Title VII

December 1, 2016

Jesus Christ spoke loud and clear: “Hey Dave! Title VII…look it up because it’s all yours.” I’d asked God to prosecute my enemies under federal statutes.

Jesus Christ said, “Hire an expensive lawyer and sue them for millions.”

God said to Make a Mess

I got the above word as I was moving the cartoon to the blog.

God said, “Your civil rights are being (huge) violated.” Within minutes of hearing this word, I saw a scrap of newspaper on the table at the winter shelter at Springs Rescue Mission with this cartoon.

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Title VII is a fancy name for the Civil Rights Act of 1964

A lottery to get into a warming shelter in winter is obvilousy ludicrous, but they are the only such shelter in the city and they are already full. On the night of their grand opening Nov. 18th, God gave me a word, which I shared with Brittany and Dave and another, that they need to get me in every week and if they don’t, they have already seen their best day.

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Then God said, “We have plenty of body bags and we can fill them quickly.” (8-18)

Tuesday morning He confirmed with the following: “He’s been here every night since the beginning and he will continue to stay here.” I relayed this to a woman on the staff there and to “Bob and Sam”, two staff members that night. Bob passed the buck and told me to talk to Kathy in RAP who handles the scheduling: she can get me in long term. But God said I had done enough and He would handle it. A stranger looked at me and said, “He knows…I told him.”

8 Your hand will find all Your enemies;
Your right hand will find those who hate You.
9 You shall make them as a fiery oven in the time of Your anger;
The Lord shall swallow them up in His wrath,
And the fire shall devour them. Psalm 21

I had a vision of a stack of their chairs outside their front door. God said, “Sit by the fire.” I had a similar dream about New Life Church before Ted Haggard fell…the church building was ablaze. Told Titus Yoder about the dream and said I would sit by the fire. Also had a vision of roaring fire at SRM, the office was like a roaring blast furnace. I told some cognizant people about that. Now is the time that judgment must begin at the house of God…

God recently said, “He should have gotten ’em a month ago.”

A worker at the shelter told me Satan puts him to sleep. My Bible says God gives his beloved sleep. I replied that Satan wakes me up, that Satan is into sleep deprivation. My Jesus also said the days are coming when those who kill you will think they are doing God service.

3-9.Early am. Received word. “You have to let me know which one is making the trouble here.”

6-29 2018 I think God is giving me clarification about Title VII. In my post Martial Law, I describe how the beast is trying to use a guilt trip to get me to work for free by allowing me to partake of God’s charity on a quid pro quo basis. God told me years ago: the shelter “was put here by God for the people of God and he has a right to expect a Christian consensus.”

This is still developing, but the same thing has happened at the jail, R.J. Montgomery shelter and SRM shelter; I have been living on the street for fifteen years. Last night they tried the same attack. I said God didn’t want me to clean the courtyard. He asked me, “Why?” I said, “I don’t work here.” God’s answer is the best answer.

Thursday 8-16-18. Picked up two tickets for the church picnic Wednesday next. I gave them to Lidia because attending would cause me to violate the 5:00 curfew at the SRM shelter. People on the outside don’t get it.

I awoke this morning thinking about all the violations of my rights at these shelters. Daily frisks of my person. Weekly searches of all my bags…. Jazz actually arrested me for trespassing at the Salvation Army/El Pomar’s R.J. Montgomery homeless shelter after I stood up for my rights. Broke my wrist. Bent my glasses. Mocked Jesus Christ….

God said, [“Yes it affords my enemies more opportunities to conduct illegal searches and seizures;] but more to the point, it allows them to lock me down after the fires.” Lidia always reminds me that prophesying a fire is tantamount to actually starting it in the minds of many.

The above quote from God was modeled after a similar line from another post (Sodom 6):

January 4, 2018 update. Yesterday, SecurCare Self Storage auctioned off all my personal effects because VectraBank has been stealing my Social Security and putting me in debt for the privilege. Yes, this affords the enemy another opportunity to perform a warrantless search and seizure; but more to the point, this morning I noticed several more VextraBank windows were broken. (“Dusseldorf“)

I stood in the clothing line for underwear at More than a Meal. Doug came over to me. I told him about my new ZR1 and the litigation windfall I expect. He immediately asked me if there was anything I needed. Imagine. Doug.

Haves and have-nots

Sunday October 14, 2018. Dozens of us at the end of the line were denied entry to the SRM homeless shelter, although I was in line by 5:00 opening, ostensibly because they were filled to capacity. Hint: all the unemployed are at the end of the line because the employed go to the front. I have written about the policy to honor the women by dishonoring the men. In a similar way, the unemployed homeless are dishonored by the preferential treatment shown to “honor” the employed. The low was 12 degrees. The guard, Jose, gleefully refused to let us enter to grab a blanket or sweater.

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The city carefully fixed it so all buildings were closed and we walked all night. It is a criminal offense to be anywhere but the shelter. When I checked in yesterday, Jose told another homeless client, who coincidentally was within earshot, that “…he could find himself at the end of the line.” Ha ha. The implication is that our security at the shelter is subject to the whims of Security. I lost my seniority–bunks are assigned permanently if one shows by 6:30 each night–but on that uniquely cold night, SRM changed their policy and called us in sequentially, assuring that my bunk would be reassigned. There is reason to believe that there was plenty of room remaining to put all of us up if they were so inclined. As a result, my bags were under another’s bunk and I was on the floor when i came back.

Thursday afternoon, October 18, 2001. An insight: I asked Dave, tongue in cheek, if I could get a worker’s pass because I receive Social Security retirement benefits. He immediately shook his head No and turned away. They use this pass as way to disciminate against the jobless and the aged.

Andreas quit a few days later which may be related to these abuses. The powers that be may want us to think it a random result of Darwinian chance: bad luck, like not getting into the shelter on a cold night, but we know better. Factor in the nasty bitch’s efforts to get me thrown out and you have the requisite redundancy.

Sunday, October 14, 2018.

A chronically homeless client has taken to a new ejaculation: he cries “BOOM!” with concomitant violent shaking.

I lost my seniority at the shelter. The policy is to reserve a man’s cot for him until 6:30 p.m. if he signed in the previous night. Another policy they have is to give preferential treatment to men who have jobs. First in for shelter, food, showers, etc.

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