A Female Meth-Head Steals a Yacht - What a Nut Job. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 A Female Meth-Head Steals a Yacht - What a Nut Job.

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 April 25th, 2018.

I met her in a Kmart store, which is rare because I have not been in a Kmart store in about 30 years.  The last time I was in a Kmart store was in Upstate New York and I did not think much of the Kmart store there either.  She started a conversation with me because she saw some of my man bling jewelry and somehow, I really do not remember how, she opened up her mouth and her story was suddenly flowing out of her mouth, like the water that was flowing on both sides of the yacht that she had stolen in the middle of the night.

It was amazing how she told the story to me, like it was an out of body experience then and even now that she was free enough to walk and buy stuff in a Kmart store.  She really did not look like a druggie, but maybe she had quit being a druggie a long time ago.  Maybe she is a wiser lady now, compared to back then, in her stupid days of taking meth and stealing a yacht.  She said she happened to be very high, meaning mentally off balance in making very irrational decisions, compared to making rational decisions when on drugs and especially meth.

I have never tried meth and I do not plan on trying meth at any point in my life.  But I truly believe that if I did try meth that there would be a little voice in my mind saying, “Do not steal a yacht, even if the keys are in the ignition.  After all, someone is going to notice the yacht is missing and where is there to run to when the only way to run away from the police boats is to swim?”

There are all types of yachts that rich people can buy and the lady did not tell me which type of she had stolen.  Maybe her mind was so fired on meth that she was not paying attention to what type of yacht she was stealing at the time.  But maybe more important than what type of yacht she was stealing was who actually owned the yacht and who their friends were in the legal world of criminal law, meaning the criminal court system.

It just so happened that the owner of the yacht was the buddy of a criminal court judge.  Or in other words, a criminal court judge was a friend of the owner of the yacht that the methed up lady had decided to steal simply because the keys were in the yacht’s ignition.  Again, I am thinking to myself, “If I saw the keys in the ignition of a yacht, I would not simple turn on the ignition simply because it was a very easy thing to do at that time.”

Plus, where is there to go after the yacht is missing from the harbor and the police boats and especially the police helicopters are looking for the missing yacht that actually might have a ‘Find me if I am stolen device on the yacht.’  But even more importantly, where is there to go after I am caught and put into jail for a year?  Sure, she had friends in jail already, so it was a bit easier to do her time.  She did not like doing jail time for stealing a yacht.  She told me, “I am never doing that again.”  I can hear a millions voices saying to her, ‘Why did you steal it in the first place?’

Maybe it was because she would always have a story to tell a stranger in Kmart.

But then again, maybe those millions of voices are asking, ‘Who leaves the keys in a yacht for someone to steal?’  ‘Who is more stupid, the meth-head lady who steals the yacht or the person who leaves the keys in the yacht’s ignition so the yacht can be stolen in the first place?’

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Keep Your Eyes on the Road When Driving. No Texting! No Nothing! Except Driving. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 Keep Your Eyes on the Road When Driving.

 No Texting!  No Nothing!  Except Driving.

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 April, Friday 13th, 2018.

I know, I know, that many drivers of any type of an enclosed piece of steel with an engine and at least four tires are going to read my words and they are going to say to themselves, ‘It will never happen to me, esp. since I have been driving for what may seem like one hundred years of driving.  Therefore, I can drive a mass of steel with at least four wheels and at the same time, I can text on a smartphone because I am a master of the smartphone, and I am a master of the steering wheel of the mass of steel, and I am a master of my fingers and my eyes, and my feet too.  Not only that, in many cases, I am a master of the laws of physics too.’  Really?  A master of so many things at once.  Hum?  Let’s include, I am a master of drinking coffee too.  Funny!

I was driving down the road last week, only a few miles from my house when a bottleneck in the road slowed down traffic to a standstill.  Of course, there had to be an accident and there was an accident.  A big pickup truck with it big wheels was stopped in the left lane of a two-lane road, and its front end was damaged to the point of almost no return.  Also, its fluids were dripping onto the road and there was some public servant in a uniform standing next to the truck just looking at the damaged brand new looking big pickup truck, with its massive wheels.  I was thinking to myself, ‘Where is the other car that it hit?’

Stop and go.  Stop and go.  Stop and go, until the final moment of discovery.  There it was on the right side of the road, over about 300 feet front beyond the point of impact.  Somehow the car had been able to drive about 300 feet and change lanes and stop off the road.  The car’s rear bummer was now located very close to the rear wheels.  The small car was completely totaled, meaning completely destroyed by the big pickup truck, oh no, I mean by the driver of the big pickup truck with its big wheels.
 
