I am not a noun -

I am not a "noun."  I am not a disease.  I am not a case study.  I am not schizophrenic or any of those other labels.  I am not a Muslim.  I am not a Christian or Jew or any of those other nouns.  I am not even a person.  If I am anything: I am an adverb or an adjective, as in "ethereal."

If I am anything: I am an ethereal manifestation of ethereal movement and/or ethereal movement of ethereal manifestation.  "Some places were better than others, but maybe we were not so good in them." - Hemingway

To proliferate the concept of "nouns," as if nouns exist and are not illusions (in the Buddhist sense), is to promulgate "mental illness," thus rendering the promulgate "quick and dead" as a cause of problems for others!

If I am any noun: I am "sentience," as is my dog and cats, my mother's pet squirrels in the eaves, the fish in the sea and what is studied in ornothology: life.  I am not a "noun!"

"I just as soon drive my Pinto against your Ferrari around the race track and beat you at your own game while you are hung up on a tree."

Crocker Pond, White Mountains, Maine on free National Park day 2015

Take Heed: cease and desist ---

It would seem, nay 'tis, that Dr. McCarley was the only one in my life involved in the shenanigans that I have endured who had a correct judgement of me: "Alot of people in the community have misjudged you, James."

Now: I have legal leverage to exact and mete excess monies from many different people(s) and entities that so many people(s) and entities in my life (family, so-called friends of family and of mine, doctors, nurses, acquaintances, strangers, Portland Police Department, Portland City Hall, USM, New Yorkers, the list is long ...) sought to destroy my prospects of obtaining.

The harassment has been harrowing and I have almost all of it logged in the public domains with thousands of pages and visuals to which I can quickly reference and index "a good and wise judge."

Take your gun, knife, taser, baton, etc. out to kill me?  HaHa!!!  You will be haunting for an eternity the apartment where I have lived while I am on Andromada with Jesus's spirit and the many other spirits of giants who have lived, taught and died on Earth.

Fuck you and y'all's CaCa, deluded beliefs in a supreme being, such as "God, gods, devil, heaven or hell."  HaHa!  The rule of law and égalité is all that there is in life and death!

There ain't no such thing as "God" or "Devil;" "good or evil."  The Universe has order to it (if the Universe even exists and is not an 'illusion') and that order is "A-moral," if anything!

"The sun shines on the wicked and good alike."

Read your liturgies and literatures, illiterates!!!

There is only blowing in the wind or pushing up daisies and $975 at the crematorium is a deal compared to $2200 on a plot.  Let 'em keep the ashes and the money saved on the crematorium over the plot can go towards ice cream for anyone who wishes to partake in ice cream.

Socrates said it best: 'do your best not to offend or harm because if you offend or harm even by accident, it will come back to bite you in the ass!"

(The above statement is not a statement of my intent to exact penalties as to do so would invite condemnation upon myself from the Universal Order of things past, present and future, but if y'all do not allow me the freedom of breadth in what I have now and what I will obtain that y'all have afforded for yourselves and yours: then, I will exact penalty in each heretofore instance by utilising the rule of law and order in the Universe and where I live).

I am a little smarter than y'all in that I elevate my foot when I have a "flipper ache."

Morning Sermon < thereisagod-Unotit > 2015-10-18 06:00

The liturgies teach that all people are liars and hypocrites, whether a person admits to it or not. If a person does not admit to being a liar and hypocrite, a person is pious and not humble.

If a person admits to being a liar and hypocrite and seeks "forgiveness" and "forgives," then a person is humble and not pious (or, "arrogant" is another word for pious).

That all people are liars and hypocrites stems from the teaching of "eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth;" which is why Jesus (an erudite) taught "forgiveness," but not to "forget."

Not to "forget" (in other words, "remember") is so that a person may be able to learn from one's mistakes and also learn to "love."

Therefore, the liturgies teach that "God is love:" not that there is a "God" or "gods," but just that "love" prevails.

The liturgies also teach that "the sun shines on the wicked and good alike."

What the so-called "wicked" do is okay in their understandings and what the so-called "good" do is okay in their understandings, with criss-crossing between good and evil in infinite dimensions.

Therefore, there is no "good or evil" and the "world" is "A-moral."

"Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." - Shakespeare

Life is all about "pushing up daisies" or "blowing in the wind."

$975 at the crematorium is a deal compared to the plot that costs $2200 and maybe antecedents can afford to go for ice cream after the eulogy rather than bury a predecessor at the "Taj Mahal!"

Mom:

I am going to see the doctor today and after the doctor's appointment, I plan to not be on any medication anymore.  (I won $4520 NET from a lawsuit over deleterious medications in 2014). 

