing for transponders to go ghost in order to put and end to counter-surveillance.