Daily Post #13

Tuesday, September 3, 2019; 1916

I don’t even really know what to say about today. Most of it was in a haze. It was a Quest kind of day really. 

I awoke and headed to The College. I had checked in on my bank account and, as of that early hour, everything was still in good shape. I felt a bit of relief thinking how I could now drive to the bank at any point in the day instead of having to make sure I was there when they opened. That relief would only last for a short while. 

Inevitably, I had gotten the email statement saying that the account was negative sixty dollars. I knew that was coming after the whole direct deposit debaucle from Friday. I had the cash on me. I had managed to withdraw it from the pay card over multiple transactions this weekend.

So, I packed up my stuff at The College and headed out when it was time. I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t stressed. I was just taking care of business. I Arrived fifteen minutes before they opened. I sat on a bench to wait and that is when it happened. 

This older gentleman approached me. [I would later learn that his name was Daniel.] He asked if he could see what was written on my shirt. [Please Don’t Make Me Do Stuff.] From there, a conversation ensued. He was an Air Force guy, but he was wearing a Navy shirt. He explained to me how that shirt came to him and why it was so important. 

He was a man for Jesus, and this is the important part for me. Jesus has been a Theme over the past several months. So, I’ve been trying to find and mend my relationship there. I’ve always been a Jesus kind of man. I just don’t tend to view it all the way we’re told to view it. Though I do not believe there is anything wrong in what I believe, I do believe it has mucked up the system somewhere - at least a bit.

He talked of this navy man who had convinced him to buy the shirt. He had met him out west in a place just “filled with demonic’ people. He lost me a little bit with that part. I have my own theories and philosophies on demons and demonic things too. [I have my own theories on it all really.] He followed it up with, “some people, you mention Jesus, and they get all upset.” 

Now this he and I could agree on. I’ve seen it too. I have a ‘witch’ friend to whom you can never mention Jesus. She gets very defensive. I’ve never understood that though. It’s not really Jesus that people have a problem with. I mean, who could really have a problem with him? He was cool, and mellow, and peaceful, and loving, and giving. He spoke truths. Maybe not in the language of this person or that, but, even translated, truth is truth. It’s the followers and what they have done with that truth that disturbs people. Unfortunately, the line of demarcation has been blurred. 

But, he told me how this man was not very long in the navy when he had to go before high ranking officers. In that meeting he claims he felt a hand on his shoulder and felt uplifted, motivated, inspired, and encouraged. After that meeting he would find himself on a path that would lead him to the White House and meetings with several presidents in regards to aid to veterans. 

Daniel went on to say that knowing the Holy Spirit could still thrive in such a demonic place, just lifted him up. Then he explained that he wasn’t sure if he could talk to me. He had seen me pass by earlier and almost spoke to me then. I assured him he couldn’t offend or upset me. He showed me an USAF ring his son had bought for him. He told me how G-d had shown him that, much like when David slew Goliath, sometimes we can’t be afraid to just get in there and take their heads off. 

He went on to tell me that he has problems, many problems. He didn’t get into any of them, not even in the slightest. He just said that he had problems and asked if I could, in my day, take time to pray to Jesus on his behalf.

“Just say Jesus, you know Daniel….Jesus knows all about Daniel...Jesus could you help Daniel in his troubles?”

I did just that. Several times over I did that. Daniel left an impression on me. His was not an ordinary encounter. I’ve come across his kind before. Like that dreadful morning in Philadelphia. I should have known then and there what I was in for. Honestly, on some level, I think I did. It didn’t take me long to sense it on the woman. I knew I was in no ordinary presence and I was curious at the game we were playing. That’s exactly how I felt with Daniel. 

Nonetheless, I took care of my financial things and headed back to The Valley. On my way back I thought of Daniel several times. He made my soul heavy, but my heart light. 

I thought of my own struggles. Then a female cardinal flew in front of the car. My eyes followed her and she led them to a road sign: Endurance Ln. I chuckled to myself. It’s always so amusing how Spirit works. 

I had made a ring turn sometime back and I was only trying to find my way back to my route when the cardinal would come calling. I thought about how I had to make that wrong turn to encounter the cardinal who would allow me to see the answer to the thoughts I didn’t know I’d have - Endurance. 

I just have to keep on keeping on. 

No matter how difficult it may seem, no matter what troubles and woes I have, or challenges I encounter, I must just keep steadfast on the path before me. I think the messenger herself was fascinating as well. [Renewed Vitality through Realized Self-Importance.]

I was on my way to my mechanic to discuss the MattMobile. There are definite issues with her and they are more serious than I have been allowing myself to think. As I drove and thought I began to worry about how I was going to do this and if it was even worth it to me to keep putting money into this car. Then an alternative possibility struck me. I don’t want to say much on it now for I do not want to jinx the vibration.

Anyway, the news was what I had feared at the mechanic. It could be a number of things ranging from $200-600, or more, to fix.

It wasn’t until I was done at the mechanic’s that I found myself thinking back on my drive and chuckling. I had been in such a zone on that drive. I definitely reached a zen state of consciousness where I was processing but not thinking. I chuckled because I had realized that all of my revelations came as I was passing over the mountain. 

When All Else Fails, Head for the Mountain.

From the mechanics it was lunchtime and I was meeting The Looch to discuss some creatively evil plans. Not really evil, but it sounds fun.

From there to the park for an eventual nap. The kind of nap I take after returning from a Vision Quest. 

After that, the day was fairly routine - laundry, stalling, dinner, and now Hoagie Snowflake’s for some R&R and a shower. 

These are definitely strange and interesting days.