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Yesterday afternoon (May 20, 2017 I did not know, until after the meeting, that, I was sitting directly in front of CIA Mormon Craig Johnson.
Even when I smelled coffee, a very strong aroma, I did not know he was the guy with the coffee.
I turned around and I saw a container of coffee in the man’s hands seated in back of me. I did not look at his face. I decided to ignore the fact that he was acting as though he was at home enjoying a second cup of coffee while watching his favorite tv program.
I was determined to do as I had said I would: ignore anything I observed ridiculers and infiltrators doing, conduct designed to mock Jehovah’s people, and Jehovah God Himself; ignore them, fully confident that each will be dealt with fully when it is time, by means of God’s Son Christ Jesus, for the wrath of Jehovah God to strike each and every ridiculer and each and every mocker. (2 Peter 3:3-4, some of this chapter is symbolic, not literal [God will not literally destroy this beautiful planet, earth], though destruction of the ridiculers, deceivers, scoffers and mockers is literal. cc all Mormon barristers)
It was during Curry Yancing(?)’s talk (Symposium: Acacia Trees) when he talked about “doers of the word” that I heard paper (snack food paper bag) rattling in the row behind me, and I felt easy button laser beam pain in my head, and Curry (? [I need to have access to the correct spelling of each and every speaker’s name]) said something about “navigate to where you always sit.” something or other that we’re all pilots??
I think it was during CIA-ASIS or CIA-SIS [or probably, both] David Caraccas’ (I need the correct spelling of his name) humor-filled entertaining spiel including his joke about Jehovah, that, when he was a young Bethelite, he said, “I know Jehovah loves me, but does he have to love me so much?”), I did not turn around and ask him (Craig), “What are the chances of some hot coffee in your lidless coffee cup accidentally spilling on my head?”
(I am extremely opposed to food being allowed in the auditorium. Some even munching on popcorn and chips and pretzels as though they’re being entertained in a movie theater, or at the Apollo!)
I did not say anything to him, I did not look at him (I did not know it was him), I was trying to be on my best behavior. I did though, glare at the woman sitting next to him (his wife, I assume) drinking bottled water and the teenage female sitting next to her (his daughter, I assume) munching on a bag of pretzels. (Such goings on were unheard of a few decades ago!) The adult female looked at me as if to ask, why was I looking at them!
Had I known they two are his wife and daughter and it was he seated behind me, I would have stood up, covered my nose with a tissue, squeezed my nose, sneezed (looking at his face but not right in his face), picked up my tote bag and my handbag, and left the balcony!
This new edition to Starbucks’ sign-on screen for WiFi connection looks more like the Jersey City Assembly Hall than the Brooklyn Assembly Hall:
[Two typographical errors in the following paragraph (originally posted here: SHOCKING CLAIMS) have been corrected:]
I know my former congregation on 8th Street in Park Slope that CIA Mormon Ian Dickman is now in charge of, is at the Brooklyn Assembly Hall this weekend, because I saw Michael Harrison; his bow-tie (the wrath of Jehovah God is upon you, Mormon Church of Satan) I will comment about one day next week. (CIA Mormon vicious rabid pitbull Craig Johnson’s comment about harmonica, I will comment on today, in another post, and when I say that, the wrath of Jehovah God is upon the Mormon Church of Satan, I am not lying nor am I exaggerating.) I know my congregation that I now attend on Third Avenue that what’s his name Barrow or Barrows is now in charge of, is at the Assembly Hall this weekend because I saw Ms. McDuffy who also lives at the YWCA and I saw Diane Williams, wearing a blond wig. I know the congregations on 129th Street in Harlem are there because two of the elders gave talks, Clifton Eadie and Michael McDonald. Steve Royster is a member of Triboro congregation, on 129th Street. That’s how it all started, when I gave a card to Steve Royster, telling him that surely he makes his parents heart glad, but more importantly, Jehovah’s. (Proverbs 27:11) I looked for Steve Royster, in the balcony and in the lobby, but I did not see him. He is constantly in my prayers to Jehovah.
May 21, 2017. About Me. When I saw Starbucks theater that looks so much like the Assembly Hall in Jersey City, I wondered: Should I go to Jersey City Assembly Hall to view part 3 of the film, the drama titled Remember the Wife of Lot, and hear the concluding talk, “Keep in Expectation… It Will Not Be Late!”? Or should I go back to Brooklyn Assembly Hall? I felt that I really need to go back to Brooklyn Assembly Hall. But why? One of the reasons, I reasoned, is because, I need to take a picture of a sign that I noticed yesterday but was not able to take a picture because, my phone needed to be charged, a picture of a Triborough Medical Urgent Care sign on the Chase bank building on the corner of Church Avenue at Flatbush Avenue, across the street from Citibank. But is that just an excuse? Is there some ulterior reason I feel I must go back to Brooklyn Assembly Hall today? Am I stalking Steve Royster? Yesterday at the Assembly Hall before the afternoon program began, I prayed to Jehovah God, fervently begging Him to please in some way let me know that He is directing my steps in this work that I do. I begged Jehovah God to please let me know beyond any doubt, that, He really hears my prayers. Jehovah God answered my prayer while I was praying.
[Mormon computer gremlin wiseguy narrow margin has been eliminated in the following Eye on Costa Rica article, posted on a page labeled FUTURE AND CRAIG JOHNSON ]
Eye on Costa Rica
“The King of Costa Rican Calypso Music…Walter Ferguson”
How did you learn to play the different musical instruments?
I first started playing the harmonica that belonged to one of my older brothers. I began to play it, and my Mother scolded me and told me to return it to my brother, but I did not. I hid it so I could continue to practice. When my brother found out, he got mad and threw the harmonica in the backyard in the dark. I looked and looked for that harmonica, it took me so long to find it that in the end my brother showed me how to play it. Nobody could play that harmonica better than me. I also learned to play the guitar and the organ, as my Mother sent me to take lessons with a local man.
Also, there are many times Calypso is from humor….
Yes, like the history of Bato, he called himself Albert. …