Irish Malchut Of Ireland, Beit Of God...

the truth and illness...

Thursday, July 27, 2006

An Accident

SHOW QUEEN ADALIA MY 'LIFESTYLE' HERE, SHE HAS A BREAKDOWN

AND WE MAKE LOVE WITH MINDS

NOW HAVE A BABY IN MY WOMB..........NOW MOST SACR

I HAVE NO WHERE TO GO, NEED HELP CALL A RABBI I NEED A BLUE PLACE TO ,LIVE IN

HAVE BEEN MARRIED TO AN HAREDI GIRL NAMED EMER
SHE HAS DIED
I MAKE HER LAUGH

'ARE YOU FAT?' AS SHE IS KLINING, 'NO I AM NOT FAT'

SHE WAS THE WOMAN ON THE PLANE WHO OFFERED TO BRING ME HELP MONTHS AGO

I HAVE SEEN HER LAST NIGHT AS SHE WAS DYING IN LONDON, THEY CALL ME TOO PIG

SHE HAS DOES NOT THINK GOD WILL FORGIVE ME FOR WRITING THIS, THOUGH SHE SAYS SHE WILL LOVE ME FOR ALL TIME

SHE IS BEAUTIFUL

I HAVE GIVEN HER A BABY IN HEAVEN, SHE HAS NAMED HIM ALKAZAR...

HAD NO IDEA WHAT HAD BEEN HAPPENING IN THE VISIONS LAST NIGHT

I AM EXHAUSTED FROM PRAYING HER BACK TO LIFE, PREVENTING THE FALL OF SOMEONE ELSE

APPEALING TO THE HIGHEST

KNOW THAT MEN WILL PRAY HER TOO SKY DO NOT

IMPOSSIBLE TO MOURN HER WITH BABY

AM BEING THREATENED WITH DEATH
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MEN HAVE KILLED THREE OF MY WIVES IN ENGLAND FROM WHAT THEY CALL KYING WITH MINDS

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

the doctors are coming to lock me away this morning

i am the king of ireland

i need to run

please get men to send for help

the woman i love died and has not been reported

the police will be here

i will be in basildon hospital

i have spoken to god

my mum heard me practice gaelic and aramaic out loud

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Men Will Ride Tonight

HEAR THIS A MESSAGE FROM THE KING OF IRELAND, MY MEN WILL RIDE TONIGHT TO SAVE SOULS...

I HAVE CALLED IRELAND AND FINLAND

PLEASE REMAIN CALM MEN WILL SEE GOOD SOULS

I HATH WRITTEN TO YOU IN TIME

THE MEN WILL GO TO HEAVEN

WE ARE CALLING THEM TONIGHT

WE CALL YOU TO LIFE

THE MEN ARE CRYING TONIGHT

Friday, July 14, 2006

How God Wants Us to Shine...

i see my great great etc. grandfather Dov Ber in the garden, and he sits on the bench and i see his heart falling out of his body and how he cares and how he wants to me to go to the men, and be a man like him

following reports:

I have five children in Heaven, I am expecting 10...two here, and how do i tell her i love her when she is 3000 miles away from and how in the midst of this war she desperately needs to get to england though i have opnly 100 pounds left or a little more, and i need to keep sane here in this house, though the tv reports everything i say to my wives and the reds may be winning...how a man talks about erhu being dead on nationwide tv, and a woman in the newsagents says she will pray for though I explain she is an Immortal....

How a woman called me from Southern Ireland yesterday, as my eyes were shining back and forth from all her calling, how she screams she is crying to God, how the Catholic men are starting to get militant on women again...

please forward this as an email to trustful men....and women....


following reports written in a hurry: the hijack that was not reported on a plane, Gilad Shalits death, unreported:

(written earlier in a hurry)

I SAY WE LOVE GOD!!!

THERE IS SO MUCH TO WRITE HERE, HOW DO I EXPLAIN HOW I CAN FLY BUTTERFLIES TO MY DAUGHTER AS SHE SITS DOWN TO READ A BOOK...??

HOW THE WINGS I FLY ARE RED AND WHITE??

HOW I KNOW FROM LAST WEEK THAT THE ISRAELI SOLDIER GILAD IS DEAD YET WENT TO HEAVEN, AND BECAUSE when I MENTION HIM I MAKE HIM VOMIT??

