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!?

17h55 January 3rd, 2014: Locked Out -

"Junior.  Put the dogs out and let them pee."

"I suggest putting paper down in the mud room.  It is fifty below outside."

"Is it?  Alright."

"Yes.  It is fifty below outside and it is a coastal storm.  It will be thirty above tomorrow morning with only two inches of snow."

"Oh bullshit!"

Senior clicks the mouse.  Senior calls daughter in the Midwest.

"Take the dogs out!"

"It's fifty below outside, dad.  They just said it is fifty below on the radio."

"Oh bullshit!  You're mentally ill; lunatic."  

Senior rises from his chair and hobbles with his bum knee to the door.  He forces the dogs to go out in fifty below.  My dog is too smart to go outside and stays inside.

"Come on Cleo; Katie.  Get inside," Junior states as the dog's paws are freezing to the ground after their quick pee.

Later ... 

"You know, dad, I like being around you as much as you like being around me.  But, you're an asshole!"

"This is just one of those things that happen.  Forget it!"

Junior sleeps on the floor and the next day: Senior's old man friend stops by in the morning when it is 30 above zero degrees, knocks over the laundry basket off of a chair to sit down on the chair.

"Tell him that he should be elevating his leg."

"Why should he be doing that?"

"Because that is what you do when you have a leg injury.  I got him a knee brace.  He doesn't wear it.  I saw all this on TV."

"Oh right!  I've seen that, too."

Senior sits in his chair without a budge and Junior leaves later in the day.  In latter days, mother mentions to Junior that Senior spoke with an old-timer at the diner.  The old-timer at the diner says to Senior that he has never seen weather like THAT!!!

Also on the next morning, the following conversation ensued:

"Oh!  With the wind chill, it was fifty below."

"Yes.  And, there is two inches of snow on the ground and it is thirty above now.  Just as I said..."

Cape Elizabeth beach

East End Beach

Cape Elizabeth Beach

Pond Cove

When I hung myself, I saw a light as I hung. I had a dream:

When I hung myself, I saw a light as I hung.  I had a dream:

In the dream while the nurses at the hospital all gathered round, I sauntered from a light place to a very dark place.  I stood before two turn stiles with a halogen light affixed at the top of the turn stiles on a black, wrought - iron fence that stretched as high as I could see and as long into pitch black darkness as I could see in both directions: to the right  and to the left of me.

As I stood at the two turn stiles, the turn stile on the right resembled a typical, New York City, style turn stile and the turn stile on the left was taller resembling a meat grinder of sorts.

As I was trying to determine my options and / or bearings in my dream, a midget or dwarf emerged from the darkness at my right into the halogen lit entry way of the turn stiles.  The midget wore a red and black, plaid, lumber jack shirt with black suspenders affixed to blue, denim jeans and brandished a chain saw.

The midget began to chase me around in front of the turn stiles, seemingly to me to force me through the turn stile on the left.  The turn stiles began to whirr in motion.  Suddenly, some flesh of some sort (as best as I could tell in the dream) passed through the turn stile on the left and was sliced into billions of little bits into the abyss on the other side with no hope of return, or, so it seemed in the dream.

I dodged the midget with the chainsaw, who, when I dodged him and walked out the way I had come into the foreboding turn stiles from a lit world, went back into a corner of the darkness: presumably to await another meanderer in the world of dreams.

hubba bubba

The second floor, female, (supposed nurse) occupant not only broke the HIPPA act by checking my pulse as a supposed nurse, but she also called the property company and complained about not only my foot steps, my two cats' footsteps and my dog's footsteps at night on my floor boards on the third floor above her.

Not only that, but the female, second floor occupant left notes that she was calling the police and the property company.  The occupant also said that I "cat-call" women on the street.

The property company called the landlady who is a relative of mine and told her.  The relative insisted on seeing my doctor with me in a scheduled appointment.  The landlady told the doctor that I "cat-call" women on the street in front of where I have lived since October 2001.

There is a dog  named "Bubba" who lives two houses down the street with a man named (shall we say John Doe).  All I did was yell out the window: "Hey Bubba!"  (I have been petting "Bubba" since October 2001).

