The Depths of Deception

As a result of my younger brother showing up unexpectedly early last evening ─ perhaps around 8:15 p.m. ─ I had to turn off the Android TV Box and the T.V. and vacate the living room to shelter in my bedroom in order to avoid involvement with him. My early a.m. walk had priority, and I would be rising at 1:45 a.m. to begin readying for it.

At least I managed to catch an episode of Black Lightning ─ this one was season three's episode 6 ("The Book of Resistance: Chapter One: Knocking on Heaven's Door").

Since my computer is here in my bedroom, I dallied some time before getting to bed, but at latest it was 8:45 p.m. First, however, I sneaked forth to use the bathroom one final time, and already my brother could be seen passed out in his chair in the living room in front of the running T.V.

Another point in my night arrived when I had awakened and again needed to use the bathroom; my brother was conscious this time, and my wife was evidently home, for she was shut up in her bedroom with the light on. I never checked the time.

Whether or not I managed some further sleep, I now cannot recall, but I did not feel quite as rested at 1:45 a.m. when my alarm chimed as I had expected to be.

I meant to weigh myself while fully clothed just before leaving, but I wholly forgot; and it was 2:10 a.m. once I was on my way.

When I arrived at the elementary school playground early into my walk where I tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I of course had no idea what sort of overall body weight I was working with. Even so, I refused to not achieve my new normal of repetitions: 4 - 3 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2.

Of course, the very last pull-up was held at full elevation for a 12- to 15-count; and I finished with eight slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

Unfortunately this was my night to wear the boots that are the most problematic for my game left foot, and I eventually began to develop the lame state whereby it becomes increasingly difficult to rise to the ball of my left foot whenever I step off with it. My body forces me to come nearer and nearer to having to walk flatfooted with that leg, and it slows me down dramatically.

I need new boots ─ this pair especially need to be retired.

I was to encounter what I am sure is 'my' black cat ─ if so, this was likely at least the fifth time that our paths have crossed since possibly February as I have trekked the 'lower' side of 100th Avenue (Google Map) as I walk from 140th Street to 148th Street. I do not believe that I mentioned the last time ─ it was maybe three weeks back at most.

These last two times it leisurely headed across 100th Avenue towards some residences were 143-A Street abuts onto an offshoot of 100th Avenue (Google Map). The cat has always been on the 'lower' side of the main 100th Avenue anytime I have seen it, and at least three times it has been across the avenue from Lena Shaw Elementary school. In fact, the first time it was between 140th and 141st Streets and leisurely walking towards 140th Street ─ quite some distance from where I saw it these past two times. We are talking as much as nearly half a mile in distance.

That cat must love that forest at night! I only hope that it never meets with a coyote. The traffic is negligible whenever I pass that way; and 100th Avenue has a wide median, most of it grassed and treed, so there is some sanctuary there if the cat is crossing the avenue.

The only real impediment to my walk last night ─ apart from my lame left foot ─ was having to make a detour roughly a mile from home as I was returning. An avenue I meant to take ─ and which I had begun to follow ─ suddenly yielded a bent figure ahead of me pulling what seemed an upright piece of large wheeled luggage, but it could have been some other conveyance.

This person had that traditional crackhead bend to his posture, and he paused beside a parked vehicle maintaining that ridiculous posture for an abnormal amount of time. This was sufficient for me to decide to detour ─ I do not go out on these walks to meet misfits and weirdos, nor to make friends nor give away my money.

If I am remembering correctly, it was 4:18 a.m. by the time I was back home ─ a most disappointing time span for the walk.

I am unsure, but I may not have returned to bed until ... no, I am only able to wildly conjecture. It may have been as early as 5:15 a.m., or as late as 5:45 a.m. That latter seems more likely.

Morning for me began around 8:15 a.m. when I rose anew.

It may have been as much as 9:10 a.m. before my brother seemed able to wean himself from the banal pap that are the three morning news programmes that he switches among. How he can adhere to the same meaningless agenda like he does every morning is difficult for me to put up with.

Anyway, when he finally invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a peculiar 39-minute video added yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: KAREN KINGSTON HUNTED WHO WILL STEP UP AND PROTECT HER?!?!

Get the documents all here.... https://americaneducationfm.com/government-documents

Karen Kingston is one of the worlds most courageous woman standing up for the people worldwide and protecting the children from genocide that is occurring from the bio weapons [vaccines] injected into billions worldwide.

This is a very disturbing and upsetting video to watch to see Karen running to save her life and yet NO one in the so called big freedom movements, military or Police are stepping up to protect her and go after who is hunting her as she has been told by FBI her life is now in danger.

Please share this video far and wide and download ALL her documents proving the massive death and destruction underway against mankind.

May God Protect and watch over this incredible woman and her courage to save mankind.

Then ─ also on that channel as of yesterday ─ I tuned in the approximately 1½-hour regular episode of Christopher James Pritchard: Million Man Posse Take This Evil Down.

The final video we watched had been recorded two days ago, but was added yesterday to Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: The Depths of Deception - Dr. Daniel Nagase.

Dr. Daniel Nagase spoke at the No New Normal rally, Vancouver City Hall, August 9, 2023. After his speech, Dr. Nagase answered questions from those in attendance.

No New Normal meets at Vancouver City Hall, every Wednesday, 1PM- 3PM.
https://www.nonewnormalbc.com

Daniel Nagase's writings are published on Substack:
https://danielnagase.substack.com

I am going to try to remember and apply what he said if ever I am challenged by someone like a cop as to "Do you understand?" or "Do you consent?"

I could have sunned this afternoon, but my wife largely remained home until she finally left for the weekend at 5 p.m.

For whatever reason, I feel my worst every day in the afternoon following my usual daily nap. My vision is especially impaired.

I did not seek that nap today until around 1:45 p.m., by which time my brother had already emerged from his bedroom following some bed rest and then left for the day to socialize.

It is presently nearly 8 p.m. right now, so I am going to bring this post to a close. I have another walk planned for the wee a.m. But I will also be commencing a Sabbath fast by sunset, so I must have some supper now and indulge in a little T.V.