Stalked

It's a year or so later. I have a summer job at Made Rite Potato Chip in my town. After work, instead of going home I loiter around the city's downtown area. It's just getting dark and I meet two girls. We start talking and as I'm talking with one of the girls a young man approaches and start talking with the other girl. I suspect he is a person who has been stalking me.

I ask the girl I've just met, "Is he with you?"

"No, I thought he was with you." She tells me.

"No, he's not with me." I say to her, and she notifies her girlfriend who snubs the interloper. He withdraws.

The girls and I agree to meet the next day.

My catholic stalkers are temporarily stymied. They will contact my father, and dad, under pressure from the priest will bust up my newly found social contact and I won't see the girls again.

And that is just one of the ways that my catholic stalkers attempt to block my social life, and is one of the reasons why they stalk me. They will disturb and cause trouble to my social life. They will pervert it.

Joined the Military

Joined the Military

I took the oath of allegiance to my country in Providence Rhode Island with a group of other enlistees. In a couple of days I headed to Texas with two other enlistees. I had my first legal beer at the airport in New York City. Got a commercial flight to Texas on a turbo-prop. Stopped in Atlanta Georgia for additional enlistees. Arrived in Texas in the early morning hours. It was still dark as the busload of us enlistees arrived at the military base. I could feel the Texas heat as I got off the bus. It was still dark and I could feel the heat. Yes I was miles from Massachusetts.

I had arrived in heaven! Hell was far behind me. I marched, jogged, got my uniform. I was a slick sleeve, Airman Basic, and I was a Road Guard. It seemed like one day our flight was a 'rainbow flight' (in civilian clothes) then we passed though supply getting, military shirts, pants, underwear, dress blues and brogans. After being outfitted the flight was regular Air Force. Just like all the other flights marching, drilling and doing calisthenics.

"Road Guards out!" Came the call and I would hustle to the road intersection with wooden stop sign in hand, holding it forward for any vehicle to view. "Road Guards In!" and I would hustle back to the marching formation. Yes I was in heaven.

And the food I had left behind from six years of Mount Saint Charles, if one can call that food, to the food that I now had access to; real butter, toast, coffee, ice cream, real food and good servings. The only thing I found fault with was the metal tray that the military put the good food on.  But I would later think, rather good food on a metal tray than poor food on fine china. I danced a short dance in Heaven. Danced to the sound of "Road Guards Out!", Danced to any command or cadence called while marching in formation. In that first week or two I was not singled out. It was heaven.

 My escape from the bastard Devil Jesuits and the bastard school (Mount Saint Charles Academy) and the catholic bastards who had stalked me in Fall River were gone! Not allowed on the military base. I was free. I was free in Lackland Air Force Base, San Antonio Texas.Wednesday, May 04, 2005

An Offer

Lackland Air Force Base San Antonio Texas, June/July 1959

My flight queued up for medical shots. I took my turn and got a series of shots via a medical implement something like an air gun. After I had gotten the shots my training instructor told me to wait outside.

 Another enlistee and I were shunted off to an area near an office full of military people at desks doing paper work. They were paper pushers. One military person was right in front of the main window. Easy to spot. There he was in his dress blues and sporting a rank of E3, one stripe on his sleeve. I was not impressed. Yes he had rank on me. He could chew me out. But overall he was a paper pusher and he was tied to a desk. I could plainly see that.

An NCO (non-commissioned officer) with the rank of Tech Sergeant, five stripes on his sleeve, approached us two enlistees. He had an offer to make.

How would we like to shuck off this basic training? Leave it all behind? The Tech Sergeant could do that for us. All we had to do was say yes and join his group  of paper pushers. Right here. Right now. How would you like that?

I flat out didn't like it. It was out of order.

It was an attempt to sidetrack me. So I determinedly explained to the Tech NCO that my enlistment officer had promised me electro-mechanical tech school. And in his hand he held my personal papers on a clipboard. On it was stated as such. One could plainly see the electro-mechanical printed in black and white.

It was my only hope not to be sidetracked, not to be shunted to a desk job.

The NCO pointed out that I had done so well in the Administrative part of my enlistment test and that was good reason why he was giving me the offer.

No. I want no part of it or any administrative desk job and I stuck to my position. It is electro-mechanical that I had been slated for and that's what I should be receiving. I didn't want his offer and I was allowed to return to my flight.

The other enlistee that had been with me took the offer.

It was out of order. I knew that. I sensed that. Enlistees such as myself and the other Airman I had been with had only completed one week and a half  of basic training. It is an eight week basic training course. Enlistees complete basic training in eight straight weeks, or they complete four weeks of basic training at Lackland  AFB then they are transferred to another AFB, a training base, and they complete the rest of their basic plus any technical training they have been assigned to.