HOW WE LAUGH, HOW

HOW A LOCAL WOMAN REPORTED TO ME (ON THE MIND TELEPHONE) THAT MEN WANTED TO KILL ME, AND WHEN SHE CALLED THE POLICE THEY DID NOTHING YET THOSE FEAR MEN HERE THAT WERE THREATENING TO KILL ME HAVE GONE BLIND, HOW I SAW THEM GRAB THEIR EYES CRYING...

HOW I CALLED THE WOMAN I LOVED A MAD GIRL, YET HEARD A WOMAN WHO WAS AND ASKED HER TO REMEMBER HER NAME AND HER AGE, AND FLEW FLYING BOTTLES TO HER, AND THEN OPENED THE DOOR TO THE PRISON SHE HAD BEEN LOCKED UP IN IN KURDISTAN AND MADE SURE THE MEN WOULD NOT SEE HER, AND LET HER QUIETLY WALK OUT AND FIND HER FAMILY WHERE SHE IS NOW SAFE...LET HER SEE MY WINGS SHINE WHITE, Yet I have made her perhaps a little ill from mentioning her name all day:

HOW I HAVE BEEN TOO 'ON THE TELEPHONE' THESE LAST TWO DAYS, HOW

I HEAR WOMEN ON PLANES

TWO NIGHTS I HEARD A WOMAN ON A PLANE SCREAMING MY NAME TO SAVE HER DAUGHTERS LIFE, YET I BARELY KNEW WHAT TO DO, AND PRAYED HER CALM, AND THEN HAD THE IDEA TO FELL THE MEN, GIVE HIM VISIONS OF HELL AND THEN A HEART ATTACK HOW I WORRIED HOW HIJACKS WOULD HAPPEN HERE FOR DAYS...HOW IT HAS NOT BEEN REPORTED IN THE PAPERS...HOW I TALKED TO HER BABY AS SHE CLIMBED THE STAIRS TO HEAVEN, HOW I GO MAD AND ASKED HER IN HEBREW 'DO YOU KNEEL TO GOD?' HOW SHE NOW PLAYS WITH THE BABIES THERE

HOW I TALKED TO HER MOTHER AND SHE SAID I PUT I SPELL ON THE MAN, HOW I WENT THROUGH TOWN AND HAVE BEEN TOO 'I KILLED AN EVIL ARAB' WHEN I SHOULD KEEP IT QUIET...

VERY MAD, AND FIND THIS ALL HARD TO KEEP UNDER CONTROL

HOW I CAN MAKE A FIRE SHINE DIFFERENT COLOURS??

KEEP HOPE AND LOVE...

HOW I HAVE LITTLE MONEY LEFT AND CAN NO LONGER REMAIN HERE

HOW my FAMILY DRIVE ME MAD...

HOW I SIT ON THE THRONE AND HAVE PROMISED NOT TO THROW< WHICH MEANS NOT THROUGH MY BODY AROUND NOT THROW MY HEART, MY LIGHT, I EVEN OFFER MY EGGS TO PEOPLE!!! HOW I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR MY FAMILY MENTION DEBBILS!!! BECAUSE THEY BRING A DARKNESS IN, AND I AM FIGHTING MANY THINGS AND GETTING ILL....

THIS IS A CALL TO THE HEBREW FOR HELP...I HAVE ALSO BEEN GIVEN TIME...

I FIND IT HARD TO WRITE...

I NEED A QUIET HOME I WHICH TO LIVE...PLEASE THIS IS AN URGENT REQUEST...

MANY OTHER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED I HAVE BEEN PRAYING CONSTANTLY TO KEEP FRIENDS SANE,

Monday, July 10, 2006

lots has been happening these last few days...

how do i explain that men have been condemned due to many unfortunate circumstances, this is an emergency>>>>>

the goyim have found out the names of the queens and they are talking them....

also i have been given the throne

men will FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I NEED SOMEWHERE TO LIVE....I HAVE NO MONEY...

she flies black wings, she flys white wings...

i am too throw myself i throw my womb, i found out when i had prayed for england that i fly red and white wings,

lately i have been too eye...

she has another two babies, and

my soul is crying for gods, so much has happened, i went med...i am forbidden to take my pills

i want to write that men have been given TIME

yet my life here is an emergency
i want someone i love very much to come to england as SOON AS POSSIBLE

i have soi much love for all of them, i am not cracking up

i need to let men know i have been [ppraying these last few weeks in secrecy and my famly think i am mad...this is just an emergency

i have the blood of dov ber

i am married into the royal family

we are souls

the reds here worry my babies...in fact i am finding it very hard to cope yet i wwant to be striong for all of them

i will write veyr sooon
#
at dawn my wife and i fried eggs, i found it very hard to no hit myself over the head with a frying pan...

