Morning by Morning, (Isaiah 28:19)

September 28, 2017, 1:15pm. About Me. I’m at Starbucks, on Eighth Avenue at 35th Street, across the street from New Yorker Hotel.  I’m sitting at the window.  There is a steady stream of people walking by, an incredible number of people; probably not only here, but all over New York City.  It wasn’t always this way, the crowdedness.  This city is much much too crowded.  Could it be that they’re all tourists, visiting to see the marvels of New York—”Freedom Tower” and the “Occulus” and Times Square?  The time is now 1:19pm, however my new laptop computer indicates that the time is 10:19am, which is California time.

The longer I sit here, in Starbucks across the street from New Yorker Hotel, the more people I actually observe, the more I realize, this is a drugs area.

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September 28, 2017, approximately 3:15pm.  A female wearing gladiator sandals just sat next to me, and I now feel easy button laser beam pain in my head. I do not know if she’s a “FEARLESS” “No More Mr. Nice Guy” by choice or if she chose to be though I do not think most who are trained to press easy button laser beams on their devices, choose to.  A song about “Hey baby I think I want to marry you” is now playing here in Starbucks, across the street from the New Yorker Hotel.


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Brent Belnap in New York City courtesy photo
(Doug Robinson: Utahn in N.Y. knows to be prepared, Doug Robinson, September 5, 2017, https://www.deseretnews.com/article/700176628/Utahn-in-NY-knows-to-be-prepared.html)

During some of the time this easy button laser beam pain is paining my head, Skip Marley was singing a song titled Lion.  Naïve Rastafarians think it’s about them, but it’s not.  Don’t try to convince “Rasta” men that CIA/M15 agents planted the potent “sacred” weed in the hills of Jamaica; they won’t believe you.  cc all Mormon barristers

Some said “never” but the never done come
Yeah, and took our trust
Hate’s been winning, but the lovers ain’t done
Yeah, not on my watch

Yeah, if ya took all my rights away
Yeah, if ya tellin’ me how to pray
Yeah, if ya won’t let us demonstrate
Yeah, you’re wrong
Yeah, if ya thinking I don’t belong
Yeah, if ya hiding behind a gun
Yeah, if ya hoping we’re gonna run, run

We are the lions, we are the chosen
We gonna shine out the dark
We are the movement, this generation
You better know who we are, who we are
Yeah, if I

Some said “fire” when the fire was ice
No, and sold a lie
Some may buy it, I’m not paying the price
No, not in this life

Yeah, if ya took all my rights away
Yeah, if ya tellin’ me how to pray
Yeah, if ya won’t let us demonstrate
Yeah, you’re wrong
Yeah, if ya thinking I don’t belong
Yeah, if ya hiding behind a gun
Yeah, if ya hoping we’re gonna run, run

We are the lions, we are the chosen
We gonna shine out the dark
We are the movement, this generation
You better know who we are, who we are

Deep down in everyone, there’s a little fire
Let me get higher, I’ll fuel the fire
Already high up, I’ll take you higher
Real conquer nyah, girls admire, well
Living, we growing with pride
All of the lions, we strive
Working so hard to unite
United, we tired of lies, tired of lies

We are the lions, we are the chosen
We gonna shine out the dark
We are the movement, this generation
You better know who we are
We are the lions, we are the chosen
We gonna shine out the dark
We are the movement, this generation
You better know who we are

Yeah, you know that some said “never” but the never done come
We gonna shine out the dark
Oh, they know that hate’s been winning, but the lovers ain’t done
You better know who we are, who we are
Yeah, if I
(Lion, Skip Marley, http://www.metrolyrics.com/lions-lyrics-skip-marley.html )
Alvin R. Dyer
Talk given: March 18, 1961
Oslo, Norway
Missionary Conference

