Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Good Things about my family

I've probably mentioned the deliberate driving of myself insane too many times to count recently on this blog ----- but that was just one moment in history, and it was my sisters' friend who actually started it,

so now, here, I am going to write some good things about my family.

Every member of my family has good traits.

1) My Dad ------- he's a great driver and a great handyman. Not fun to talk to for me, but he's a cog in the family's gears that keeps things working.

2) My Mom -------- She's good to talk to, great listener, worked at a job and kept the family running ----- if there's anything good about Mormonism, my Mom tries to exemplify it.

3) My older brother --------- I really appreciate my brother because he's not a total freeloader. He has learned to pay for things in a BIG way. Whenever I have coffee, or candy, or pizza or anything that he needs that he doesn't have which I do ----- he'll gladly pay me for mine. I really appreciate this. It's a good thing he does.

4) The older of my sisters --------- She was a real pain in my neck as a kid, but as an adult, she has become nicer and *more* responsible. She actually is attempting to engage in an industry too, as if she feels she's in competition with me for making the big bucks ---- although the potential to make the big bucks was in my industry while it'd be great to see her at least break even in what she's doing.

5) My youngest sister ----------- My youngest sister is the only one of us who turned out really well.  She was a mostly good kid, she's a good adult ----- most people really like her.  She's nice and responsible.

SO:::: My family isn't really all that bad.

It's just that according to Mormonism home is supposed to be a refuge ---- but #4, the older of my sisters, she was just a real pain in the neck as a kid -------- and then Mormonism said I was always supposed to forgive everything, which means I was never allowed to lay down the law, and well, by the time I became an adult - school, school problems, and home problems and church problems basically had me burned out.

So, I had a hard time as I grew up, but now currently as an adult, things are going better ---- the worst part is just having memories.

I'm writing this post just to let you know my family is at least somewhat functional.

The only real bad thing I can say about my family in the current sense is that the females don't understand how to ask God for help making money. It's not in their grammar.

My understanding is that if you want to do anything in life, it's really good to get God's help with it.

The women in my family just don't understand asking God for help making money.

That's the biggest problem.

Other than that ----- my family actually operates pretty well. As long as I don't have memories.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

An Amazing Thing

In this blog post I'm going to say something amazing::: and it's true ---- but this type of thing might be commonplace enough in magical reality that it might be easily forgettable.

About a week or so ago I started becoming depressed. Just having memories from my life history were bringing me down.

This morning, I had a headache, a youtube video reminded me of how much I've suffered in my own family. And I was depressed.

So, I came upstairs and tried talking with my Dad about the problems on my mind ---- of course, true to his nature, all he could respond with was interruptions, arguments and really just isn't a good person to talk to.

I took an Ativan. Mostly, the discussion ended.

But I still had a headache.

So, I went to lie down again, and my headache was kind of getting pretty bad ------

So all I said was "Dear Heavenly Father, please send Jesus to heal my headache".

Very quickly, 99% of my headache was gone. Right now about 99.5% of the headache is gone.

As I am writing this, I literally feel like my brain was overcome by a healing and I don't feel the vast majority of the pain I was feeling just moments ago.


It was always a really big question for me how a man declared miraculous by the church would then instantly be declared Schizophrenic.

If I was miraculous -- couldn't we just magically heal the schizophrenia?

I suppose there were problems though, like

1) My sisters were actually deliberately trying to drive me insane. They WANTED mental illness ----- it wouldn't make sense to God to ask for my mental illness and then ask for an instant healing right after ---

so my family is a bit foolish, to say the least....

2) but also, as I was discussing with my Dad today ----- in a lot of ways the LDS Church just doesn't make any sense.

Today it was basically just going over D&C 64 and the whole forgiveness doctrine and double standard in the church.

SO::::: I was declared miraculous, but I was instantly held as schizophrenic as well.

Asking for insanity just isn't the brightest thing to do. And all I was ever told was that I was required to forgive them.

The situation just didn't work.


But now, just now, I reached a point in my life where I was having a bad headache ---- and just by asking God for a healing I got a very quick healing.  That was pretty cool.

I was feeling rotten this morning, especially with the headache.  Asked for a healing, and now I'm no longer hurting.


The point of discussion I had is illustratable with how::::

My sisters would actually want me to be mentally ill,,,

and all the church would say is that everything has to be forgiven.