You and dad are no longer on my emergency contact list due to this past summer's false accusations about me from hear say, such as "hubba bubba."  

Also, there is no requirement for me to be on medications, which are deleterious to my health and well being, as I am not a criminal and I have never been arrested in spite of being stopped 47 times in Portland since moving here: all false reports.

You should know that I told you a long time ago that the tenants here interfere with our relationship rendering it very difficult for me to be able to communicate with you or dad.  

Like Bill Elgee, the LCSW, said: "they [my parents] are not a support to you."

I retorted: "they give me money."

Bill Elgee: "that's not support."

Dad is verbally, psychologically and physically abusive towards me and has always been so towards me, which might be a major indicator as to my having had problems up to and including hanging myself in 2008.  You and dad bear most of the responsibility for my problems in that you two stigmatise me by everything from laughing at my rib contusion to laughing at my plantaciatitis.

You should know that you cannot hold me over a barrel as to fabrications about me that you hear about me from tenants and say to the doctor that I am not supported if I don't take medication.

I implore you to stop breaking the HIPPA law regarding me by discussing medication or sz with anyone when the focus of the conversation is about me: including Bill Ullman or anybody.  

Finally, you have just about ruined my life with your lies about me and stigmatising me stemming as far back as 1993 so that now Reanna finds it suitable to stigmatise me regarding sz in spite of my having fed her, clothed her, housed her, transported her and obtained a credit card for her to use.

Why people ask if I am getting along with my wife and not the wife getting along with me, I don't know: but, I am under no obligation to provide Reanna with cigarettes, which is the major contention that I have with her as she feels entitled to my cigarettes.

I have signed the divorce papers so that all that Reanna has to do is take $120 and the papers to the court house.  (I am not coughing up $120 for that).

My point is that Reanna took over the entire apartment without a space for me and she insists on moving my things around the apartment, which is why we have been fighting.

I thought that by moving to Bethel: Reanna would have her apartment; Cheryl would be rid of her headache, which is me; dad would be able to rent apartments and you would have me living nearby you for the first since you kicked me out to Lambrook.

As far as "out of my house with nothing but the shirt on your back" and "hubba bubba:" I give up.   

I am not the one spending your money.  I negotiated the TWC bill from 229.22$/month to 44.88$/month, which is what it is now.  I complained about wasting heat on one degree mornings because the tenants were leaving the door open and I suggested a door spring closer, which they installed.

As for the woman this past summer: I never cat called women "hubba bubba" and no ... I am not deserving of "attack."  You, dad, Bill Ullman, Jessica, Jos, PPD and random people in the community have all harassed me to no end.  

IT IS TIME FOR IT TO STOP!!! 

Route 35, Maine

truck living

They complain about my footsteps on the floor boards.

They complain about my dog barking in the driveway at noon while playing ball.

They complain that I am up at night.

They complain about the a/c dripping onto the porch roof.

They complain that I steal their heat when heat rises and I am on the third floor.

They complain about smoke in the hallway, but the workman said that he, the workman, could not smell smoke in the hallway when I asked him impromptu.

They complain about my sitting out front in the sun when the nurse told me to sit out front in the sun for vitamin D.

They complain about my dog pawing his bowl in the morning.

They complain that I like to BBQ outside when the neighbors next door have a fire pit.

They complain about the dog shit in the backyard when I pay to have it cleaned and then they take their dogs to the backyard to shit.

They complain about human feces in the driveway that somebody in CaCaLand left and I have to clean it up.

They complain and threaten to call the police when I am arguing with my wife. I tell them: "good! go ahead and call them... do you know the number? It's 911!"

They complain that I cat call women "hubba bubba" when there is a dog down the street named "Bubba" who walks with his owner every day for the past 14 years that I have lived here. All I did was yell "hey Bubba" to the dog and his owner who are acquaintances.

There are too many complaints to list and then I am told: "get out of my house with nothing but the shirt on your back" and "get the fuck off this phone, you motherfucker!"

I suppose that the only lesson here is not only do you call a woman like you call a doggie, "Hubba Bubba," but that psychiatry is quackery in that when it was reported to the doctor that I was cat calling women "Hubba Bubba:" the doctor increased the dose!?

It is a wonder that they don't string me up and crucify me.

I complain about the squirrels in the attic eaves 14 years ago: nothing is down and now all the wires have chewed so that there is no electricity in the apartment.

I complain about items stored too close to the furnaces in basement or items placed in the fire corridor.

I complain about people owning too many cars and parking them all in the driveway so I can't park.

Those three things are all that I complain about to the landlady.

Yet, I bear the onus! and live in my vehicle!?