I have always felt that if you would place in the minds of anybody the reason for doing things and the purpose behind it, you wouldn’t have to worry about what that person would do.  If you young men and women know why you are here and why the Lord is so anxious for us to preach the Gospel today, and then would ask yourselves a number of questions connected with that, such as:  Why is it that you are born today instead of 2,000 years ago?  Why is it that you are sitting in this room today and were for some reason, not born in the day of Moses or in the day when Christ was upon the earth?  Or do you think that is just something haphazard – that it just happened that way – that nobody had anything to do with it?  You would ask another question maybe:  Why is it that you are white and not colored?  Have you ever asked yourself that question?  Who had anything to do with your being born into the Church?  Why not born a Chinese or a Hindu or a Negro?  Is God such an unjust person that he would make you white and free and make a Negro cursed under the cursing of Cain, that he could not hold the Priesthood of God?  Who do you think decided and what is the reason behind it?  Then maybe you would ask yourselves another question:  Why is it that you were kept in the Spirit World until the last dispensation to come forth among the children of men?  Was there any reason for that, and who  decided it?
(For What Purpose?, CIA Mormon Danite Avenging Angel Pale Male Angry Bird Alvin Dyer, speaking to a group of Mormon missionaries in Norway, 1961,
http://probationarystate.blogspot.com/2010/09/alvin-r-dyer-for-what-purpose.html, emphasis added)


(Doug Robinson: Utahn in N.Y. knows to be prepared, Doug Robinson, September 5, 2017, https://www.deseretnews.com/article/700176628/Utahn-in-NY-knows-to-be-prepared.html)

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Back to this what happened this morning, September 28, 2017:  B&H Electronics technical support employee configured my new laptop for me.  I went to B&H this morning because there’s a virus on my laptop that I was using yesterday.  Coincidentally, while I was posting information about Mayor Warren Wilhelm aka Bill de Blasio aka Mr. Cleanup Man, a message popped up on my computer informing me that my computer was attacked with a virus and that I should immediately call Microsoft, at 1 800 391 2888.  I did no such thing!  I decided I would purchase a new laptop, and take the virus-infected computer to Best Buy Geek Squad; I have an annual subscription with Geek Squad for computer repair.

The virus popped up on my computer yesterday at approximately 3:45pm, while I was posting pictures of Mayor Warren Wilhelm aka Bill de Blasio aka Mr. Cleanup Man and his family at the Mermaid Day Parade, Coney Island.  He’s wearing a pirate costume.  His son, Dante, was crowned King Neptune.  And, of course, Warren aka Bill being who he is, there’s a picture of him demonstrating, for all onlookers to see, his profound love for his wife.  It was when I tried to post that particular picture that it happened, the virus.

I took a lot of pictures this morning.  Really important pictures.  Really important. I cannot post the pictures because I cannot yet access Googles Photos; I cannot remember my password and Google cannot send an email to my email address because I did not yet install AOL on this my new computer.  Really, no exaggeration, really important pictures, and I am not referring to the picture I took of Barbara Miasma Cutler who just so happened to be walking across the street at the moment I walked in front of YWCA main entrance after I stood on the corner of Third Avenue at State Street taking some really important pictures of some vehicles driving by.  I was not quick enough to get a picture of Ms. Miasma’s red t-shirt, some kind of code word message that somebody (Molly?) gave her.   I also took a picture of Ms. Miasma two mornings ago, or maybe it was yesterday morning, in the hallway, she on her way to the kitchen on the State Street side of the building.  She did not know I was walking in back of her.  I was walking in the main corridor, having just left the kitchen on the side of the building where I live, the Atlantic Avenue side of the building.  As I approached the corridor or hall that Barbara Cutler lives in, the corridor around the corner from the kitchen, the corridor where Alice and Rose live, Barbara Cutler turned the corner from the corridor to the main corridor.  Evidently she was on a mission—she walked with purpose. Another resident, an older black woman, also turned the corridor at the same time as Barbara; I do not think they were together but maybe the black female was told to walk in the hall, I do not know.  I did not follow Ms. Miasma into the kitchen, the kitchen was where I was headed.  Almost every morning I go to both kitchens to see what if anything is showcased on the kitchen tables, or in the recycles receptacles.  When I walked to the kitchen doorway, what did I see?  Ms. Miasma in one of  the two refrigerators rummaging through other residents’ food!  There is no valid excuse for Barbara Cutler to be in either of the two refrigerators on the State Street side of the building.  She was so absorbed in rummaging, she did not notice that I was standing in the doorway. I did not take a picture of her illegality, but I should have, and I will, if the opportunity presents itself again!  (This is an example of why I have a dorm refrigerator in my room.)