The offer was a short circuit. A shunt. Tuesday, May 03, 2005

The Drunken NCO

The TI, training instructor would be gone for the evening. He had given clear instructions for anyone wanting to gain access to the barracks.

The instructions were: the person who was trying to gain access to the barracks was to slip his identification card between the screen door and the door frame. The barracks guard was to take the card and hold it up to the screen door and compare the photo on the card to the person trying to gain access. If the photo matched the person, then everything was in order and the barracks guard would open the screen door to let the person into the barracks.

Under no circumstances was anyone inside the barracks to step outside. It was the barracks guards job to follow those instructions and carry them out. And we were to give due respect to any NCO approaching the barracks to gain access.

It was a mild Texas summer evening that evening and you could hear the crickets chirping, you could see the moths flying about the light outside the door to the barracks. It was a nice evening and as it happened there were some goings on at the rear door to the barracks.

I was on the first floor of the barracks doing routine stuff; shining brogans, packing my locker, tidying up uniforms on the rack. The barracks talk was back and forth. Was the smoking sign on? I don't recall. But someone came by and made mention that someone at the back door trying to gain access to the barracks. I paid little attention and the person who reported that went to the back of the barracks from where he came.

It was ten to fifteen minutes later and again someone came by and said there was someone trying to gain access to the barracks and he encouraged me to go to the back door of the barracks to see what the commotion was all about.

I went there but all was quiet. At that moment he barracks guard came out of the latrine area and I asked him if everything was in order. He told me there had been an unruly NCO who was trying to come into the barracks and he wouldn't follow instructions.

I looked out into the darkness and saw no one. Still, it was all quiet. I started to question the validity of the barracks guards opinion, but as I did the barracks guard said, "Here he comes again!" And he said it with a tone of exasperation in his voice.

Sure enough, I looked to the barracks screen door and there appeared an NCO with five stripes on his sleeve. Our training instructor has four stripes, so this guy had some rank.

The NCO comes right up to the screen door and shouts, "Let me in!" and he sways from side to side in a drunken manner, then steadies himself.

"Sir, I can't let you in until I see your identification," our barracks guard says to him.

The NCO fumbles in his pocket, pulls out his billfold and some of his change falls to the ground.

"Sir, you dropped some money," says the barracks guard.

The NCO pays no attention. He opens his wallet and cards and whatnot fall to the ground.

"Sir, you dropped something," the barracks guard repeats, and I chime in, also saying similar words.

The NCO sways drunkenly once again, still paying no attention to what has fallen to the ground. He pulls his ID from his wallet, holding it in his hand and says, "See! Here it is!"

"Sir, you have to slide it through the screen door and give it to me," says the barracks guard.

"Oh no! You'll steal it. You'll take it and won't give it back," the drunken NCO says.

The barracks guard tries to assure him that he will return his ID card and tells him once again of the money and cards he had dropped on the ground. The NCO picks up the stuff he dropped then turns his attention once more to gain access to the barracks.

"Let me in! Let me in!" he shouts, and he takes the outside doorknob and pulls on it back and forth shaking the screen door on its hinges. We on the inside try to steady the door.

"Sir! Sir! Don't break the door," says the barracks guard.

"You're not getting in if you don't hand your ID card over," I tell him.

"Who are you?" the NCO shouts at me, shucking off his drunken image. Now he is all NCO. A kick ass. A bad ass. An, I'll chew your ass out you little Airman Basic nothing.

"Sir, I'm Airman Faira."

"No! I want your full name and rank!" he shouts at me.

"Sir, I am Airman Basic Faria, David.l"

"Well, mister Faria, open this damn door!"

"Sir, I can't do that." I tell him.

"Open this damn door, or I'll rip it out!" and he grabs hold of the door once again and starts shaking it. The screen door rattles and shakes. I hold the door on the inside trying to steady it.

The NCO changes his demeanor once again. This time he takes on an air of surprise or it could be amazement. He opens his eyes wide. His facial expression changes. It is almost a face of fear and surprise. He holds both his hands out! Palms forward! And then he starts walking backwards into the darkness of the evening.

It is a total surprise to me! It is the same manner and movement of the bastard priest when he cursed me! But his face was one of anger and hatred while holding both hands out! Palms forward! And then he starts walking backwards into the darkness of the room. But how could it be?