POLLY DIED, I HEARD HER DYING, AND PRAYED HER SOUL TO GODS, SHE GAVE ME A KNOCK KNOCK ON THE DOOR, AND SAID
'IM MAGIC TOO.'

SHE WAS DRIVING HERE TO PICK ME UP FROM DORSET

WE ARE FINE WE HAVE TOO BABIES, BETHANY AND DOVID JACK, THOUGH I PREFER JACK DOVID...BETHANY LOOKS JUST LIKE HER MUM, AND JACK HAS FAIR HAIR LIKE ME...

I WANT TO LIVE WITH HER HERE THOGUH I STILL LOVE HER, I LIVE WITH HER THERE...

I HAVE BEEN FINDING IT HARD TO TALK TO EVERYONE...

THERE HAS BEEN SO MUCH GOING ON LATELY I WILL WRITE AGAIN LATER...

I NEED SOME HELP...

hOW TO WRITE SOUL

i have nowhere to go...this is of the utmost importance

I am currently talking to a man named Dovid who tells me the men have said no, i have been ordered by King David...

THIS IS MY THRONE..IN THE LAST FEW DAYS, I HAVE BEEN PRAYING TO GOD...MY FAMILY KEEP MENTIONING THE 'DEBBIL' AND IT BRNIGS IT IN...

I NEED TO LET YOU KNOW GOD HAS ASKED US TO SHINE, AND THERE WILL BE MY BURIAL TONIGHT,

I AM OF THE TRIBE OF GAD...

GIVE TIME TO GOD

I NEED TO CRY TO GOD...

HE WILL FREE MY SOUL

THIS HAS BECOME TOO SIGN...

Friday, June 23, 2006

A Problem

to men with King Dovid, and God and Jesus, and I the King Of Ireland...

how to heal the world, while men kill the world? I have objectionable practical reasons for why this will not work, a woman told me she wishes god to rise, i say i dont know how, how to make men believe i have been crowned and annointed, how to find men and women with god...

i want to see men dance in a line, clapping their hands saying, the son in law has found a new queen with god!...and yesterday i hear news i have given Israel, how Jesus would forgive me for being gay, so why worry? and i don't just, i worry, about everything getting out of control, when we are so far away from each other, as though pragmatic is best...and it fills my heart and i am full, yet something always breaks it...

and poetic white linen over my body, and her tears, and her the other her...

bring my family back to god, find work, go to a family with god, never lay around in bed

i have hidden myself for too long, now what?

i have so many ideas, to create, and to realise the miracle Wei Mu and I have created...write to a female rabbi, make ideas, create frescos of the people i see, picnic...

a 'shost'

they tell me, men will write...

good fortune: today we are happy/ in the 1920's gay mean't happy.

God is good: if you could ask for one miracle or more, what would it be?

I await a miracle that has already occurred, in march, everything in my life will either be turned full volume or become tranquil...and tranquil is best...

the sounds in my room in April will be blessed by a third soul...

imagine you are one, unified in flesh to your partner, as Matthew 19 verse 4 says...and what if you were told your partner is both? and how would events conspire if you could not find her, yet she was often there....? JUST LIKE GOD.

imagine if you are two souls, like they say God is, feminine and masculine...
and parthenogenesis...a science that since 1980 has been worked on by both french and japanese...

on April 21st, Mr. Kono, found two mummy mice, put half their chromosomes together from each egg, and created a female baby that could go on to have more babies...
I think about how I feel her in my womb, which I believe means my words affect her, how she grows, what she will be like, but mummy is drinking juice, and already getting morning sickness, and my words float down into that space in my belly, yet I think I forget 'be good'. 'be god'.

