I had my reserevationss aboutruth ehis place since long ago, especially since I had been unceremoniously kicked out for inconsequential infractions long ago, I have now found my trepidations to be well validated by fact, having been yet once again condemned to the streets byd my supposed benefactors.
Let me just say that the homeless outreach services in this city are atrocious, the Mission Navigation center especially so. I was victimized by not only one, but spreading her truth
I don’t really talk about it much but it’s at times like these that I feel it could be productive if for nothing more than the sake of education. My constant torture that is. I have long ago resigned myself to the inevitability of a traumatic death and therefore have relinquished any hopes of an enjoyable life, considering the forces allied against me. In my regard, I am already dead. Such an attitude must not be confused with being suicidal, no, quite the opposite. I am rather free of the encumbrances most people consider making life worth living simply because I cannot be fulfilled by them. I still enjoy them but there exists this ever present reminder that they are shallow and fleeting, a mere form of the actual thing. I understand the realities of life far to well, the fallacies we are trained to value. None of this is real save the limited relationships we form with both God and each other. Two people or more sincerely caring for others and God, those are the only things that are real. All else is just an evil illusion. With great wisdom also comes great sadness. So much easier to think me insane for most. No matter, I know many will never awaken but I will give my last breath trying to save them anyway. The only value my life has ever had. To save others so that they cross from this life to the next properly and that our common enemy loses yet just one more.
So I endure daily torture, the murder of my precious mother, and daily ridicule for the sake of a near hopeless battle to save a thankless humanity. All the gold in the world, love of any woman nor whatever other vapid wishes I formerly held dear (including and especially comfort) could ever dissuade me from marching daily towards a horrible death. If I snatch only one single person from the ravages of spiritual slavery then it will all have been worth it. This is my true hearts desire despite my daily torture by noxious gases coming out of thin air as well as all the rest. You’ve only strengthened both my will and resolve. Do not get in my way.
Hello people,
As you may or may not know I’m now homeless and have been so for on year it, barely feels like 2 months. I’m pretty much in the same state of health in affairs with some pending misdemeanor legal troubles of which I do not know what the outcome will be. I’m also still under direct attack on a daily 24/7 an hour basis through poisoning, the means of which is still a mystery to me.
My resolve to continue my altruistic pursuits has never been stronger. No matter what happens I will never stop resisting the devil, his children nor trying to snatch people from the fires of Hell. Rather than waste my time in politics, I have hit the streets to minister directly to those in need.
I’m volunteering for the San Francisco AIDS Foundation at their SAS needle exchange as well as st. James Infirmary, both located in San Francisco California. I perform syringe disposal twice a week for St James and once a week every Friday for the SAS needle exchange on 6th Street. It has been immensely rewarding and I have absolutely fallen in love with the people that I am serving. I also have come into contact with the lgbtq community via my volunteer employee with the San Francisco AIDS Foundation and have found that extremely rewarding as well. Not to exaggerate but I absolutely love these people. I find myself wanting to spend all of my time with them.
I have also purchased a brand new bicycle to replace a used bicycle as well as a new bicycle that I have both disposed of because they could not withstand the heavy use of living on the street. I’ve been bouncing between shelters and thanks be to God have not had to endure one night sleeping outdoors as yet.
I’ve made many new friends and have attempted to explain my situation to them regarding the poisoning and satanic attack that I am under, but have yet to find anyone to take me seriously. That is no longer such a priority for me as I find the actual service of humanity much more rewarding and effective than actually trying to minister or talk to people, since learning about their lives and getting close to them will probably produce better results anyway. I’m now realize that I have to be there for them as a friend when the s*** actually hits the fan either in general or in their lives, so that they’ll have some sort of knowledgeable / authoritative voice to turn to for guidance and help. Were I actually to convince them of true reality all at once, they would experience shock and it might actually be more harmful rather than helpful to them, I don’t want to do that to anyone. I’ve come to be more gentle and temperate in my approach to the cruel realities of this world and universe that we live in.
So for the time being everything is pretty much still the same. Sorry I haven’t blocked or posted such a long while but being away from my computer and having to write on this phone is not something very productive nor enjoyable. I will try to chronicle my experiences and Endeavors more thoroughly in the future
Until then take care God bless and keep up the faith.
What a travesty of justice and an incredible victory for the adversarial legal system, at the same time. A murderer goes free and a family mourns.