Yesterday afternoon after Mormon computer gremlins infected my computer with a virus, I began reading the last few pages of book I was then reading, The Last Mile by David Baldacci. Then I began reading a book that I had completely forgotten about, a book titled The Legacy by Kirsten Tranton, a book that I borrowed several years ago from the bookshelves on the 8th floor lounge (where I live, YWCA Brooklyn), a book that I had started reading, but stopped reading; why I cannot remember, probably because while in Pathmark (which is now Stop&Shop) I saw a book that caught my eye and I put The Legacy book aside, then forgot about it, because at the time it was not that interesting and did not seem that important.  Fleur, someone’s name, is the first word in the Prologue.

Fleur knocked on my door, and I must have been asleep because it seemed to wake me. is the first sentence.

I noticed the book on my bookcase because it’s the book that the easy button laser beam fly had settled on, on my bookcase.


A WASHINGTON SQUARE PRESS PAPERBACK ORIGINALA thrilling and addictive novel about three unlikely friends and the web of lies that unravels after one of them goes missing.  At the center of The Legacy is the story of Julia Alpers, her friend Ralph, and the beautiful and wealthy Ingrid. As students in Sydney, the bond that ties this threesome together is complex-delicate and intense, shaped by intellect, and defined by desire. When Ingrid falls in love and marries the much older and very handsome Gil Grey, she decides to leave her friends and settle in New York City, where Gil is a major player in the art world. It is here that she becomes stepmother to Gil’s teenage daughter, a former child prodigy, and begins her own work on rare, ancient texts called “curse scrolls” at Columbia University. But on the morning of September 11, 2001, she has an appointment downtown. And is never seen again. Devastated and heartsick, Ralph sends Julia to New York to investigate Ingrid’s last days. What Julia discovers plunges her more deeply into Ingrid’s life than she could ever imagine. As Julia grows closer to unearthing the truth about Ingrid’s death, she is forced to confront her conflicted feelings about her former friend and to make a crucial decision about her own future. Praised by international critics as an “entertaining literary thriller that skillfully describes the almost pleasurable pain of love and life denied” (The Australian), The Legacy is an utterly addictive and beautifully written novel that introduces a brilliant new voice in fiction.
https://www.ebookmall.com/ebook/the-legacy/kirsten-tranter/9781439177211

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(Australia Stock Exchange, September 27, 2017, http://www.asx.com.au

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Yesterday late afternoon while reading the first few pages of The Legacy by Kirsten Trantor, I fell asleep, an easy button laser beam narcolepsy attack.  I woke up when someone slammed the window in the bathroom, at which time I felt easy button laser beam shock in my body.  I was feeling so tired, so weak, I went to bed at approximately 4:30pm.  I woke up at approximately 10:30pm.  I did not eat dinner last night.  Other than one or two times I woke up during the night because of easy button laser beam pressure on my bladder, I slept from approximately 4:15pm, until approximately 4:15am this morning, 12 hours; very unusual for me.  When I went to the bathroom at approximately 5am, coincidentally Martha, the resident in the room across the hall from Faye, who, the morning before, asked the question, “Are those m…..f…..s. still at the window?” referring to one or two of the roofers who’re repairing the roof.  While I was in the bathroom another resident entered the bathroom, the resident in room 1173 who a few weeks ago, was coincidentally aligned with me almost every time I went to the bathroom and almost every time I went out and came in.  Her name is Shirlene.   Now that I know about one of the new and improved Nazis’/new and improved KKK’s mascots, David Lane, and the significance of Carmen to them, Carmen, I sometimes wonder if the black wife of Mayor Warren Wilhelm aka Bill de Blasio is really named Chirlane McCray.

I’m leaving Starbucks.  Will post more information in my room at YWCA Brooklyn, that is, unless Mormon computer gremlins attack this, my new computer, with a virus, or just simply prevent me from accessing the internet.  They can do that.  They’re invincible. They’re the masters of the universe.