You must understand my dears readers, it is not cars and trucks that kill other drivers of car and trucks.  It is the drivers of cars and trucks that kill other drivers of other cars and trucks.  My immediate thought was this guy had to be on the phone, looking down on his phone, since his eyes were so high that he could see almost everything in front of him.  Yet, he did not ‘see’ the little car.  I thought that he must have been on the phone when his truck slammed into the poor tiny car and the laws of physics did the rest to destroy the car and put its driver into the hospital.

All the guy had to do was keep his eyes on the road, looking out straight out its front window, and he would not have caused over, say $60,000 of dollars in damages.  Say, $40,000 for the truck and $20,000 for the car, plus hospital bills.  Is any phone call worth $60,000 in damages?

I was talking to a UPS driver a long time ago.  He said, “It only takes one or two seconds for your eyes to be off the road and anything could happen to you.  He told me how he was once driving a big UPS truck on a bridge on a highway over water when he looked to his right to reach for his clipboard and when his eyes returned to look out the front of the UPS truck’s window,  only to see that there was now a stopped car and the door was being opened by the driver of the car.  The UPS driver said he only very slightly managed to avoid hitting the car door (And the guy too.)  He said he keeps his eyes on the road all at times now, no matter how empty the road appears to be at that time.

Ok, for you doubters of the theory of keeping your eyes on the road or highway at all times.  Let’s bring it up a notch.  Ok, how about a race car driver?  A race car driver is never going to take his eyes off the road when he is traveling from one mile an hour to over 200 hours a mile.  The only time a race car driver is going to take his eyes off the road is when the car is not moving, pure and simple.

How about a mountain bike rider who is riding his brand new $10,000 mountain bike over a really rough, rocky mountain trails with sticks and tree roots sticking up over the ground?  From my own experience, no.  Whenever I was riding a mountain bike or even a street bike, my eyes were always glued to the front of my vision so I could see what the heck was going to happen next.  I can hear those thoughts, “But it is only a bike dude.”  And I would respond, “It may only be a bike that must avoid being hit by a car, truck, or another biker, dude.”

How about riding a motorcycle?  Ok, for you doubters out there.  I have been trained to ride a motorcycle and I have taken classes and read motorcycles books too.  I have collected motorcycle accident stories.  I have ridden for thousands of miles on my motorcycle and I can tell you one thing that may surprise you doubters of keeping your eyes on the road.  If a motorcyclist does not keep his eyes on the road and if he does not keep his brain aware of what is going on around him, in front of him, behind him, and on both sides of him, he is a dead man riding a motorcycle.

Here is a lesson of physics which is very simple physics law.  Force = Mass x Acceleration.

That physic’s law applies to every moving object on earth and in the cosmic universe.  It applies to every living creature that is moving.  It applies to every dead piece of matter that is moving, like planets and cars and trucks too.  It applies to every human being that is driving a car or a truck.  And it applies to you too.  Keep that law in the back of your mind when you driving.

There are countless things could happen on the byways and highways when you are driving a car or a truck.  It happens every day.  What happens every day?  Every day, people die while they are talking on a smartphone because they think that they are safe in their car or truck.  Every day, people are killed on very small streets to major highways all around the world.

If your eyes are not looking outside of your car’s or truck’s front window to see what is happening beyond the internal space and time dimension of the inside of your personal bubble termed your car or truck, you may not live long enough to enjoy the rest of your life living on the outside of your personal space and time dimension bubble of the inside of your car or truck.

So keep your keep your eyes focused on the road so you can enjoy talking on the phone later!

A Major Fear of Albert Einstein.

Two Alcoholics Have a Baby: Poor Baby. Poor Adult. Poor Peggy! By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 Two Alcoholics Have a Baby: Poor Baby.  Poor Adult.  Poor Peggy!

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 April 9th, 2018.

Poor Peggy did not ask to be born, nor did she ask to be born to two alcoholics either.  Neither are all of the possible countless babies that are born to a male alcoholic and a female alcoholic everyday around the globe.  How easier is it to have sex when drunk, especially when you can not remember anything before, during, or after the act of procreation or reproduction.  How hard is it to take responsibility for a newborn who needs two normal parents to care, nurture, and then provide a good future for a normal baby who is not addicted to alcohol or drugs.  Yet, how much more difficult it must be for a baby to survive its birth, childhood, and then adulthood when its brain has been damaged by the connective tissue of the alcoholic ( or druggie ) mother who does not care one iota about the baby’s current life, nor about its future either.

I met Peggy recently, with her caretaker who was an adult who was being paid to provide daily support services for Peggy who had a few mental problems that she had to deal with her whole life of 63 years old.  I listened very intently while Peggy spoke to me about her life.  Her memories were being spoken of as if she would never forget the good memories that were provided to her before her mind, meaning her brain, did a razzle dazzle somehow and she was given a prescription of lithium which is a drug or chemical element of atomic number 3, a soft silver-white metal.  Lithium carbonate or another lithium salt that is used as a mood-stabilizing drug.