I become angered and some words slip out, but I quickly catch myself and no harm is done. I had almost failed the drunken NCO's test. Monday, May 02, 2005

The Offer and the Drunken NCO; an explanation

 

 

The drunken NCO coming to the barracks in the evening and trying to get in, acting drunk, acting as if afraid, hands outstretched and then taking steps backwards; it was all a sham. And it shouldn't have been done.

Lackland Air Force Base is a military training base and everything is supposed to be done by the book. It is training, discipline, taking commands, marching, doing drill, learning military code, military standards, and it is no place; I repeat no place for any acting drunk and game playing.

First, singling me out of the whole squadron, (one hundred enlistees, about), and sending me to the barracks door. Then the set up by the NCO. The NCO demanding my name and rank. He then knows I am the correct target. And then he brings something from out of my past that was catholic bullshit. The whole scenario had absolutely no place on that military base.

The NCO acting drunk, then acting as if in fear and afraid, hands outstretched, taking steps backward into the darkness of the evening. It was all a little charade. And I was the target.

Furthermore, that offer of the desk job; well, that too was out of place. The offer shouldn't have been made. I nor the other enlistee had completed our basic training, so we were not supposed to be placed anywhere. It's first things first, and basic training is to be completed first. No offers, no side deals, no nothing like that. It was all bogus bullshit and shouldn't have been even attempted. But at that time, those NCO's could pull any crap they wanted, all within their supposed guidelines.

But I would like to point this out; the catholic bastards who had been stalking me in Fall River had a very long reach. They set up where I went, from Massachusetts to Texas. The church is the universal church, and they have parishes in just about every town, city and county in the country. They were slowed, yes. It took them about a week and a half to set up and get contacts on the military base. More importantly, the church bastards now had to deal with the military to get at me, and that posed them some difficulties. Difficult but not impossible. There are plenty of catholic bastards in the military. I would soon learn that. Sunday, May 01, 2005

Sheppard Air Force Base Texas

Sheppard Air Force Base, Texas: August 1959

After four weeks of basic training all the enlistees in my barracks had completed the first phase of military training. About half of us were to be shipped out to various training bases for technical training. The others would continue on at Lackland for four more weeks.

I was to be transferred to Sheppard Air Force Base just outside of Wichita Falls Texas. The day of the move I and about one hundred other airmen stood around in the morning sun with our duffel bags packed and waited for the buses that would take us to our new base.

We boarded the buses and had a day long trip through the hot summer of Texas, stopping at a small town for lunch. We arrived at Sheppard in the early evening and settled into a transit barracks.

It was like we were set free. After four weeks of drills, marching, barked orders at us enlistees, we were set free. No shackles at all. The base was ours. Freedom!

It was the first time in my life I felt some breathing room. No Jesuits. No church. No religious services. No bleeding Jesus. No Virgin Mary. I could go anywhere on the base. Anywhere.

Another Airman, Price, he and I decided on the Airman's Club, although I had opted for the base service club to go and get a hamburger. Price wanted to drink beer. Yes, even though we were eighteen years of age we could still get beer served to us.

For me it would be forty weeks of technical training in teletype maintenance and then on to another base to do my part as a bona fide airman of the United States of America.


Sheppard Air Force Base, Texas; Spring 1960


I was well into the technical training, marching to school for a half day of class. The rest of the day was routine clean up and miscellaneous. In the evenings there was lounge time in the barracks. On the weekends most people split to various places, towns, cities and on extended weekends, sometimes out-of-state.

It was a weekend evening. There were a few of us airmen in the barracks in a discussion about this and that and it had turned to religion. Who was of this religion. Who was of that religion. I was looking for a Southern Baptist. I had never met a Southern Baptist and wanted to know one. And nobody was fessing up. Surely there was a Southern Baptist somewhere in the group. This was the South, or near the South. Texas is not really the South, it's Texas. And them Southern Baptists they're supposed to shout and sing in church. I wanted to ask a few questions, if that was really true.

I had ticked off some of the protestants by stating that the Catholic Church was the "One True Church". Wow, that upset some people and I was needling them, rubbing it in.

Someone asked me, "What religion are you?"
"Me?.....I don't have a religion." I answered.

You see, I was all through with religion. I had enough religion at my school. It was shoved down my throat. Up my ass. I was whipped while I had to kneel before a bastard pervert Jesuit, the head Jesuit of my bastard school. I was all through with that shit. That bloody bastard shit. I was through with religion.

"Aren't you Catholic?" The questioner persisted.
"No. I'm not Catholic." I answered.
"What's on your dog tags?" The questioner asks.
"It doesn't matter what's on my dog tags. I'm not Catholic."

