Notes on Gospel of John

Thirty-Five

I’ve had a mindful voice which I discovered was brought to the surface of things in the first chapter of John in the Bible. Tim was the witness, in that Tim witnessed the light. Here, the light he witnessed was within me. The word became God – thus I came into my own and was not received (John 1:10-11). Worst yet, the word became flesh. Love has completely played out. That I share the characteristics of John this past 20 years until Dec 2014, I know the circumstance has completely changed.

Zero-Seven

Now I am a witness of the light within Anthony, It is completely different. There is within Anthony a light which I am a witness. Thankfully the Gospel of John tells me I am preferred now before Anthony. His word is God. It is a new beginning. I am the him that John talked about. There is a brand new story to be told.

I am referring to the Xiphoid and the Gene within. Tim would be the witness to my Xiphoid now number 35. Very little of it remains; “It’s me when I be”. And, I am the witness for Anthony’s Xiphoid now number 07. He can stay.

I admire your Sobriety in any case. Alcohol will denature the Xiphoid.

Rods Phenomenon

The rod is a symptom of a Table. I had a Table. It was subtracted and the Rod phenomenon went away. All that’s left of the flying rod is the number 54. I learned about the rods on the History channel. I have written other posts here at Gevluef about a table. It is a reason to feel worried.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_(optics)

Comment: May 14, 2024: It is presumed that the DSM IV is a Rod. The date for that presumption is November 10th, 2023

Trees

Ash Trees

JBL

Today I subtracted my JBL Speakers. October 2, 2014

Today I bought a PEPSI. I found out that doing so was a Staff Directive. I want to tell you that I had mixed emotions, but that my rational thinking told me PEPSI is more appropriate for me. I made such a huge mess with my bizarre thoughts all I can do is concede that I didn’t like PEPSI.

The truth is that days before this experience PEPSI arranged a donation and that PEPSI helped me in a big way. I found my owner; the owner of the JBL Speakers. Given many options as to what to do with them, the owner finely incinerated them in the yard. I’m a free person no more bound to Acoustic reflexes! The PEPSI money helped me to accomplish that. I’m so grateful to PEPSI for making that possible. Recall that acoustic enclosures are a probable place for an expected mother to put her baby. Those JBL’s were present when my mom was pregnant.

So if you like PEPSI and want to promote the brand of cola, pick up some used speakers and give a person their freedom. The staff told me finely, “you only shave once.” I knew what that meant because I remember how it felt when my JBL’s were incinerated.

If I hadn’t blown it with PEPSI, I might have gotten some sponsorship money; but they pulled out at the last minute. Keep in mind that bizarre thoughts, which I had with a PEPSI, are caused by a girl.

Problem with Devitt

Now my given surname is DEVITT. In this blog I wrote the Pi into the name, but other people don’t have the benefit of an explanation. Where do people see the name if not in this luxurious blog? The answer is obvious to people in my family but not so obvious to the reader. You would see the name when the family member buys something; either on the check or the VISA card.

Remember the first rule of service, “Never question a name?” Well, this one gets a lot of resistance. The Pi in the name comes with a great effort. People remember the name and build the Pi into it after trials and tribulations. However, some of the best customer service people get it right away. Many people who have helped me will never get it because they can’t see it as I have a changed name. Besides I rarely buy things. That’s okay, I’m not that proud of the name and people are having me when a family member spends money anyway.

You wouldn’t think that a Pi would be that important of an idea. With Devitt, it makes a big difference when a service is being offered. Hemingway developed thinking that Pi is something bad. I tend to agree with him because it is possible to get an F3; where Pi is basically three-something. For that to have any meaning, the reader will have had to have read my blog posts that deal with mental illness and the conscience. Basically the no-brainer is that people in my family are spending money painfully. It is all on the line when someone buys something with the name.

Fact Checker

In case you want to do some checking, the college issue is one fact you will want to check. I want to check it myself because it is one of complexity. Let me explain. 46605 says “UCSC,” on the back. That is University of California Santa Cruz. Did I graduate? No and Yes.

I went to UCSC the 1990-1991 school year and did all my work in that year, mostly Philosophy and Art. My mental illness didn’t kick in until 1992 when everything fell apart. In 1992 I was given a medical leave of absence.

Fast forward to the years since the millennium, the mental health agency in Santa Cruz embezzled money from me. The money was being transferred to the UC and I was accumulating credits. Then in 2011, I made a small technicality-correction with the mental health agency in Santa Cruz, and I think what happened as a result was that the University graduated me under my current legal name William Lewis in Philosophy, 2011.

That will have to do for now. I should write more about what it was I needed to do for the mental health agency that fixed things well enough to get the degree because it is pertinent to my experience from when I attended. In general though, I was one of the lucky ones because after studying that year and I had the medical leave I really understood the material. I like my college, and I like my knowledge I acquired there. I really learned my subject. Not everyone can say that about their college or their major.

So, please check this fact even though it is not good enough to stand the test of time. William Lewis isn’t involved in the painting. I am working on a better more substantial association to UC Santa Cruz for the painting. It just needs to be about Jeff Devitt. Please be patient.

Comment: August 31, 2022: There was an attempt to re-enter the University in 2002. I got a room in Capitola and enrolled. It wasn’t meant to be because the house got termites and I had to leave. I left my stuff behind. The land lady waited till now to throw away my stuff; twenty years. I imagine that she knows me pretty well.

Comment: May 14, 2024: It is at this point that the person curating my painting should make access at Kresge.

Dumping Going On

I’ve graduated from an eight week cigarette cessation class at Public Health. The teacher has learned a lot of Philosophy presumably because it was her major in college. She is real nice. She indicated that if someone is coming up with dirt about me that there is dumping going on.

I’ve been writing in my blog with the intention to resolve a problem that arises for someone interested in me. There is dumping going on? People are getting nasty because there is dumping going on? The teacher who may have majored in Philosophy isn’t bringing up problems with me. She feels more like a support person.

I’m responding to the dumping? I don’t want to do it anymore. If you have a problem, the chances are pretty good that I have addressed it already. One classmate in the class I took gave me a mint; if only she could read 17990!

English Professor

In 1989 while living with my girlfriend at our Goleta apartment I attended Santa Barbara City College. The most peculiar English professor had me in which I was subjected to things parallel. Because I took his class I was being opened. It is sort of like a feeling of nervousness and jumpiness, or like something is about to happen. I suppose I got that from one of the reading materials, Far Tortuga. But there were other books like Gertrude Stein. She had written with the remarkable willingness to repeat her words. So, yes I was being opened but there was a certainty involved.

I was recently opened, and it brought back a lot of feelings about my experience in that English class. I imagine that I am getting over the trouble I was in after my concert fiasco and the painting. I guess I felt that my professor was getting through my historical difficulties and could still reach me. Being opened this time was reassuring.

Comment; Dec. 29, 2015. I want to comment on this post now that I have some insight on being opened. The remedy for the feeling I described here is the tea ceremony. Place the hot teacup on the table in front of you and allow it to cool until drinkable.