Peggy knew about her alcoholic parents and how she was born into this world.  Yet, poor Peggy had a rather active and adventurous life anyway, even with her behavior problems and mental mood swings.  She told me with vivid recall how she walked 6 miles a day, 3 miles to and 3 miles back from school.  She loved to read and do math, and she loved to dance and sing, and she loved her husband whom she has been married to for eleven years.  Plus, she was a talker too, telling me about her trips overseas, especially to Jamaica by way of travel cruise ships.

As I listened to poor Peggy, I began to realize that there were parts of her brain that were as sharp as a whip, but other parts of her brain had been damaged by the alcohol that had been transferred to Peggy’s brain by her mother’s bad and destructive alcoholic habit and body.  I felt both pity and compassion for Peggy, along with a sense of awe that she had lived a good life with what she possessed as a non-normal human brain, you know, compared to a normal human brain that was not damaged by alcohol before the birth process, in the prenatal condition, during pregnancy.

As Peggy talked to me for over a hour, I silently pondered the question, “How many stupid alcoholic couples as male and female have alcoholic sex and then instead of the mother stopping her very bad and destructive habit of drinking any type of alcoholic during her pregnancy, continue to keep on drinking alcoholic only to destroy her baby’s brain, life, and future.  That is certainly a crime in my book.  As Peggy walked away from me, she looked into my eyes with one single question, “Why me?  Why Me?”

The 14 Year Old Girl ( Kate ) with Keratoconus (KC) And How God the Divine Mind or Intelligence Sees Her. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

The 14 Year Old Girl ( Kate ) with Keratoconus (KC)

And How God the Divine Mind or Intelligence Sees Her.

A True Story.

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

April 8th 2018.

I saw her black round glasses and I could not help but ask her, “Nice Glasses. Where did you buy them?” She looked up at me and replied, “Costco.” (For my international readers, Costco is a buying warehouse in America with so much stuff to buy that people waste a lot of money, or not.) So there it is was, a conversation that had been started and which led to an expected conversation with a stranger. So what else is new with me? In short, she explained to me that she needed a new eyeglass prescription very often because she had an eye condition termed keratoconus or KC.

The girl explained to me that she had already been under the eye laser machine, which she explain to me in vivid detail. Her eyes were held open by a steel eye opener, for over two hours, while a bright white dot was nerve wackingly moved back and forth over her eyes by a person holding the laser gun. In other words, it was not fun. But she would do anything to keep her eyesight. Hum! I thought to myself. A 14 year girl worried about losing her eyesight. So my red alert status went up in high gear for all sorts of reasons.

Then the 14 year old girl continued her explanation by stating that one day she might need an eye transplant. Now my mind was in a bit of a shock because I did not know that the medical field could do eye transplants although it did not surprise me one bit. She said, “It is kind of weird, you know, knowing that the eyes of a dead person would be in you, meaning her, so she could see for the rest of her life.” Hum! Again I wondered to myself!

So now my red alert status within my mind was rising to a new level of consciousness. I do not believe I could take anymore surprising statements from this 14 year old girl who obviously needed some help from a person whose consciousness had been risen up a few levels during his life. And I was running out of time because her mother was walking over to us.

I immediately stated to the 14 year old girl, who was rather tall by the way for a 14 year old girl, “I just want you to know something. I want you to know that God does not create Keratoconus, and God does not create any human disease or sickness whatsoever. It is the human mind that creates disease and sickness, not God. God sees you as a perfect spiritual idea before you were born, as you live as a human being, and after you die. I want to you to know that truth.”

I looked deep into her eyes for a brief moment of human time. Just long enough for my mind, my consciousness to touch her mind and consciousness on various levels of consciousness. Yes, she got it, the truth, I thought to myself. A divine spark was lit up within her mind and consciousness. No matter what happens to her from this moment on with her eyes and her sight and her seeing, the young 14 year old girl would always know that God, the Divine Mind or Intelligence will always see her true spiritual identity as a perfect spiritual idea within the real of Spiritual reality, even while she lives as a human being with her old or new eyes. No matter what I had hoped, she will now see herself as God the Divine Mind sees her, as perfect!

The Jesus Saviour Hat and Three DUIs. Another True Story. ( Only a few days old ) By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 The Jesus Saviour Hat and Three DUIs.

 Another True Story.  ( Only a few days old )

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 April 7th, 2018.

There he was, a middle age man sittng on a park bench wearing a very beautiful baseball cap or hat with very artistic words, in the short version, “Jesus is my Saviour.” There were more words, but the words, “Jesus is my Saviour” were the most important words on the guy’s baseball cap.  I was walking slowing, compared to my usual walk, while I was viewing the very beautiful light blue sky and the white sailing clouds, and the seagulls flying like masterful flying creatures of the sky.  If I had to be reincarnated as some bird, the seagull would be one of my final choices.  They are like little jet fighter pilots, but they can fly better in the sky than any pilot whosoever.