i think about a battle I fought two days ago...a black shadow of an evil cat in the shape of a man, pulling at her hair, stamping on her head, kicking me in the face, forcing us apart from each other, how to sit there crosslegged praying while I see him/It isn't enough, and I have a dagger in my hand, and force it into a shoulder blade, push him back off her against a wall, and explode him with light...more of them come whilst I move myself to the floor with a towel on my head, more prayer, and more prayer from a girl that hears me in Israel...I put white petals in her bed, I holler quietly like a native american and tell her to wait because she cannot see, she can only hear me shout DIE!! and THE POWER OF GOD! as I spin into the air and kick him in the chest, as I watch her lay there quietly in the white petals, I still see his shadow walk behind her, I stab him in the leg, I pull at his ankles, nine of them, they fall into balls of dust, I put their death into my head, to protect the house, yet am told to pull that out...

I am in this bed I have made on the wooden floor, covered in one sheet, and It has scuttled across the floor like a lightening rat...

when the girl finishes her hebrew prayer, we are safe in our own zone, and I tell her as my eyes flash green, and turn my face to the pillow and whisper that hers are too blue...

I cover her in the sheet, my left arm over her chest and her soul, and tell her, i have put blue hurt into her, or rather that I have that myself, and ask her to send me a light through my body like pink love...

'i want you to love me.'

and she does...


and then found:

http://www.kabbalaonline.org/MajorConcepts/destiny/Uniting_Two_Souls.asp

http://www.kabbalaonline.org/MajorConcepts/personalities/Jewish_Royalty.asp

REVELATION:

AS WELL AS CHINOIS BLOOD, I ALSO HAVE RABBI'S BLOOD, AS I SAID TO SARAH MARRIED BLOOD...DO NOT BE CONFUSED WHEN I SAY I LIKE RED RABBI'S. IT WAS MARRIED BLOOD...BE QUIET AND HE'LL TELL ME HIS NAME...FROM SPAIN:

CONFUSION WILL FIND OUT LATER,

his name is...dov -------...???????

a song for the first on this earth Hebrew Girl whom I love too: Out in The Black-Imaad Wasif...

hope you can find it...I'm gone. x

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

How The Queen Of Ireland Died And Returned To Me

This angel I saw in the worse moments of my life, the dark wavy haired young woman with bright torchlike blue eyes, written about here before, and always the vision I believed to be an angel and kept my Love of God since I last met her four years ago...

She returned two days, ago, and we were married...I have spoken to her mother, I explained to her, how I am a man there, (I have the same eyes as I do now), how we agreed giving Breeg a baby would be good... she died four years ago...I was 18, she was 22, she lived in Northern Ireland, I remember visions of that same time when I went mad, and saw men run up to my bedroom, and the dressing gown and hanger on the door creating a crucifix...she was killed by Orange Men in a car...for the last week or so, she has been arriving to an old man (dai-yu) called Dovid, who has been lean't the Mirror (think of it like Galdriel looking through a pool of water to Earth) by Adel, (Who tells me in a storm she loves me and I love Polly too thunder and lightening and messages from me, like Men here have no fear, a storm just stopped occurring, including a message to the dog to stay indoors and my sister arrving telling me shut up) to carry on annoying me that 'men were being the devil' (like I said and should have stopped at when I spoke to P..(told her everything about men from hell, feel ill)...something we agree on but which has been making me ill...she siad if she had met me then she would have told me I looked like the devil, or rather I look too in mourning or like a witch, she was catholic, she liked heavy metal, taller than me, loud...the way I've been feeling for four years, is, well, written here from the beginning...see other blog...

I asked her if she would have liked me then, she replied she wasn't gay and she would have told me to get 'fucked'...I said, going 'Boy-rish' on her (and too fenian apparently) would she liked to get married? 'alright !' the wedding was a celtic affair, the only reason I have no memory is becasue of the 'devil pills', medication I am forced to take...(I'm writing like a dog says my little sister, or rather Bridgit)...we spoke last night even though I wanted to get to sleep, and she talked with me, and sometimes I feel myself turn into that man, and just let us float on a white bed, imaging being watched from the skies...and Adel, our song, how I flew to her....and that makes four, ha...forgetting a girl I nearly got locked up for, for sending a letter to the wrong house, broken her heart, she's disappeared...

I await a lost letter from PJ...


THE STORM: THAT MAKES ONE IN DORSET< ONE HERE< ONE SOMEWHERE ELSE....

Dai-Yu...