And how did this guy know what's on my dog tags. Catholic is stamped on my dogs tags-it was over my objection, when I was processing through Lackland but I had little or no say-so of what went on my dog tags.. What mattered was how did this person know that it's labeled Catholic on my dog tags? And who is he? Us airmen in the barracks are all of the ages eighteen and nineteen. This guy, this questioner is in his late twenties or early thirties. He's an older guy. He's got to be a staff-sergeant or something. Us airmen of the barracks are all or mostly airmen third class, E-2. This guy is an E-5 or something. Then I accused him and that really pissed him off. I said ...

"Who are you? You don't belong in this barracks. You come in here and start trouble."

Yes that pissed him off and he left in a huff. And that quieted down the discussion. But the trouble would come back to me big time. That bastard talked to the "barracks chief" who was a new barracks chief at the time. A cross trainee named Barth. Barth chewed my ass up one end and down the other. And that wasn't the end of it. I was placed on KP which was almost unheard of. KP on the weekends. Two weekends. I was on the shit list. Just because I said I wasn't Catholic. Fuck the Catholic religion. Fuck that Catholic shit.

You see people, that was a catholic bastard. A catholic bastard who came into the barracks I was in and tried to put me on the spot. Tried to identify me as being Catholic and the next question would have been why hadn't I been to base chapel for Catholic services. But I was trying not to be Catholic, but the Catholics wouldn't let me be not Catholic. That's the way it works. That's the way a catholic curse works. And the resulting trouble that was caused to me. It was Catholic shit.

How to attain Center Stage

How to attain Center Stage: Exercise #1

I am going to offer you "Center Stage".

The attainment of "Center Stage" can be gotten in various ways. One way to gain "Center Stage" is through paranormal channels. It could also be called "spiritual phenomena". This is how I will offer you "Center Stage".

First, a few explanations. When I was a young boy I was cursed by a catholic priest. Just as there was a ritual performed against me, conversely, there are two exercises to perform against the mass of the church. For anyone who successfully completes either exercise, you will have the reward of "Center Stage".

There are some requirements and suggestions. First, you are to be a heterosexual, you should be eighteen years of age or older, and you should be living independently. Later I will explain the reasons for some of the requirements.

Exercise #1

You are to enter a catholic church. Don't dip your fingers in the holy water at the entrance to the church and while you are inside do not have any water touch you.

During the "offertory" of the mass you are to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and make your tongue touch your chin. During the "communion" of the mass you are to duplicate the above mentioned pose.

That is the first exercise. The pose is reminiscent of a man condemned to hell. He is looking up from the depths of hell longing for some water, but none is to be given him. Not one drop of water is to touch him.

The "offertory" of the mass can be identified when the priest elevates the bread chip. He takes the bread chip in hands and lifts it above his head for all to see. Meanwhile one of the attendants takes a small bell and rings it three times. The priest then takes a gold cup in his hands and elevates it above his head for all to see. Meanwhile the attendant again rings the small bell three times again. That identifies the "offertory" of the mass.

The "communion" of the mass can be identified when the priest distributes bread chips for the people in the church. The people leave their seats/pews and go to the altar area to receive a bread chip.

Requirement: You are not to receive the communion bread (bread chip) or wine.

The Reward

You will be offered "Center Stage". That is the reward. It could be in a theater, on film, television, in an auditorium, at a luncheon. It could be anywhere, anytime; you will be offered "Center Stage".

Here's a good example of "Center Stage": Alfred Hitchcock movies ... Mr. Hitchcock would have a cameo role for himself in his movies and it became quite vogue to identify him whenever he would appear on screen. He had "Center Stage" at that time which was usually less than a minute in duration.

When "Center Stage" is offered or forced upon you, there is no pick and choose. You are to take what is offered. It has been said that everyone is allotted fifteen minutes of fame, so don't be dismayed if the reward is only for a moment or so.

You don't believe you have received the first reward. Carefully review the past months. Remember, you were to have the center. If you still believe you haven't received the reward there is no need to go any further. If your are satisfied with the resulting "Center Stage", there is a second exercise you may do with a similar reward. Scroll down the page to "How to attain Center Stage Exercise: #2"

Wednesday, October 10, 2001

Exercise #1 Some Explanations

I've posted three items that relate to the exercises. They are 'The Man in Hell', 'The Blood of Jesus' and 'Let Them Eat Cake'. And I wish to comment on the requirement of heterosexuals only.

Heterosexuals only comes about because when the priest in the catholic church cursed me and sent people to stalk me, harass me and cause me trouble, those people were from the church and were composed basically of gay men, homosexuals from within the church and the church clergy. Conversely in my exercise against them the opposite applies. That is, heterosexuals are to enter their church to do the exercise.

