I’m still “OK” but of course, the gasses coming out of thin air remain ever present. I did get locked up for minor charges that involved no other human but me (not counting the police, I mean really, not counting them)  but am free now and expect to remain so.

I don’t really focus on it that much but the poisoning is very inconvenient, all the hacking, coughing, sneezing, spitting and runny nose, not to mention the tinnitus. I am comforted by the conviction however, that those involved in my torture will be placed in my shoes by God on the Day Of Judgement, only difference being that their torment will be eternal and very much magnified in proportion to their deeds.

Was knife attacked in my tent forcing me to move into a shelter, am making the best of it. It makes me chuckle that my enemies lament; “I don’t think we’ll be able to stop him, he’s too crafty”. You stupid fools, it isn’t me or my “craftiness” that you are fighting but God’s. You and your kind are so “special”, no matter how many times you are defeated by the creator you just never seem to learn.

On April 10, 2019 I was arrested around 9:00 pm. The reason for being arrested you ask? Technically, I was charged with simple possession of a “Dirk or dagger”, legal speak for a knife. Duh, I sleep on the streets in a tent, strange people are constantly asking to buy drugs which I niether use nor sell. Just a small step away from either robbing me for the little I have or God knows what else.

I was arrested in my hometown of Berkeley California, sons a bitches. I had just rounded the corner of Grant street off of University Ave. and pitch my tent at a new spot I had previously scoped out when out of nowhere two Berkeley PD SUV’s pull up and two women laid hands on me. I verbally protested (in my blacked out state) to no avail, they did not tell me what I had done. Turns out I hadn’t done anything, just walking up the street. When they searched my cart however, they found my knives.

Now, if you haven’t read my blog before, let me just tell you that even The Lord Jesus and his desciples carried knives (swords actually) for protection, the laws of Berkeley as well as most other cities are anti biblical. Angels carry swords for God’s sake, literally. Flaming swords at that. This whole prohibition on weapons for self defense is wrong and anti-God. Jesus did not obey those laws and niether will I. The next time I’m arrested (attempted) for nothing, it will be just a bit more “dramatic”.

The actual reason that I was arrested had nothing to do with knives packed away in my bag you couldn’t even see that we’re perfectly legal in San Francisco, no. The real reason that I was arrested was for denouncing a gang stalking street preacher who was trying to use the Bible itself as a weapon.

I had met a homeless man in front of the Berkeley public library West Branch and fed him. He starts going on and on about how he used to work for the Berkeley police and how he used to be an “op”. He was paranoid that they were going to arrest him that very night. Little did I know that I would be the one getting arrested. As we were talking in front of the library, a man pulls up and parks. “Uh oh” goes my homeless compatriot, “he’s going to start showing you the Bible”. Sure enough, the guy jumps out with a tiny styrofoam cups of soup in one hand and a large Bible in the other. He hands my aquantence the soup (who immediately begins slurping it mind you, after I had already fed him) So this street preacher has this big black Bible in his hand with tons of multi-colored file divider tabs in it and enough highlighted verses to make Jackson Pollock look like an ameteur. Just for giggles I ask him if he has anymore soup to which he responds no. I then ask if he could spare five bucks for a Little Caesars pizza a few steps away but again, he declined. SOL with nothing for me.

The homeless guy just listened to him patiently quote scripture while eyeballing him contemptuously, I to listened until I heard something I didn’t like. When the street preacher suggested that the very notion of Nephalim having walked the Earth was rediculous since angels obviously could not have mated with women, that’s when I had to shut him down. Me: “Ok, who was Goliath then?” Preacher: stuttering… Me: “Why did the flood happen?” Preacher: something stupid… Me: “Why was Noah found perfect in his generations by God? (genetically pure %100 human)” Preacher: changed the subject to claim those teaching came from the Apocrypha and we’re unreliable, that the King James Bible was the sole authority. Me: “Yeah, and it was also compiled by the Catholic Church too and they left many scriptures out that Jesus actually taught from. Preacher: ” Okay then, what were those scriptures?” Me: I’ll admit he exceeded the scope of my learning with that question although, I do trust Tom Horn who is the one who said it. He publishes a Bible that includes the Apocrypha called “The defender Bible” I will be able to answer that question shortly.

After this exchange I began to assert that the whole Bible could be summed up with just two simple commandments, that is to love God above all else and to love that nieghbor as thyself. Jesus said so himself. I also stated that the Bible should not be used to shackle people like The Law once did, but to liberate and that I didn’t like people using it as a weapon of enslavement, Christ came to free us from that.