He came to me in a vision as I cried about Polly on the wooden floor, while my parent's were away in France...having got Orly to contact her in NYC...

Extracts from quick notes I have scrawled from last two weeks:

WHO DAI YU WAS AND HOW ON HIS DEATHBED HE TOLD HIS MEN HE WAS WITH CHRIST...
Dai-Yu (Dovid) was jewish, and perhaps I always guessed that since I met him (right eyed panda scral around my eye, suspecting this was indeed not a tibetan monk) Jonathan was one of his men, a man who also cried at the wall, he says before Dai yu died he told he was with Christ...(I call him whislt he is in the middle of a crying breakdown), they are from the settlements, they are in fear of the far right.....I told him of a girl I had also spoken to, how she will be drafted into the army soon, how she wants GOD TO RISE, (and I have no idea how) I told him I aksed her to reread parts of the psalms, how to think about what she wants to dow ith her life, wonder what she will do (and more, my nose, the covering over of my body...) she told me she had forgetten the Torah, and I hope she read the wedding song for polly and i as i could not manage to even when a man appeared in my room and ordred me to)...

I suggested he contact the Messianics, yet he is in fear of his life...he could not believed Dai Yu had lied to me, and I could not believe, I had been with polly, and rude to him whilst he lay on his deathbed (One day as I spoke to him, I told him she was playing the piano, I could see her and hear a little, he replied it would have been good to be there to listen, she spoke to him too and we explained a few things...I realised he was dying when he told me he could die now (excuse this bad writing I am irritated too easily) and I ran out of the garden to cry, and heard 'he remembers his kiss' perhaps that kiss from his wife whom he loved) I told Jonathan I was like Dai Yu, from the Story Of The Stone (two houses in imperial china eventually are destroyed through corruption and love), from crying all the time...I told him too soon that David was in the other world...

The King has said that men have been given time, and I belive Dai YU was sent to me through Him...

I contacted Jonathan when Adel told me his men were going through hell...I have also spoken to a girl who remembered me from a cafe, as she was praying I asked her to just look at the wall and meditate, she says no-one thinks of nothing)

My parents still claim I am mad, my Dad is even more so, will write the above soon...

a hebrew girl crying on a plane about how she heard me and someone and Matayana Orly talk in a cafe in ,my mind in Dorset (I ran off, dorset notes:

the announcement in Waterloo, (a thank the lord from a young woman in the station as I sat reading and sepaking, ruined the man by ending it with perhaps he is on drugs) (thats a message to the whole of south england)

the congratulations about the marriage from Miss Winehouse (a singer, yes jewish too) in Trafalgar Square...(alos she thought of me, thinking I look too young, and I heard her, and explained about Other Worlds 'Sheeeeett!!!', and: that pig with me kept going on about Irish worlds)

the pushing into a wall by Erhu (who now prefers to be called Arwen) for talking about God to Mohammdin)

the singing in Leicester Square from Miss Harvey

And the awful suprise of a picture taken of me by a woman...

NOTES: PRAYED FOR P, feeling I had shot her soul somewhere, and got into a 'nightmare (?)@ OR RATHER:

A CONVERSATION WITH MY STUARTS BLOOD IN FRANCE, they are fine, glad to know...spoke in tired french to them...

(Orly finds it hysterical to hear mummy write 'hear me ride' as I sit in Dorset having breakdowns in her hometown, unable to find her, and I explain to him about how I could have ridden a horsey in Jerusalem, yet would perhaps been shot in the head:

'A jewish man would shoot you!??!' No, those are our men...

'They call Irish men pakis!??' that was a stupid man...

now, I'm 'dead', end of blog...things have calmed in this storm now,

plus the joy of Arwen/Erhu to hear a friends band on Saturday scream for God...(which gave eveyrone else a headache)
and young 'rudeboys' claiming they are The Prophet, including the MC's whom I duet-ted with:

BRING BACK THE LOVE

a refrain, that they wished to discontinue singing...

and the hebrew girl is fine, yet says Jews For Jesus shop is not recommended in LONDON...

when I really do need to find a good Hebrew man to talk this through with, 'pronounced KABBALAH MADAME, NOT, kar bar lah....'

meanwhile, I have no flat, and I may be murdered there because of an atmosphere in town, and my parents are threatening to lock me up...

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