I’m referring to the recent ruling rendered by San Francisco Superior Court Judge Samuel Feng and jury that allowed Mr. Jose Ines Garcia Zarate, 45, to shoot Ms. Kathryn Steinle, 32, and walk away completely unpunished.
I fault Mr. Gascon’s office primarily, since you cannot expect the Public Defender to do anything else but defend their client vigorously, but believe they share partial blame as well. I blame Mr. Gascon’s office for making a blunder that can only be categorized as intentional, for failing to properly analyze the case and bring forth the appropriate charges. The courts may only try the charges brought before it and consequentially, the Public Defender only required to defend against those specific charges, exonerating both agencies of this travesty legally speaking. Both ethically as well as morally however, I view the case in it’s entirety as more of a conspiracy orchestrated by city employees to serve a political agenda (save an agenda?), that being one of illegal immigration.
A deal was made at the highest of levels to make certain that no one single illegal immigrant no matter how guilty, could in any way jeopardize the efficacy of “sanctuary status”. Perhaps the DA intentionally fumbled the ball but I am sure that the San Francisco Public Defender’s office violated just as many ethics and possibly laws, to collude for a favorable verdict. I no longer trust that the San Francisco Public Defender’s Office is a judicial agency whose foremost concern is for the protection and upholding of our adversarial system so much as it is just another thoroughly politically corrupted tool of politicians. Really though, throughout history has it ever been anything else?
Funny as it may be, I actually met San Francisco Public Defender Mr. Matt Gonzalez on the street in front of the PD’s office on 7th street and had a chance to personally interview him. Unfortunately I was not as prepared as I would like to have been and was there on another personal matter, but I did get some interesting responses to the questions I asked about the case. Mr. Gonzalez is handling the appeal of Mr. Zarate and I wanted to ask him what his candid thoughts were about the case (which I knew was a total breach of confidentiality) but only received press prepped answers. Oh well, as a true journalist, and not just some talking head, I was forced to ask the tough ones. Here were his responses, more or less…
ELDON BROWN: Tell me Mr. Gonzalez, there is no one else around right now except you and me, do you really think that him (Mr. Zarate) pulling the trigger was just an accident or actually intentional? (stupid but I had to ask…)
SF PUBLIC DEFENDER MR. MATT GONZALEZ: (very long winded but elegant answer) Mr. Zarate had just arrived here from some Latin American country and was in the throngs of some mental issue. He did not know what he was doing and had already suffered terrible abuses at the hands of immigration officers enforcing very unfair immigration laws. Mr. Zarate did not intentionally shoot Ms. Steinle blah blah blah blabbity blab blab blab….
ELDON BROWN: (now disappointed but regrouping) Come on, Mr. Zarate didn’t actually find that firearm under the pier but either stole it himself or, was actually given the weapon by a law enforcement official as part of a false flag operation to set legal precedent and showcase the issue, right?
SF PUBLIC DEFENDER MR. MATT GONZALEZ: (unphased by my impetuous question) We have a very serious immigration issue in this country and were those unjust laws to be remedied, Mr. Zarate would never have gotten into this unfortunate situation in the first place had he instead been receiving the humane treatment he so desperately needs. This unfortunate tragedy for all involved would consequently never have happened.
ELDON BROWN: (now stymied by this guy,s verbal Jiu Jitsu) Didn’t the District Attorney purposely drop the ball to let this guy go for the sake of preserving the City’s sanctuary status?
SF PUBLIC DEFENDER MR. MATT GONZALEZ: The charges that were brought should never have been prosecuted, it was obvious from the case’s inception that Mr. Zarate could not have been responsible for his actions and had no intent to harm anyone. Unfortunately, these things occasionally happen and there are nothing but victims all around. It is just a very sad, sad, unfortunate tragedy that never should have happened….
Of course, I’m taking great license with what was actually said (hence the lack of quotation marks) but the jist of the interview is accurate. I was once again impressed and amazed at the verbal Kung Fu that an experienced attorney can beat you about the head and shoulders with. At the end I almost wanted to empathize and switch sides on the issue, Mr. Gonzales was that good. Being a good advocate and performing your duty still may not equate to ultimate virtue but in this instance there was no legal choice. The guy did what he was required to do.
Was it right or was it wrong? Were either political and perhaps even personal bias involved. My answer would be “of course, what are you, stupid?” And so goes the death of Justice.