Obviously, this guy was a Gang Stalker, probably raised in the church but turned his back. A “Cleric” that uses the Bible for mind control and is most suredly a member of the Shadow Government’s Clergy response team, to be activated to control Christians at critical moments. It does exist people, wake up. Just watch the movie ” The Book Of Eli” and the character of “Carnegie” played by Gary Oldman. Carnegie wanted to control people useing the Bible too. Mind control, MK-ULTRA on steroids.

So, the preacher seems to get scared, hurry ups and leaves. I chat some more with the homeless guy (who had been chiming in and backing me up with increasing vigor the whole time) and then left, heading for my newfound spot twenty blocks away. Next thing I know I’m getting arrested headed for ten days in jail (five due to my refusal to let them stick me with any needles, they like collecting all forms of your DNA). When I asked the officer what I had done she did not respond, I then asked if someone had called and she said yes.

It must have been the Gang Stalker Cleric with some trumped up nonsense trying to eliminate me for fucking up his little game. I’m a “real” Christian motherfucker, warts just like everybody else, not you and your idiotic bible that will do nothing but drive people away. The difference between us is only to be found in my belief in Christ and your lack of it.

Rather than attack or for that matter, even being able to see the true reason for their discontent, stupid cowards much prefer to vent their frustrations upon someone they consider harmless.

If you are like me, kind and generous, then you are probably very familiar with this behavior. They hate their job, they come after you. Their spouse abandoned them, they take it out on you. Someone else made them angry, someone more powerful than themselves, they take it out on you etc. etc…. I’m done with tolerating that sort of cowardly abuse, the best examples of which can be found eminating from Gang Stalkers.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth (the innocent excepted), it is Biblical after all. Reap what you sow.

Had a few words with a fellow homeless couple who’s spot on the sidewalk I unknowingly co-opted, causing me to lose a few winks but am making up for if on BART. Also had some teen girls get on the train acting kinda wild, forcing me to bang my head against the aluminum window frame in order to awaken from my near coma to see what all the commotion was about but that was about it.

I’m going to have to make a commitment to checking in every Saturday. I thought about this some time ago as an early warning indicator, but just got lazy. Lazy that is, until my dear precious mother was murdered by a DEW (Directed Energy Weapon) right in front of me. I never mentioned this before but right after her murder I was treated to a very interesting bit of street theater. Some guy in an SUV had made up some big sighn about his mother dying and him not having enough money to pay for her funeral. He displayed this sighn on San Pablo ave just a few blocks from where my mother’s apartment complex was, days after she died. This was meant to anger and provoke me into making some kind of attack on those who I suspected we’re responsible for her murder. I should have taken pictures but then againt, if such wicked antics aren’t already familiar to you then what would be the point? Soon enough you disbelievers will see the reality you don’t want to accept.

Anyway, I will now commit to posting just a short note, every Saturday, to let you know that I am still here and have not been yet murdered by those unseen evil forces that really control our reality. The same ones that murdered my mom. Don’t get me wrong, I fully expect and hope for this, as it will be the most sure testamement that I was really on the side of right, standing by by God and my favorite human/Godman Jesus, dying just like he did.

All the Apostles we’re murdered by the way, and my mom knew the risks as I explained them to her. She told me to keep fighting, which makes her a martyr, the highest position one can have in Heaven.

Don’t get me wrong, there is a definite effort to squelch independent voices, but isn’t it funny how the largest and most successful of them somehow carry on?

I recently had a very interesting conversation with a mature woman who had imigrated from China. I asserted to her that free speech did not exist there, her response was to the contrary. She said “Oh no, you as an individual can say anything you want, no one will come after you. It’s only when you begin to organize that you will feel the government’s disapproval.” I found her statement very chilling. In other words, any successful movement in opposition to the establishment, as a practical matter, has to be state sanctioned. I then began to take a hard look around.

Gee, I thought to myself, could the true unseen powers that be actually employ the same method here in our great nation, land of the free and home of the brave?? Again, I took another hard look around the alternative media landscape.

Who are the two most successful alternative media personalities that have the largest followings and biggest platforms. Hmm, now let me think for a moment. Who have been both the alternative media leaders and forerunners to pioneer the breaking of critical stories about what the evil left have been up to. Gee, I wonder who those two could be?? Anyone residing in Texas and my hometown of San Francisco perhaps?? Friends even, of the President himself?

I can tell you this much, that if those two were to ever meet me they wouldn’t like me very much. Because I have been watching for over six years on a near daily basis I would have a lot of uncomfortable questions for them concerning their contradictions and hipocracies. Most people don’t have the time to listen like I do. I believe I even made a YouTube video a few years back about “Pied Pipers”.