The doctor increased my medications as a result of being told by the relative landlady that I "cat-call" women.

I suppose that the lesson here is not only do you call a woman like you call doggie, "hubba bubba," but also psychiatry is "quackery!"

mne --- The following addresses had delivery probl < aquantumofpeaseas > 5:50

from "asshole" to "good.  I hope they got her good" to "it's all in your head" to "I'll kill you" to "chicken" to "leave him alone. he'll just make your life a living hell" to "gimp" to "motherfucker" to "burn in hell you motherfucker everyday until you die" to "you got your shit packed up yet? get out of my house.  nothing but the shirt on your back" to "zero credibility" to "Johnny on the spot" when I pick up my dad and put him to bed to "hubba bubba" when there is a dog down the street named "Bubba" to "Jimmy, I'm sure glad you got that woman out of there" to "your family loves you".  another good day in a colony called Maine located on the Planet Uranus.   

when I was in the right all along, assholes!!!!!  not to mention schizoid and and a bunch of other shit including a home invasion in my rental apartment more than once in this town for which I was blamed.  you have fucked up my medications and doctors for the last time!!!  FUCK OFF!

they're gonna catnap my cats ...

I was stopped July 5, 2015 for the forty-fifth time since January 1998 by police in Portland, ME.

While I lay in bed with my wife and dog, there came a knock on the door at precisely 21h11. I checked the clock. 

"Is that a knock!?" 

"Sounds like it." 

"Don't answer it!" 

More knocking! 

"They're not going to go away ..." 

"Alright. You get the door ..." 

My wife steps down the thirteen odd steps to answer the door. The dog is barking and is at the second floor door with her when my wife answers the door. The dog barks. I overhear that it is the police. My wife is saying to the policeman that 'we had just gone to bed.' 

"I'm coming down," I say from the top of the thirteen odd steps. "No weapons," I say to the male officer at the door and the female officer with a flash light behind the male officer as I put my hands in the air and then lower my hands. 

"What was going on?" the male officer asks. 

"Listen. I spoke with 'Jen,' the dispatcher and explained to her that I have a First Amendment Right to walk on my floor boards at night. 'Jen, the dispatcher,' said 'I agree.' I said to 'Jen' that my two cats and dog also have a First Amendment Right to walk on the floor boards. 'Jen' said 'I agree.' I even said to 'Jen' that I have First Amendment to use the faucet in the kitchen at night and to use the toilet at night, but just that the bathroom is directly above the second floor bedrooms. 'Jen' said 'I agree.' I said to 'Jen:' if 'she' didn't want anybody above her, 'she' should've rented the top floor. 'Jen' said 'I agree.'" 

"Are you allowed to have cats?" 

"Yes." 

"Who is your landlord?" 

"CaCa Brains." 

"So, CaCa Brains is your landlord and they let you have pets?" 

"Yes." 

"When did this all happen?" 

"Just like a week or two ago ..." 

"Just try to keep it down ..." 

"I got her a solar lamp for the hallway and bought carpet. I have three sets of headphones and gave up my spot in the driveway. You try herding cats ..." 

"OK. Have a good night ..." 

"Bolt the door," I say to the wife as I ascend the steps. 

What I did not tell the officer is that the second floor occupant has violated the HIPPA law by checking my 'pulse' under guise of being a nurse.

Kermit

another day in a colony called "Maine" located < onthePlanetUranus- > 2015-05-30 20:08

LAST WEEK WEDNESDAY:-/

"Do you have any conditions? Are you on any medication?" 

"Are you a doctor?"

"No."

"Then, you are not allowed to ask me that: are you!?"

The point Officer turns to his partner standing on the side walk behind where the point Officer has one foot on the front steps. He, then, turns back towards me sitting in a "Crazy Creek Chair" at the top of the steps on the porch. I reach into my left pocket.

"Here is my license. I don't have any weapons on me."

"I don't need to see your license," he says as I pull out my renewed license from my wallet.

I hand the license to the Officer.

"Do you see an 'M' on that license!? ... No, you do not!!! There is only an 'A' for spectacles. ... Here is my old license. Do you see an 'M' on that license? Yes, you do. DMV knows about it!"