I do not now, nor have I ever fully trusted the San Francisco Public Defender’s office to be impartial or free from political influence. Deals are cut all the time between the PD and the DA’s office for various reasons, the interests of justice taking a back seat. Prosecutors abuse discretion, Judges outright violate the law and the Public Defender’s office is always caught in the middle. They take their paycheck from the same city coffers as the other two aforementioned so what can you expect, when they all decide to put their heads together and steer justice off course, there is no one to oppose. Make a few political enemies or piss off the wrong influential person and you can find yourself at the receiving end of all three working together for your destruction, separation of powers be damned.
For the little nobody like me, both indigent and lacking in power, I am subject to the omnipotent caprices of all three (four if you count “peace officers”). My only hope of oversight when in their cross hairs is God and you guys, my readers, the court of public opinion. My only weapons are truth and honesty and the hope that when things go bad, someone out there will have the courage to try to help. Because I have written so many things contrary to the agenda of the powers that govern the City Of San Francisco, I rue the day when I will be required to depend upon the office of the San Francisco Public Defender’s office. Hopefully they will do their job as described but I hold little confidence, I more expect a bad re-enactment of “Cape Fear” when the duty of my defense falls into their hands.
We should all be very troubled by this case and view it as a barometer of the state of justice both in San Francisco as well as the State of California on the whole. Fear the day that enter into the justice system’s clutches if you are an outspoken lover of truth (which we all should be), you have most probably just been thrown into “the mincer”.
Stratford man displays Nazi flag in protest
Well, it is with a strange mixture of mild sadness and moderate exhilaration that I must tell you that my tenancy at the All Star Hotel is now finally over. I have been most certainly evicted by current management utilizing partial truths, mis-characterizations and outright lies. Alas however, when so accused and standing before jurors and the court, only the accusations are heard to the exclusion of any character evidence. It does not matter that you may have been a model tenant for the past thirteen years, only the accusations are discussed, true or not. You see the same thing happening with President Trump in the headlines right now. Just one faulty accusation after another leveled by lying, gang stalking gangsters.
The particulars of my eviction or, “unlawful detainer” judgement will only reflect the landlord’s point of view, I was told by my counsel that with the video presented of me kicking a chair, it was unwise to insist on a jury trial and that an agreement with a stipulated judgement was the way to go. Yeah, right. These agreements sometimes called “stay and behave” agreements (as opposed to a “pay and stay” for non-payment of rent) basically shackle you to the point where you can no longer be yourself and are forced to “walk on eggshells”. They basically set you up for failure. Add to that a bunch of gang stalking neighbors and your chances of lasting a whole year (the length of the agreement) drops drastically. I lasted one month. I may have been able to successfully abide by the rules of the agreement but then more holidays came and I acted out of character. These were the first holidays that I had to spend without my mom, she had been dead for less than one year. My final day in residence is Wednesday April 25th, when the SF County Sheriffs Dept. shows up to enforce.
I’ve been homeless three times before, the last time for five years. To me, this is no big deal at all and I am mildly excited. I have learned a great deal about how to survive on the streets since being here in San Francisco, my survival skills set is very robust. There are also far more resources available to the homeless than there ever were the last time I was without a roof. Staying clean, well fed and mobile has never been easier than before. I also have an income this time, money and not just a little. When I was homeless before I had none at all and I still managed to stay clean and healthy. People could not tell by just looking at me. This time around I have free transportation due to the SF Muni program for the disabled (yes I am disabled), a good bicycle, electric scooters for speedy or longer treks, a skateboard, roller blade skates, and taxi’s that I can afford. I am ethically opposed to Uber, lift and other such services so I will not be utilizing them, don’t need to anyway. Plenty of laundromats that I can afford, resource centers that have discounted or free washing machines, portable showers and money enough for a motel or hotel room when I really need one and many different places to eat either cheaply or completely free. I have a cell phone with internet hot-spot service for my laptop (I can stay both informed as well as connected), and there are even free workout gyms provided by the city (not that I can’t pay for a membership and their showers…) Yes, things are far different now than the last time I forsook four walls and a roof. Oh yea, plenty of shelters with food, laundry and showers too. Everything very familiar to a salty old dog like me.