My sisters were clearly hurting me,

and the church can't just let me declare a suit or lay down the law about their behavior.

So:::: though the miraculous should easily heal schizophrenia, the miraculous actually became schizophrenic.

That doesn't help the church's credibility, especially when members of the church itself were actually trying to cause mental illness.

Just really dumb.


At least the headache is gone.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

My Life is a Dream ---- Freakish Storyline

On May 20th 2018 I created a PDF with a story contained within.

Only my Mom and I have read that story unless someone else has been looking at my iCloud files.

What the fictional short story said basically came true in a distorted way in just the following days and weeks after.

I basically have this recent "storyline" on my blog that starts somewhere with me declaring my sister to be "innocent" --- basically a forgiveness of the extreme difficulty she was for me as a kid.

About the time of writing that post, I had created a short story that I was thinking about publishing but didn't because when my Mom read it, she didn't laugh ---- and it was supposed to be funny (and based on current events, or a fictional variation on current events).

Maybe it's just hard to get Mormons to laugh ----- but I didn't publish the story since she didn't find it as amusing as I did.

The thing is::::: something really weird happened basically in the past month -------- and though not exactly the same ------- it actually directly resembles something I fictitiously wrote just days before this freakish storyline on my blog started.

There's a video game called "Alan Wake". That game was interesting for me. It actually resembles what just happened to me in real life right in recent experience.

Life seems like a dream. It's like I'm already dead and gone to some kind of heaven that only resembles what I knew in "real life".

It could also be looked at like I was down on a lower level when I was young ---- but when I got my patriarchal blessing something completely magical happened and now I'm just growing and progressing.

What reality really is has become so mind-boggling. To me, life is magical.

How anything ever happens now can basically be summed up in the law of attraction basically: "Thoughts become things".

I wrote a short story fictitiously based on current events ------ and in a sense, in a very immediate sense ----- the story came true.

I'm just sitting here in awe of what has happened.  Absolutely amazing. Just like Alan Wake - except with a different story being written.


With how a wrote a short fictional story in a recent event time frame ----- and then the story basically came true, more or less,

and how Elder GONG and Elder SOARES became LDS apostles -----

and a whole history of very interesting things happening --------

My mind is just blown.  Reality is far more magical and amazing than I would have known as a kid. Having faith is a big part of finding out though.


My current lock-in period as a home connection with my ISP is going to end within a month or so ------- it's becoming [more] possible [it seems] at this point for me to switch to a business internet connection where I can set up my own website and distribute my own whatevers.

Maybe if I do set up my own business connection with my own server ---- maybe then I can distribute my short story. Just for the fun of it. To show you what ai wrote and compare it to what happened. Maybe.

You could say I could just publish the story on Amazon Kindle or something ---- but no, I know people won't pay me for it, and the story is going to be dated, so I might as well just release it as a PDF on my own serve in coming months.

If anything happens at all. We'll see.

The Love is a Root

This morning I looked at my inbox and saw an email from someone offering to me to join some kind of club or program that offered to make me very wealthy.

Just yesterday my injections nurse reminded me of the old Bible quote "The love of money is a root of all kinds of evil".

I have developed the opinion that if GOD actually wanted me to be very wealthy, then he could and would make me very wealthy very quickly. No problems with him being capable of doing that.

But he's not doing that.

I may have had a sort of goal since I was young to make lots of money ------ but to put it simply I have learned from repeated experience that I've basically hit a glass ceiling ----- it actually seems like I'm just plain not allowed to become super-wealthy.

I've determined that the best I can do is live below my means and invest what's left over.  That's the best I can do.

I can't even trust people to actually pay me for anything I ever do --- even if I charge only the smallest price.

Considering how money is a root of all kinds of evil, and how God could make me very wealthy IF he wanted to, I've decided just to not bother with this email.

As far as I'm concerned, becoming wealthy with God's help may be as simple as getting the women in my family to simply just ASK for God's help.

So far --- I think that's what's held me back, is that the women in my family don't realize it's as simple as asking God.

The women in my family basically say they just don't agree with such tactics.

Maybe I should respect their wishes ---- especially as I'm comfortable enough where I am and all I have to do is live below my means and invest.

If God wanted me to be wealthy he just has to snap his fingers and it would be so.

