Disappear used to be an intransitive verb, but in these violent times it is now commonly used transitively to make a person disappear with no compound verb necessitated. So, just to say, someone is wanting to disappear me, my mom and my dad.
The diocese called me late in the day (10 May 2018) asking if it was O.K. to give my telephone number to someone looking for me.
- “Sure!” I said.
- “Great!” I said.
I’m so naive and trusting. You can guess what happened: I got a threatening phone call seconds later. Of course. Yay! Someone trying to make my day interesting if also surreal. But, instead, this was to make me feel indignant on behalf of my parents. So, the rejoicing came to an end.
The person demanded, with threats, that pictures involving me, my mom (RIP 1994), my dad (RIP 1993), in particular me with my mom or my dad or with both, effectively from the first decades of my life, be dealt with in such manner that no one else online or in person will ever be able to view such pictures even after death. “Even after death.” Let me think about that. “Even after death.” Death refers to those involved in the pictures themselves, namely, mom (Requiescat in pace), dad (Requiescat in pace) and me (Requiescat in… what? Already? 20**?). Not knowing the date of my own demise, I would have to have all these pictures destroyed now.
Anyway… What’s your opinion? Should I ditch all my pictures? Shred them? Burn them?Pour acid over them? Shoot them? I’m so nostalgic. I love my mom and I love my dad. That all seems a bit disrespectful.
There is a point of disappearing us. The time involved coincidentally corresponds to the time until the FBI[CIA]/Main State prepared an alternative identity for me without me asking, that is, just after both parents died. And then I would disappear with their blessing in favor of my “Shadow”, their “gray man.” The timing is just a coincidence, I’m sure. My “Shadow” becomes all the more the “gray man” if I and my parents are simply disappeared. It makes things really difficult for enemies of my “Shadow.” I somehow become my own “gray man.” He can continue to under the name with which he entrenched. Who’s a reflection of who?
And so, sure, regarding the destruction of pictures, I’m human, so my reaction is ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ and Nemo me impune lacessit. (You can find those quotes on Google.) Wouldn’t you feel that way? But, you know, I’m a peaceful guy. So, whatever. But, let me know what you think.
This person on the phone also said that there is only two days to accomplish what must be done and that I must leave North Carolina and go to another place for those two days so as to do something which legally cannot be done. But, no. I’m still here in Western North Carolina. April 12 (today as I write this, a few hours to go until this afternoon when the full two days is over). It seems to be the end of the world for this person if they do not accomplish what must be accomplished in these last two days, that is, with me out of my little rectory.
Oh, and, by the way, this threatening phone call person (whom we’ll call “Shadow2”) spoke, even verbatim, of themes shared in common by my “Shadow”, who is the reason for the alternative identity offer mentioned above. As an example, with mention of this blog being made by “Shadow2”, I checked out my stats. These are the tracks of “Shadow2” to this blog:
“Shadow2” moved in just down the road from me (partially blacked out above), a temporary situation as “Shadow2” said. I recall that my “Shadow” has been after me to get a place for him in these past months in just such a place. But then he says that if he has to, he can use a temporary place which coincidentally is near where “Shadow2” happens to be right now, both places being typical of “safe house” locations, I mean, in the extreme extreme extreme.
Anyway, I like the three pages visited:
- The Home Page of this blog.
- The About Page of this blog.
- A blog-restricted search for the word “jew.” That’s the life-long mania of my “Shadow,” who is a David Duke sycophant and anti-Israeli, pro-Russia, pro-Syrian, pro-Iranian fanatic.
Anyway, “Shadow2”, having done some rather extensive research, said that, obviously, I was to give up taking a certain medicine I take daily to kick start the liver into making an enzyme which I lack and without which I would almost certainly be dead within 72 hours. Instead, I was to go see a certain doctor who would provide a certain unknown medicine from a certain otherwise unknown experimental program, you know, because that’s trustworthy especially sourced to “Shadow2”. But I digress.
A more severe digression: To this person, for the dozenth time:
Thank you. The one will be appreciated by those in need. But the other offer of helpful information? I can’t do that, enter into that, no matter how helpful no matter on how many levels, right? Think… But you might send me something. /// End digression.
In all of this, on the phone call, “Shadow2” was trying to convince me that overwhelming authority was being wielded over me, stating as an example that this very “Shadow2” intervened with Jesse Helms way back in the day (even before Main State contacted me the following year) so to have me removed from Israel in early 1991. You’ll remember that that was when Operation Desert Storm was about to heat up and I was everywhere to be found in the “West Bank”. However, I never heard a thing from Jesse, as there was never a problem. There was never a lack of flights leaving Tel-Aviv. אל על has no fear of anyone, ever. I love that. Anyway, even later on, despite the scud missiles that fell around us as we wore gas-masks in a sealed room of the Pontifical Biblical Institute when Saddam later started up in mid-January, I never asked any help to leave, didn’t want to leave, and wouldn’t have left, and, indeed, could not have been “removed” since, as far as I know, the PIB is extra-territorial even to Israel as it belongs to the Holy See (regardless of Jesuit proprietorship). No one asked me about any of this. As it is, I switched my departure date for a much later date., well after Operation Desert Storm was under way, you know, to make sure the staff would be O.K. Things were different back when; things were more difficult to know quickly. But the point of “Shadow2” is that there is no second thought given to taking over my life, because it already is. This had nothing to do with me being in some sort of danger in the perception of someone concerned for an American citizen (Hey! Just ask me!), but rather, it seems, again, that this is about something else in which my “Shadow” has an all-consuming interest. Thus:
The real problem is that I interfere with anti-Israeli machinations just a bit too much. Just previous to Operation Desert Storm I had spoken with with Saeed Hotari, later a member of the idiot military wing of Hamas, Izzedine al Qassam, who, it seems, was sending him to his death now (but for me), and would do so again successfully ten years later. Saeed was originally from Qalqiya, just a half a day’s walk from Nablus, where I was visiting to deliver some gas masks to the Missionaries of Charity because of the threat of chemical weapons being used in the immediate future. It seems Saeed’s family had moved to Zarqa on the far side of Amman. He was there at the beginning of the time when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi was there, but then he made his way back into the West Bank. I’m only guessing here, but the bomb Saeed would go on to use as a suicide bomber was so complex and so powerful that he would have had to have been helped by the likes of someone like al-Zarqawi. There’s simply no other way.
Saeed was the terrorist who would take so very many lives ten years later, in 2001, in Israel, just West of Nablus. 21 dead, scores and scores injured. This was the Dolphinarium attack against mostly newly arrived Russian Jewish girls. It’s absolutely a spitting image of him. Ten years had passed since our conversation. It seemed to me that he had already been pegged for being a suicide bomber at that time. I’m certain of that. But, after our conversation, he held off for ten years. Perhaps the effect of our conversation would have lasted a lifetime had al-Zarqawi and, indeed, his own father, not been around to push him in that direction of suicide bombing. Perhaps this interference on my part wasn’t appreciated by my “Shadow” and his allies, not appreciated at all.
Something’s up these past few months. There’s lots of stuff like this strange phone call happening, e.g., the perpetual accompaniment program for when I travel that the State Department and FBI[CIA] told me about has been beefed up very significantly.
So, what are the pros and cons of following the directives of this phone call person about the pictures? No pictures with parents back in the day? That has consequences. It makes certain things easier for my “Shadow.” I’m guessing the deadline, so to speak, for whatever it is, is something like 4:00 PM EST. Whatever.
Anyway, you can take my worldly identity away. But no one can take away the identity I have in Christ Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception, who stood in our place, the Innocent for the guilty, to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, and who, for that reason, will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.