What I’m trying to convey is that this is not so much a traumatic experience for me as much as an exciting escape and re-birth. If you’ve read much of my blog at all then you can see that I was very unhappy here, being constantly attacked by both management and it’s corrupt tenant minions. I had gotten used to the hardships of SRO living but not the criminality, poverty pimping and slumlord mentality. In an SRO you are most definitely just a number and more akin to the host of a parasite, both to management as well as the desperate tenancy itself. Just a whole dark atmosphere of the worst that humanity has to offer. Why do you think that so many people choose to live in tents rather than be inside one of these things. It runs like a prison or jail. Even though it’s just a wee bit traumatic and disruptive, I am so glad to finally be done with the place and am looking forward to a bright and positive future despite momentary transitional discomforts. I am so full of energy and a strange feeling of both calm and peace. I am not sad at all even though one neighbor actually choked up while lamenting my imminent departure. I felt more sorry for him than he did for me.
Unfortunately, my behavior did get a bit out of hand although when compared to others, was very mild. I did not hurt anyone and only damaged property. No one was injured and neither was it my intention (which is why it didn’t happen). My actions were born out of both grief and frustration at the loss of my mom and my seeming inability to effect substantial changes in the building. I am still free despite a few tenants best efforts by calling the police on me with lies. I did get into some criminal trouble on my own of the misdemeanor variety while outside the building , but those were all my own and had nothing to do with the All Star Hotel. Again, as with the hotel, only property was damaged by accident with neither malice nor intention. I just got sloppy and smashed into some vehicles. I did have insurance and the “victim” was made whole. The person who suffered the most damage was myself, in legal entanglements that may last quite a while. Oh well, when one door closes another door opens, your survival and success all depend upon your attitude and approach. You can’t control everything but you can control yourself, even if you did let go for a short period of time. I am very optimistic about the future despite my current difficulties because I have worked through these very same challenges in the past and emerged at the end smelling like a rose. I can make it with God’s help and guidance.
Finally, I end with this. I have long believed that my continued physical, bodily survival had depended upon my continued residency here, at the All Star Hotel. I have made some very powerful enemies during my activist days and I believe that they have been hesitant to really attack me so long as I lived here. The blow-back would have been too great. Now however, were some injury to befall me or were I to meet some sort of unnatural death (just like my mother and countless other innocents), blame would be much harder to assign to those who run the Tenderloin Housing Clinic and manage my former hotel, The All Star Hotel.
Since my eviction papers were filed, I have witnessed all manner of violent acts committed in the very places that I might frequent with troubling congruities. A mad man attacks an elderly couple on Bart with a knife, I used to legally open carry a knife and I too ride Bart sometimes. Another man attacks strangers on Bart with a machete, I too have legally open carried a machete as an exercise of the right. A right not exercised is a right eventually taken away. I carried mostly for this reason, not so much for self defense and I never cut anyone even though threatened. Yet another man went on an assault rifle rampage down a one block long street that I had lived on before having a bad breakup with my married girlfriend at the time. Yes, it was wrong but I was young, dumb and coming out of a nasty divorce myself, we were more clinging to each other than anything else. Doesn’t make it right but it is the truth. I have never consummated adultery again twenty six years later. Anyway, the narratives have been laid by the mainstream media so that I could be either set up or killed any number of ways and they would all look credible except that I would be innocent. The straw men have been suitably made to look like me and then burned so that were I to burn similarly, the execution would be applauded as a “me too” moment. First you assassinate the person’s character either legitimately or by substituting an effigy, a straw man, and then you actually assassinate the person themselves since they are now a “bad guy” and no one comes forth to oppose. I have been watching those bricks being violently laid.
In conclusion, I am looking forward to the future and see my situation as only yet another challenge that I am well able to overcome and I am not angry at all, only relieved. I have zero animosity towards anyone, am not suicidal at all and only want to move forward in a positive way. Yes, I inadvertently destroyed some property and yes, I got into misdemeanor criminal trouble because of my behavior but at fifty years old of a hard and varied life, none of this is anything I haven’t been through before. I am not sweating nor concerned at all about my ability to face and conquer my new challenges and I intend to fully comply with the court’s judgement. I’ve proven myself to be both resourceful as well as tenacious, I don’t quit and I don’t give up no matter what. I always complete the things I set out to do, more or less. Like I said, should I come up either seriously injured or dead in the future, it was not due to self infliction nor any of my own risky behavior, I will have been targeted and nullified by gang stalkers and elements of “the Deep State” due to my activism and speaking of truth to power.
If you should ever get in a tough spot yourself, get some sort of help before bad things start to happen. I didn’t react fast enough and had enemies waiting in the wings ready to take advantage of my momentary lapse in judgement. In my defense, I’m only human and do sometimes break down under great stress or grief. In fact, part of me thinks that I perform better under pressure and perhaps needed this kick in the pants to change direction and continue down the path God has affixed to my destiny. I’m not saying he did this too me, no no, what I’m saying is that all things work out for the best for those who love and seek God, however imperfect that seeker may be. This is why I’m paradoxically excited about my new future.