Anyway, I said to the middle age man wearing the Jesus is my saviour baseball cap,  “What a wonderful day it is today.”  He looks up at me and he replies, “Like hell it is.  I am waiting to go to court for my third DUI.”  The court house was near by.  I stopped walking and glared down on his Jesus is my saviour baseball cap and I replied to him, “You are wearing a Jesus is my saviour baseball cap that and you then tell me that you have three DUIs?”  Hum!

He looks up at me like he was not expecting the question from a complete stranger, but I did not really care one bit because I was thinking to myself that the three DUIs were an insult to the Jesus is my saviour cap, and they were an indication on how stupid this middle age guy was for getting three DUIs and then for wearing the Jesus is my saviour cap.  But I am who I am and I thought he must have some sort of story to be told, to me, to write.  But not really!

So I look at him and I said, “Can we talk, you know, man to man?”  He looks up at me with an almost puppy eye glance, and he says, “Ok.”  So I now free to say anything I want and I ask him, “How stupid can you possibly be?  Three DUIs.  Have you not learned that driving drunk is not a good think by the first or second arrest for driving while drunk?”  Of course by now he is wondering who he is talking to about his personal life.  If he only knew who he was talking to at that very moment in his life, he would have gotten down on his knees and thanked God almighty.

So I continue, “And you are wearing a Jesus is my saviour baseball cap.”  Hum!  “What an insult to the baseball cap and to the statement Jesus is my saviour.”  In other words, if you believe that Jesus is your saviour, and you go and commit multi-crimes that could kill or murder someone, that is not saying very much about the Jesus is my saviour routine.  Then I state, “What is going to happen if you kill or murder someone while you are driving drunk?  How are going to feel about that for the rest of your life?  And what would happen if you killed or murdered a ‘Jesus?’"

Then a funny thing happened.  A powerful wind swept by so fast that it blew off his ‘Jesus is my saviour’ baseball cap.  He ran after his cap, and I continued to walk to buy coffee.  I was thinking to myself, “I hope that he becomes a saviour to himself, before it is to late!”

Jesus Overcame Death and You Can Overcome Death Too! Written on Easter Sunday. ( Of all days. ) By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 Jesus Overcame Death and You Can Overcome Death Too!

 Written on Easter Sunday. ( Of all days. )

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 April 1, 2018.

It almost seems like a religious joke, a religious fantasy, that a human being named Jesus over 2000 years ago could die on a wooden cross with nails in his hands and feet, after being tortured until almost death and then to hang on a wooden cross to seemingly suffer even more until he gave up his last breath.  And then he rose from the grave a better man.  Hum!

Uneducated emotional religious human beings, especially those millions or billions of  supposedly Christians who by their blind faith alone, believe in the story of the human Jesus who was supposed to be either God in the flesh, meaning in this case skin, or the only son of God who could overcome death somehow.  And by blindly believing in Jesus, they are saved.  Hum!

Then there are all of those other people, billions of them who do not believe in the story of Jesus and his supernatural ability to stop breathing and to have his heart perched with a long sword to really make sure he was really humanly biologically dead, only to somehow to walk again like a normal human being who could breath again with a beating heart, only to then transform into a spirit that ascended up to a place termed heaven.  Hum!

What if Jesus was not God in the flesh, or even any kind of god, or even a son of God either?  Because if the real God is Spirt, then Jesus could not have been a God, a god, or a son of God either because the human Jesus was not a spirit, or Spirit during his lifetime on earth.  What if Jesus was a Master Metaphysician who had transformed his human consciousness into a Christ Consciousness which allowed the human Jesus to overcome death in a purely spiritually scientific manner?  And who became the example for every human on earth to repeat his act in  one form or another if they too, became Master Metaphysicians who transformed their human consciousness into a Christ Consciousness which allowed each human being to over come death.

There are human beings who now believe in the afterlife and who are not afraid to die either, for many reasons, like their blind faith, or because they believe in a human being named Jesus to save them from their sins and from eternal hell, or because they had a near death experience.

But what if each and every human could overcome not only their human biological death, but they could also overcome their human selfhood and human identity at the same time, and then save themselves all sorts of troubles in this world and in the next world too, by becoming by the laws of transformation into a Christ Consciousness.  Not only would the human species overcome death in a collective consciousness, but they would also become like the human Jesus whose main job on planet earth was to show the human species that death was a mental illusion which seems so real to those uneducated in the higher realms and laws of life or existence!  The bottom line here is that God is eternal Life and not death.  And Jesus knew it and prove it too!  And so can you!