The point Officer hands back the old license as he grinds his boot into my old dog Russel's commemorative, artistic poster that I made out of pictures of "Russell, the dog" for Russell's seventy-five visits to a retirement community when Russell was alive.

I had pulled the poster out from under the door mat in front of my front door after unpinning it from a corner wall in my apartment and sliding it under the door mat in advent of a five minute wait for the Officers to show up (as I was informed), but ended up being twenty minutes since the phone call to ask the dispatcher as to why Officers had been knocking at my door an hour before while I lay in bed trying to nap and the wife watching TV at the time.

Needless to say: the poster was put into the recycling and picked up the next day by garbage men in City of Portland, Maine.

Center For Grieving Children Directions Social Services Organization Address:

^^^This is what amazonsmile.com donates to when I buy dog food $4 cheaper than at Hannaford and more carpet and nicer carpet from amazonsmile.com with free shipping at $40 cheaper than walmart and carried to the third floor by the UPS man. Same goes for cat litter, 2 tea pots and sometimes I manage a $0.00 total due to me.  Brian Walsh's book was one cent with free shipping.

I suggest it for your dog food, too and items otherwise that you buy ...

I do not recommend sychrony bank or the amazonsmile.com store card as it is confusing as to the payment delays.  and, yes I am getting something for $0.00 off of amazonsmile.com come July 21.  and, yes: my synchrony bank is closed with proof at uc in a refund check of $1.53.  

NUMBERS does not lie!!!!!

amazonsmile.com pays .5% of total purchase prices quarterly by wire transfer to the charity of choice and you can buy everything from planter's nuts to flags for $1.00 or even 1 cent and teapots and free shipping on orders over $35.00.

$35.01 = free shipping carried to your upstairs = never go out again unless to buy human food = never give to charity again: let amazonsmile.com do it all and stay at home.

does that not make sense and I'm the one!!!???

I bought something for $12.95 plus $7.95 shipping and total due to me was $0.00 on a promo.  I forwarded the receipt to >H.E.<., but since >H.E.< does not check messages: >H.E.< got angry me at me that day when I tried to tell about it.

I will search for the receipt and forward it again ...

My dog needs dog food and my cat needs cat litter and your occupants need carpets and I need a free teapot out of Hong Kong.

OK!?

thanks,

P.S. train your mail app. if you don't want my emails ... send to spam, delete, block ... contact your ISP ... and, I get to wear my hat anyway I like!!!!!

text to my ...

I gave up the driveway parking spot, I bought a solar lantern for the hall, I paid for the 1st floor to help clean the back yard, I offered carpet, etc. and all I asked for was nothing in the fire corridor: which is what this is all about here. The police agree with me. They say that if she didn't want anybody above her, she should've rented the top floor. Ask the dispatcher.

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Even my wife said that "the property manager gets the worst bitches!"  

"Jen" at police dispatch knows and she doesn't care.  Jen agrees with me: "if she didn't want anybody above her, she should've have rented the top floor."  Jen said "yes , I agree to that."

I even said to "Jen, the dispatcher" that "I have a 1st amendment right to use the toilet at night, but that it is directly over the 2nd floor bedroom."  

"Jen, the dispatcher" said "Yes, I agree."

And the two officers who came out at 1:44am last week laughed at me and said have a nice night.

I called the police on myself both of the last two times.  Disability Rights knows.

Do you have anything to say to all that before I go nap!?

[No response].

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No, ma'am.  I want to keep the appointment.  I need the harassment to stop.  Sorry about all the emails, but that's the best way to convey the information.  I do NOT want to have to go to the Human Rights Commission.  There are serious issues with people in my life concerning me.  I used to work, I cannot work any more.  I collect SSDI under the BOND program, but I cannot fathom as to why I have been stopped by police 44 times since January 1998.  I have most of it logged on my blogspots and in my books.  There is something askew concerning me in this city leading to when I arrived: my being name called "chicken" by high school students because the landlord purchased chickens for the back yard in 2001.  Most of the info is in those emails which I sent to you.

Thank you,