I've learned I can't trust people to pay me for anything ----- so maybe it's best if I just avoid emails like this.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Would You Believe this?


Recently on my blog, I told my idea for a sliding scale rent system that could be used to house homeless people in Calgary.

I also mentioned fundraising for Plan Canada ---- a charity that tries to enhance the rights of women in third world countries.

I received a couple emails back then ------- very interesting (and I'm not sure I entirely understood, as one email was the type one would normally regard as spammy and the other I just didn't understand) but obviously someone was watching --- because usually, people don't send me email.

Anyway:::: Who knows how big this blog really is, because the two issues I discussed on my blog:::

Housing homeless Canadians and helping 3rd World Females ----------


1) Plan Canada sent me an email:::

Subject: The historic G7 announcement you helped achieve

Woah --- I helped achieve this??? I mean, if we are literally referring to just me here, then this is becoming a really, really small world. Who else was involved???

"This past weekend, I had the honour to represent you and help voice the call for their needs to be met, as global leaders gathered for the G7 Leadership Summit in Quebec, Canada"

Here we go, it's directly related back to me again in this email.

Short of it is;::: $3.8 billion has been committed to help educate children in emergencies.

Wow! That's awesome!!!

And the email is written in such a way it makes me feel like I was somehow personally responsible.

Is that a plural "you" or a singular "you" in the subject and in the writing?

Maybe Canadians should adopt the word "yall" so we'd be able to distinguish between the plural and singular.

Well, I discussed it on my blog::: now there's billions for education. Awesome!!!

2) I was watching the news::::::

You know how I was talking about my ideas on reducing homelessness in Calgary right?

Well, on the news I just learned that the Canadian Government is now spending something around 2 billion dollars on housing the homeless, money with fewer restrictions than usual.

Wow! Again!!!

So:::: I just discussed Plan ::: boom 3.8 billion ------ I just discussed Canadian homelessness::: boom ~2 billion.

It's like they're watching me.

But considering some of the absolutely amazing marvelous stuff that happened recently in my life, like on the level of miraculous, I guess this cannot be considered a big surprise.

I've known that I've been watched for quite a long time now. I was just one of those really impressive Grade A students.  Heck --- they outright told me I was on the psychiatric watch list years ago. I guess that's an OK watch list to be on ------- but in some ways it's really not alright that you'd be on such a watch list.  But anyway.  They're just trying to help I guess.

Anyway --- yeah. There you go. I talked on my blog about this, and then big announcements were made.

But seriously, I'm not going into detail on my blog, but there was at least one pretty interesting miracle that happened that I discussed in email ----- anyway.


What's the likelihood that I'd actually do some work on stuff like this myself???

I'd be most comfortable working with money that I earn or win in the lottery.

Problem however:::: though my family is "sealed" together by the Mormon church ----- we aren't necessarily completely united or functional about anything.

I may have been manic as I wrote about homelessness --- today and more recently I had started feeling depressed ----- although today's news has lifted my spirits quite a bit.

I can't even drive a car ---- am I even qualified to take on any such task? I would need family help in order to do anything I think, and historically my family hasn't been the most supportive.

We get along with each other ------- but we've seen our downs, even if they don't seem like major downs.

I'm not sure how much I could personally accomplish with my group actually trying to actually do anything --------

But if I made 20-50 million dollars somehow, I had my idea on how I'd manage my own money in helping homeless people.

Not sure if taking government funding for my idea is really right though. It was my idea about something I might do privately.

Bah - I dunno. Now I'm just rambling. I'm just not sure I'm really qualified to actually take on the task is all I'm saying.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Played some Forge TV

Yesterday one of my nephews was over at my house, and he and I decided to sit down for some video games. Forge TV time.

I almost never get to play video games with other people ---- everyone in my household except myself is basically too disabled to play games. My other relatives are either too busy or too young.

Anyway:::: I think The Bananatree Brothers: Eat Carrots was actually a big success at this point: I've now managed to play that game with my brother-in-law's brother and my nephew and they both really liked it.

One of the reasons I gave that game away for free was because I wasn't sure people were going to like it since it was basically a new idea for a video game ----- but so far, with the few chances I've had to play, it's been really well accepted.

