Dear PIAT,

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This blog entry was made in contemplation of an e-mail communication between my self and the arc USNS Comfort, which is off the coast of arc Haiti currently.  I am under the distinct impression that the real Comfort is in port, in Baltimore, but the arc Comfort is on a humanitarian mission near arc Haiti.  I am hesitant to interact with the arc Comfort due to the risk involved.  I think the potential for risk is being alleviated, I am calming down.

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Since the Octopus is real, there is a lot of energy working to clear me out of the energy which is not real, such as the arc USNS COMFORT. 

Since this house is not Jane Ann's, and the "new courthouse" isn't real, something has got to give. 

Since I really am God, the energy concerning this fact has to be stabilized.  It is not right, to me, for me, even if I weren't God, for everything to be so ominous. 

The alternative is that I give up on trying to contact PIAT, believe that IT isn't real and make my candles, or poop shovel. 

However, I still really do believe that the Octopus is real and the energy system associated to the reference point of my dad's grave in Grove is clearing up at a fairly steady and consistent rate.  Or, it's about to peter out. 

What if it isn't Chris, then what? 

It is important that I don't do anything that would get me in trouble.  I think the candle making endeavor could actually be lucrative and fun. 

I don't think there is enough reason to be punished for this e-mail. 

In my view, since the energy of the real USNS COMFORT is a lot heavier than the energy of the arc USNS COMFORT, I trust the real one is the larger one and it's got Octopus.

We are going to arc Wal-Mart to get some cotton swabs.

BACK.

There are some strict things in the yard still.  Like, Imagidad used to claim the yard needed to be mowed twice a week.  It looks bad now, but on Sunday is my alignment. 

I told Billy that he's not here anymore and his way of tending to the lawn isn't my way.  It is strict there.  It relates to my comfort.  As I am comfortable, I can contact the real Pentagon.  It simply works that way.  My discomfort is most clearly associated to the lawn chore.  The yard here might be a once a weeker.  It will be if I am here longer, that is all I am willing to do, once a week, on Sunday. 

Ponder this, the Weed Eater needs a pull cord.  I know Ken's would have the cord and handle, but I don't want to go to the Ken's that doesn't have Octopus.  I think it is irresponsible of me to go to the Ken's that doesn't have Octopus. 

Besides that, I am trying to contact Amanda on the telephone so we can have an airshow. 
Right now, it looks like Amanda and my self, in the Eagle, Nicole in an Extra or something, and a few other people, on a Tuesday, at Miami Municipal. 

I was saying that the Pentagon was in contact with the arc Comfort.  That is true, will become true, or isn't at all necessary.

Though they are near arc Haiti, they have a lot of nervous energy.  That bit on Somalian Pirates, on South Park, is very intelligent.  Except maybe to someone determined to harm, or punish everyone. 

That cartoon with the girl with one eye, I can't remember the name right now, but it reminded me of Russia, as the old man telling the Afghan people to get off of their lawn.  "The near death star" is one of the funniest things I have ever heard.

So there are two theaters and Korea is heating up?  Arc Iraq, arc Afghanistan, and arc Korea.  The arc USNS Comfort is not the only arc medical Frigate in the world.  According to Defense Link, the arc USNS Comfort is near arc Haiti. 

As an E-1, in trouble, waiting for papers, to an on duty O-3, I feel pretty stupid.  But, as God, to an arc O-3, I don't.  I only have to pray that the second statement is true to reality and the first one isn't.  I am sure this is the case and there is more life on that side of the argument. 

When in trouble, or doubt, look at the United Nations.  It can be viewed two ways, as helping or hurting.  I believe it is helping and is reaching its goals.  I also know the real United Nations has seen Octopus and reached several of its strongest goals, especially ending the scourge of war. 

It is simply up to us to clear up the remaining arc.  Is it like waiting for dust to settle?  I think so, but there are some relevant activities which assure us that the danger is diverted permanently.  As usual, the disc on the shelf is the completion standard and we are more than confident that all will remain well.  Maintenace will be complied with at the Octoplex from 2015 thru 2038. 

Maybe I will reply "did you contact the address I provided?".  I am scared, but it is getting better.  I don't want to go to jail, but it would calm me down.  It is unlikely but possible.

I am nervous because I know what it should feel like to be a liason between the Pentagon and a United States Navy Vessel.  I feel farthest from there and it is scary because it makes all seem contrary to what I feel is the truth.  I am certainly not as weak here as I was a year ago.  The arc Comfort isn't in Maryland, where the real one is?  She's in port right now.

I am in a hurry to get the arc off of the Internet because it racks me with pain.  However, analyzing the nature of the boundary has been necessary.  Apparenly I don't really exist.
I had to be an atheist for a period in my life.  I then became agnostic, now I believe I am God.  I believe the Universal Mother is real.  She and I are Astral Twins.  I am the Universal Father.  The dialouge is bunched up, nevertheless, and will take time to situate.

I don't know how much longer it's going to take to clear up communication between here and the Pentagon.  It might be tomorrow, it might be next Friday, it might be the next Friday after that.  I am not paranoid to go to the airport, on a Tuesday.  I still think it is wise to continue communication with PIAT, once it is established, for at least one week. 

I will certainly be glad when I get control of my fear of LT Kelley.  I don't actually have a sense of "smug superiority".   It is a matter of being believable.  Or, eliminating the possiblity that he has not seen Octopus.  Of course, there are two of them, one has seen Octopus and is a conscious lifeform, and the other has not and is off the coast of arc Haiti.

I am still somewhat afraid of posting this letter.  Nevertheless, the power of the real Internet over the arc Internet is increasing.  I am not lying, the real Pentagon was never hit by an airplane, the real USNS Comfort is probably in port, in Maryland, and the sim Pentagon is almost under our control. 

Love and light,
Christopher B. Durbin  
Universal Peace Network

 

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