God bless and I’ll post from time to time if I’m still above ground and haven’t yet been murdered. And if I am murdered, please don’t look at my life as a failure or not worthwhile since you are actually reading about my story right now. If I have affected just one person then it has all been worthwhile. Taken on the whole, I think I’m a good example of the principles and deity to value and all men of principle throughout history have met the same fate at some point in their lives. Think of me as a Martyr rather than a victim. A slain martyr for Christian principles who finally stumbled at the last as opposed to a crazy loser pursuing worldly gain never to be achieved.
Yeah, think of me that way if you would… Thanks
Have you noticed how many commercials there are on tv (PSA’s) encouraging parents to take their kids to the forrest? Why? What’s so special about the forrest?
Well, there are two possible goals to this rather dubious campaighn. The first is of course, indoctrination of the entire family into the cult of environmentalism. The second reason is a bit harder to fathom but far more ominous.
it is a rather well-known fact among the initiated, those who like to venture out into nature, that there are many disappearances happening in the woods. These are not your ordinary run-of-the-mill hiker gone lost type of disappearances no, these are disappearances that more resemble episodes taken straight out of The X-Files.
Oh let me see, Johnny disappears while walking two steps behind mommy in the middle of the woods with nothing around but the trees. Or, daddy turns a bend in the trail and stops talking mid-sentence only to have seemingly vanished when the rest of the family rounds the corner.
None of these people by the way, are ever found or heard from again. Yellowstone Park in California is particularly renowned for having frequent such disappearances.
It’s also interesting to note that your regular, run-of-the-mill California State Park ranger is the most highly trained officer in the state. Why would they require so much training just to watch a bunch of animals and trees that basically take care of themselves?
Now this is where it truly get spooky beyond Bigfoot.
I have heard from several different internet sources over the course of time that these disappearances which are far too frequent to be statistically probable, are the results of interdimensional or alien abductions. The reasoning behind this conclusion are so, 1 that children are being abducted to serve as slaves on offworld colonies and two, that both children and adults children being for more frequent are being used not only for slave labor but for experimentation as well. This particular conclusion has much to do with what few people know as the secret space program that America or the United States government is in collusion with inter-dimensional / extraterrestrial entities.
The world we live in today is not the one I grew up in 35 plus years ago you didn’t hear so much of the disappearances and strange happenings back then but it seems to have accelerated and gotten worse.
Before learning what I now know today I would have relished the thought of taking my family into Yellowstone Park or the Grand Canyon or Death Valley to see the desert or any other number of national park treasures.
Now however, after learning what I now know and have learned, coupled with our governments propensity to lie to us on just about anything that’s important, there’s no way in hell you would ever catch me venturing out with my precious loved ones into any wilderness region where they could simply disappear without a trace, never to be heard from again.
If you don’t believe me just research all the disappearances that have happened in Yellowstone and other national parks for yourself, then tell me I’m a liar.
I am not allowed to say what I want to tell you.
Maybe that’s because some critical event has not yet happened .
I have seen the future and it is a future of spiritual machines working side-by-side with genetic augments, but I cannot tell you about this future until you are in a position to see it for yourself. In ancient times, and in ancient legends, they told of being able to imbue physical objects with disembodied spirits of the ephemeral nether regions. It’s the same Principle as a haunted house or haunted burial grounds or any other physical location that’s physicaly inhabited by spiritual entities. Today, in our 2018 time, we have aspects from ancient worlds that are still with us today and they encompass those ancient evil spirits that are influencing our world and reality. we as human beings don’t have the capability to see these creatures for what they really are and how they are affecting us in our day to day lives, nevertheless, reality is not what you think it is. Whether it is a construct of bean counters with Superior intellect who are manipulating our world for their own evil purposes (that being a war against God) or rather, that they are interdimensional, galactic vandals. We as human beings have been created as we are to be free from their influence, we would be beyond the stars left un-adulterated, in other galaxies with super-hero technologies instead of held back slaves like we are today.
Suffice it to say that I have seen the future, but it is kept secret. I’ve only caught a glimpse of it but I have indeed seen it and believe you me, these evil people in this world’s system do not succeed, there is a destiny far greater for us then what can be imagined, we just have to accept Christ and resist the devil, which may take more guts than some of us have.
