the following journal consists of the following information. in connection to these links from other websites i have written to humans in this life-
which i attach to this website here-http://ouranus.blogspot.com/2015/08/7th-da-wnelly.html.
https://ouranus.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_2966.html
http://blue-hot-god-of-the-sky.blogspot.com/2017/09/htt-p-ouranus.html
a message to my dad on the other side now. in the spirit.
kerry says,,,
i'm on a bike ride today dad,.
from london to brantford. a good distance.
i'm in woodstock right now.
strange city. seems to be filled with neanderthals.
in modern human form. as far as i can see.
anyways,
done 40 kilometres so far.
IN THE MIDST OF THE FUNCTIONS OF 2ND PETER 2: 11-14 AND MATTHEW 10: 14-16.
WHICH RELATES TO TRUE CHRISTIANS BEING SURROUNDED BY SPIRITUALLY RETARDED MONKIIES DWELLING ON EARTH WITH TRUE CHRISTIANS IN HUMAN FORM.'''
IN THE MIDST OF THE FUNCTIONS OF 2ND PETER 2: 11-14 AND MATTHEW 10: 14-16.
WHICH RELATES TO TRUE CHRISTIANS BEING SURROUNDED BY SPIRITUALLY RETARDED MONKIIES DWELLING ON EARTH WITH TRUE CHRISTIANS IN HUMAN FORM.'''
MY RECORD FOR TRAVELLING IN ONE DAY IS 209 .3 KILOMETRES , MEANING JUST OVER 150 MILES.
which indirectly reflects these images here. regarding past bicycle rides i have performed in one earthly day.
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which indirectly reflects these images here. regarding past bicycle rides i have performed in one earthly day.
i sense a record coming on.
IN KILOMETRES TRAVELLED.
IN ONE DAY. PEDALLING ON A BICYCLE.
and i mean, a RECORD!
winnie says,
Good story yesterday about lion safari, and respectful to dad. especially for these ladies here!@
woe my'' cries winnie. yes!'respectful to our daddy!
Be safe on bike. Win
kerry says,
i'm on a bike ride to brantford hopefully.
I made it to Paris .
so far.
All the way so far it's been riding into the wind.!!!
Entering Brantford On governors road. Sign says The telephone city.City limits
win says
drive safe..
kerry says,,
Thanks, I will!
I was near your place, win.
Real close.
I made it to Brantford.
Good ride.
kerry says,,
Tell Jeff I'm at 140.5 kilometres travelled.
Back in Woodstock.
WHERE MONKIES IN HUMAN FORM ARE EVERYWHERE PRACTICALLY!
winnie casually says,,
Good exercise. Drive safe!
Back in London.
Been back for about a half hour..
Really close to 200 kilometres.
I'm gonna go for it.
despite the facts pertaining to these images here.
despite the facts pertaining to these images here.
I'll let you know the final tally of mileage in the morning.
in the morning i write the final tally.
factually.
final tally in mileage is this.::::
'''''210.5 kilometres travelled on a bicycle. pedalling. without an engine.
only pedals. i pedalled all the way. not exactly easy. but done.
new record. mission accomplished
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if he hadnt done that, i wouldnt have said these things.
winnie, jeff yelled at me, for an hour, that he was going to go to dads place and search for dads final will and testament to destroy it.
he screamed that at me. for an hour straight.
on trafalgar street.
towards thamesford.
then, right after that, he goes and visits dad practically every day. for a year straight.
until dad gets major dizzy spells. ends up in the hospital with internal bleeding. and then dies.
before that, jeff doesnt visit dad for 45 years straight.
and insults dad verbally every chance he gets.
everything i just said is factual.
winnie.
so?
what do you expect me to say to those facts winnie?
nobody in their right mind would say im wrong in saying what ive said regarding our fathers death. under those circumstances addressed.
you do realize that information i just addressed is all factual.?
right?
unless your brain is operating on a level lower then the brain capacity of an ostrich , you realize that.
because that information i just addressed to you in writing is factually obvious:::::::::::
please think about that.
while you dishonorably hide dads final will and testament from me.
oo by the way,
i checked ontario laws.
upon the date of dads death may 30th,2019,
ontario laws state you have 60 days to show me a copy of dads final will and testament.
thank you.
this one is when me and jeff and winnie were still tykes.
jeff was 8,,, i was 3,,, and winnie 10.
dad drove us to detroit.
in one of the mini miner cars he raised us in.
yes. we drove all the way to detroit michigan.
then, once in the city, dad got us lost. apparently in a bad part of detroit.
too.
so he cruised for a while. looking for signs.
but nothing seemed to help.
then,
while driving around my dad spotted some fairly big black gentlemen, around 6 feet ten, i would say- just standing around doing nothing but looking like dangerous thugs..
so ,my dad says, ''aw, theirs some nice looking locals.
they just might be able to help us get along our merry way and out of this mess.'''.
so my dad quickly fearlessly drives over to them.
meanwhile, we kids are screaming, 'no dad! please? they might kill us! no! dad?no??''
but my dad all along is telling us, 'awjust relax kids.
we need directions. and they can probably help.
we get there to where their standing and my dad says, ''hey bud whats goin on?
'huh?' says the bigger black guy.
i says, young man, i need directions outta town.' i'm in a hurry, young man. can you help?
''you best leave us alone, man,' the black guy says.
were from the bad part of town.''
''ooo that never bothered me.''
if someones from the bad part of town, my dad said.
were from london ontario, and we too live in, you might say, the bad part of town.
my dad says.
huh? says the black guy.
at this point my sister starting o whimper.
and says,
'dad, i have to go to the washroom!'
so, my dad says to the two black men,,, '''well, my fine feathered fellas, it was nice to meet you. yes. nice to meet some die hard, detroiters. i'd stay longer and talk.
but my daughter seems to be having a fit. so, i have to go. ''you'll have to excuse me.''
and with that, with roaring engine my dad, with 3 kids and his wife in that mini miner car- drove out of a lions den.
shall i say.
and took us to a nearby restaurant. to let my sister use the washorrom.
then he bought us food.
and checked a map.
looking at the map of detroit, my dad eventually
figured out how to get us out of detroit. and on our way back to london ontario.
and far away from those two big black men.
fearless, was my dad. for some reason.
stronger and faster then people thought he was too.
which reminds me of a few other true stories which occurred between my brother and my dad shortly after that time.
but those are stories for another day.
god bless you dad. and ill see you soon.
on that note.