Last night, after my nephew was gone, I decided to check out my OUYA portal to see what kind of action my games have had on the store::::

Both OUYA and Cortex have seen quite a bit of action with people downloading my games within the past couple months as near as I could tell ---- I was so happy to see that people were still interested.

Of course, as has become expected::: I saw zero sales reported.

Possible reasons for why I might not collect my own sales::: 1) Maybe I'm paying the government back for the benefits they've given me (just maybe) and 2) Maybe I offered my revenue to a charity a long time ago (also just maybe).   I don't know exactly which it is, but I'm guessing it might be something along those lines.

OUYA was absolutely wonderful to me::::: Before I went into OUYA I was afraid that my brain was too broken to actually complete a project ------ for years my mind had been a wreck and I had dropped out of school and I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle programming a video game.

I think OUYA was like occupational therapy for me or something like that ---- it was awesome ---- I learned that I was actually capable, and I stopped feeling so ill and now these days I feel like I am largely recovering from my problems.

On one hand, I very much had a mental difficulty,

while in another sense there very really was a very real magic in my life and existence.

Part of the problem though was that the magic of the Law of Attraction had been used to cause my mental illness::::: the people around me seemed to demand my downfall. It's too bad my own family couldn't be more supportive of me in my efforts to succeed.

Miracles are definitely real, however. There's no questioning a magical reality for me anymore. There absolutely is a God.

It was really just too bad that the patriarch gave me miracles but all people wanted, including people in my own family, all they wanted was mental illness. For some reason --- I'm not sure why.

Anyway --- OUYA was great --- pulled me out of that mental illness rut ---- I'm happier and feel more recovered now.

Friday, June 8, 2018

No! I want to forget!

So, for the past couple weeks or so I had forgotten so much, and I was living psychically in a blissful wonderland where there was no past to haunt me and life became magical.

More recently, some of my memories have been coming back to me ---- and just by remembering things, that alone puts a real damper on my mood.

It's really too bad when simply having memories of your life brings your psychology into a lower state.

So::: I had about a couple weeks there where I was in a blissful, more or less manic state ----

and now I'm sensing some level of light depression.

I was remembering how odd it is when my brain's logic processor didn't seem to work in the past.

I know reality is magical, in so many ways, but I understand how mental illness is seen as a problem because I'm remembering some of my own issues I've had in the past and I'm wondering what the heck was wrong with me.

I can remember 3 times in my life where I was making bad decisions and really my logic processor just wasn't operational,

plus remembering how I used to be one of the best math students but by grade 12 I was unable to perform like I had always been used to be able to.

That led me to remember the magic of the Law of Attraction ---- you get what you want -----

and really, the best explanation I can think of, magically, for why my brain went haywire was simply because people used to mistreat me quite a bit and my sisters and their friends were actually deliberately trying to drive me insane.

These memories just aren't any good. Forgetting and living in blissful ignorance of my own past was so much fun.

Remembering sucks.

Either way, I'm gonna be considered mentally ill however you cut it I think.

Remember people::: The ONLY people you really have in life, the only people who in the end you should be able to have, is your family. Even your best friends can just up and disappear.

All you have, really, is your family.

So it's such a shame and very sad when siblings are mean to each other and can't simply be helpful and lift each other up.

Siblings should be there for each other, to uplift each other, and make each other's lives better-----

because it's a real disaster when for who knows what reason you just can't get along.

My whole family has problems::: we only have one member of our family who turned out really well or quite well.

Basically, my brain is just haunted by this major problem in my life:::

The Law of Attraction says we get what we ask for,

and all throughout my childhood, all I have is memories of one of my sisters being mean and calling me and my brother names.

She grew up to be nicer, but as a child, she was an absolute disaster.

The whole reason I joined the Mormon church was I had a hope the Mormon church might teach my sister morality and how to behave herself.

The baptismal covenant didn't really stick to my sister --- it seemed ---- so ten or more years later when she finally went for the endowment ---- only then did a glimmer of hope light up that she'd start behaving herself.

She was baptized and a member of the church for years and it never fixed her.

She basically had to go to the temple where I think they teach you not to criticize ---- she had to go there and do that over and over and over again before the name calling and nasty words stopped.

Anyway. Remembering sucks.

If I'm schizoaffective, then for the past couple weeks I was basically manic --- but now some of my memories are back, and it's bringing me down.

Just thought I'd let you have that update.