I will now bring up a new subject: spiritual phenomena. It is something that is misunderstood. Something that is not very definite or defined and difficult to ascertain. But I will try.

There is a saying 'What goes around comes around.' That sometimes has to do with spiritual phenomena. It means if you do something bad, something bad will happen to you; or, another way, if you do something good, something good will happen to you. Why spiritual phenomena is misunderstood is mainly because of the 'time' element. The cause and effect can take place quickly, say a matter of days or perhaps weeks, but; it could also take place very slowly, in a matter of months or even years. By that time, the cause and effect seem unrelated, but it is not. Spiritual phenomena is not constrained by the time element.

In some religions there are prayers to say, fasting, meditation and works that one may do. It is those actions that a person does, and then hopes for a favorable result. Usually the person is seeking spiritual help. Help from God, help from a dead saint maybe or some other spiritual entity. When the result of the prayers or fasting or sacrifice happens, it usually happens via spiritual phenomena.

Now I am going to offer you an opportunity that encompasses spiritual phenomena. There are two exercises - you may call them works or actions - that you may choose to do. Each exercise will bring about a result of spiritual phenomena. And that resulting spiritual phenomena will be in the form of a reward which is "Center Stage".

In Exercise #1 the pose is that of "The Man in Hell' you are exemplifying the 'Man in Hell'. And because the 'Man in Hell' was refused water by Jesus, you are not to allow any water to touch you while you are in the church.

Advice, help and suggestions.

I realize for those of you who are not catholic, discerning the parts of the mass may take some doing. There are six parts to the catholic mass and it is your job to find out which is the offertory of the mass, and the communion of the mass. Most encyclopedias will give a fair description of the six parts to the catholic mass. As to entering a Catholic church, you may use any intrigue or subterfuge: act like a church goer, enlist the aid of others, go with a group, enter the church on a popular religious day such as Christmas or Easter. Sit in the common area with the congregants. In Exercise #1 you are not to receive the communion bread or wine.

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

How to attain Center Stage: Exercise #2

Once again, this way to gain "Center Stage" is through paranormal channels, also called spiritual phenomena.

Exercise #2

Requirements: Again, heterosexuals only. And, you are to be a nonbeliever, that is, one who doesn't believe in the transubstantiation which is the communion bread changing into the body and blood of Jesus.

You are to go inside a roman catholic church. During the communion of the mass you are to receive the consecrated bread from the officiating priest, cleric, lay person, or whoever is giving the bread. You are to appear as if you are receiving the communion bread, but don't eat the bread. Instead, you are to put the wafer bread into a handkerchief and put it in your pocket. At the end of the mass you are to go home, take the bread and handkerchief and place it into a bowl. Leave it there for three full days and nights. On the fourth day you are to take the bread, grate it or break it into small pieces and mix it in a cake recipe. Bake the cake bread mixture into a small cake and eat it. Don't drink water or wine while eating the cake, and eat alone for that one serving.

Those are the basic steps. The following are some explanations and helpful suggestions. The three full days the bread is to be in a bowl corresponds to the time Jesus was on the cross of Calvary. The bread does not change into the body or blood of Christ, so after three full days you proceed to make the bread into a cake. In gaining admittance to the church, use whatever means possible, use any subterfuge, any ploy. Do whatever is necessary to obtain the bread. Placing the bread into your handkerchief and then into your pocket may take some slight-of-hand, but on a busy church day like Christmas or Easter all of the congregants are usually not regular churchgoers and you may slip into and out of the crowd.

You may bake a small cake, a cupcake, a pancake, whatever you wish, with the ground up Eucharistic bread in it. Eat the cake in one sitting. No one is to be present in the room or at the table when you are eating the cake and do not drink wine or water when eating the cake. The reason to be alone is you don't want to share the reward with anyone else. The following is to be your reward.

The Reward

The second reward is similar to the first. You will be offered "Center Stage"; and, you should be paid. The payment is optional, you may take it or not. You are to have "Center Stage" with or without others upon the same stage. There may be one, a hundred, or many more, but only you will have the center. If you are to be paid, it should not be more than scale. When those conditions are met, the reward is complete. Allow the some time to receive the reward.

More explanation; the two exercises and the subsequent reward are in the realm of spiritual phenomena. It was from the church that difficulties and sacrifice were imposed upon my life. Had I accepted the imposed difficulties and sacrifices it would have been to the greater glory of the church, but by me not accepting the imposition upon my personal life and going against the direction of the priest who cursed me it is against the church, and upon that I choose to make this offer. You may accept to do the exercises and gain the reward of Center Stage or you may not. That is your choice.