This whole attack on the alternative media is just a ruse meant to strengthen and focus support for the two only surviving front men, who knows what their true motives are. I would like to think that they are actually double agents such as the Game maker and crew in the movie The Hunger Games but that’s probably just wishful thinking.

No, what experience has taught me is that when someone is decieving you it is almost always to your detriment, in the real world at least. Another wishful thought is that perhaps they are double agents and are just trying to clear the channel of alt media noise by attacking other alt media contemporaries because they truly know what’s best for us but again, deception.

As much as my wishful thinking helps me hold my nose as I listen to them both, I think their heart’s are as dark as any abyss.

As an explanation point to what I’ve just said, not more than one hour passed before the Berkeley Police showed up after posting this and told me I had to move. Harrassment at it’s finest.

Even as I was composing this post in my tent located on a deserted island on Shattuck Ave., right behind the Berkeley Bowl grocery store, I heard a man shout “Get up and go to work you bum!” from the street adjacent to my tent. Shortly thereafter, the Berkeley Police showed up and told me I had to move. Mind you, there are tents located up and down Shattuck Ave., unmolesteted and undisturbed. But post a little truth about our condition and look and behold, the thought Police show up. Where are you when real crimes are being committed? Where are you when stores are being robbed, innocent people being killed, women being raped and children being molested? Apparently, some obscure homeless blogger speaking thought provoking truth is top priority above all the aforementioned.

Shame on you, you traitors to our country, you coconspirators to those abominable crimes you let go unprosecuted. Rather than persue real criminals you go after those of us trying to seek real justice. How do you sleep at night, in your multi-thousand dollar homes?

And one more thing. I’m in the midst of a transformation. I’m transforming from what I used to be into something much harder and much more tough. Don’t attack me unless you expect opposition. I am kind and generous but I am also not letting bygones be bygones, anymore. Fair is fair. Leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone but attack me only expecting the same in return.

Baring my teeth gentlemen, showing the fangs…

Hello all,

just thought I would give you an update as to my current doings and whatnot, you know, without giving away too many secrets and such… The life of a fugitive is so interesting and exciting. I actually did see a bona fide rainbow a couple of weeks ago and cried. First one I’ve seen in years. Thank you for loving us so much Father God, thank you so very, very much.

Not much to tell really, pretty much still homeless or, “address challenged” to the more sensitive among you. It’s alright, you can say it, I don’t bite, A BUM. There now, doesn’t that just clear the air right up? I never hesitate to tell people of my housing status upon first meeting, especially girls. What’s to be ashamed of? There are quite a few of us out here, some by choice. Yes, I’m living out here on God’s good graces and humor, homelessness is the new black!

As to my legal status, I often joke with one of the volunteer legal assistants that I have no use for her services since I’m officially an outlaw and how much of a shame that is. I then tell her how cute I think she is and compliment some unique feature of her personage every time we meet, she really seems to get a kick out of our exchanges. God, how I love girls! Is there anything in this world better than a woman’s smile?

Not sure where to go or what to do at the moment, isn’t that terrible? I feel as though I’ve said, warned and prodded as much as can humanly be expected and that now, well, it’s just up to you folks as to what you’re going to do. I’m exhausted. Sure, I meet the occasional person who needs waking up now and again but really, if you aren’t woke now then what real hope is there for you? There comes a point when words become useless, I’m now just waiting to see which direction humanity will take. I know what side I’m on. Whatever glorifies the human being to the exclusion of all else. Fuck you Satan and all of your fucked up children. Let’s do this!

Yep, that is the question, what will humanity do? Choose to save themselves and fight evil or give in to their destruction. Give me your broken, your dumb and your hopeless just as long as they have enough sense to want to live. I’ll take anyone willing to fight so long as they see what’s coming and want to save themselves, I honestly don’t know what kind of insanity compels people otherwise (fools). It shouldn’t be that hard to see in an era where information abounds, for however long it does. The clock has been ticking and now time’s up. What are you going to do people, live or die?

The poisoning continues, the twenty four seven torture. I hear there is a former Catholic Nun who has found a cure so I’ll give that a shot but really, unless I’m actually incapacitated it won’t stop me. Evil has to be opposed wherever it is found no matter the conditions or, condition of the fighter. They have stepped up their gassing assaults lately but so what? I never get depressed nor very fatigued at all and consider their attempts to kill me a high honor.

Judge a man best by his enemies, some wise person once said long ago… Take a good care.

Be This Guy – Lone Nazi Dissenter