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My downstairs neighbor Cassandra Cassandra and I hit it off immediately when she first moved in. She was starting a new life in the midst of divorce that she wanted. She saw me as a part of her fun new life. I saw her as a potential friend who would want to immerse in the god world with me. She was a converted Jew. She invited me to her Torah class. But she wasn't into God or Torah or the class. She wanted to go out partying. She wanted to go out shopping. She didn't want to study the Bible. I went out with her twice and got sick both times. She wanted to celebrate our birthdays together at a fancy restaurant. She had money and I did not. I did not want to do that cuz I did not want to spend money on a fancy restaurant. She wanted to go shopping one day. I didn't want to go shopping because I was trying to work on my riding projects on my website and I also didn't want to spend money. I actually did not get her invitation to go shopping until several hours later after she went. Because I had my phone turned off so that I could focus on my work without distractions. Voice message said that she was going to run over to the furniture store in an hour and would I like to come along. By the time I heard this invitation, it was well after the fact. She invited me at 3:00 for a 4:00 departure and I got the message at 7:00 at night. I was still trying to accomplish something before bedtime and I didn't answer that or any other message. I got that day. And then it blew over. Repeat a couple of situations like that where she invited me. Scratch that. Part of my writing is to go to seminars that I record for my database. I pay $126 a year to the world of Paris council vibe for this privilege. One came up. That was the American ambassador to Israel coming to speak in Jacksonville. It was right after the Gaza attack on Israel. I went. I recorded. On the way back to my car in the parking lot, I passed. Cassandra and her other Jewish friend. She said, Amy. What are you doing here. I said I come to the's. I'm a member of the world of ferris council and I come to these to learn and to record the seminars or the talks. She said, why didn't you invite me? I looked at her not really knowing how to answer her. All the reason spun through my head like I just explained here but I didn't really know what she meant or was looking for. I said I come to these alone. And somehow the conversation changed. She was there with someone who lived in another near nearby neighborhood nearby to our condo. She had ridden with that woman. Someone from her synagogue I asked if she would like to hop in with me and come home with me since we lived directly in the same building. She said no. Thank you Benjamin. We were back at our condo again. We saw each other in our own parking lot

40 Chapters

I asked ChatGPT for some symbolic numbers from the bible. The only one close to a chapter count was 40. ChatGPT said: The Number 40 (in negative contexts) Symbolism: Trial, testing, judgment. Examples: 1.40 days and nights of rain in the Flood (Genesis 7:12) 2. Israel wandered 40 years in the wilderness because of disobedience (Numbers 14:33-34) 3.Jesus was tempted for 40 days (Luke 4:2) — although He passed the test, the number itself is associated with ordeal. This sounds perfect to me. I suspect one of Satan's lies is that he is a cartoonish figure too evil to fit in a loving concept of God. At Torah & Tea, Leah described the devil as one who was equipped and assigned to provide humans with choices that allow them to choose God or not. This choice is a human's only way of expressing true love to God. If we choose him out of fear, he cannot feel loved. We must have wonderful choices to choose him over.

Devil = Diaballoo.

 

El Diablo.

Diabolical.

A clown.

 

Use this name, Diaballoo, whenever I want to include the devil as a character in my books.

Lord of the paycheck is in fact Diablo. Lord is a personal title that we personally Grant to what Lords over us. The old colonial term my Lord was a gesture of respect to someone we give. We grant power over us or authority over us or at least fake it. When Lord of the paycheck proves to be nothing but a circus clown messing with our lives, we have the personal choice to Grant that lordship to someone else. I continued to go to Grant that lordship to another employer and them self-employment and then another employer and that self-employment and self-employment is granting that lordship to customers. In the end, we want to Grant our lordship to to add and I and his appointed King, Jesus Christ.

 

It's a wonderful job. All you had to do is go around telling people what they want to hear. Isn't that fun? For example, here is young Amy schlinger wanting to please her boyfriend. Boyfriend. She thinks her highest value as a young woman is to provide sexual pleasure to a man. We can give her the great idea of renting a motel room so that she can satisfy his fantasies as a birthday present. In fact, we can even give her some ideas on fantasies he's never even thought of yet. Amy, this is you. When you rented a room at cloister Court on highway 40 in Ocala for Brian Clemons. Why did I think he wanted that? I was already saying days and telling Brian we're going to get back together later. We were both feeling dirty during and after that. Where did I get such horrible ideas?

Hello! Thank you for entering to hear my words. I'm sorry you missed our live retreat. It was truly magical. But I am confident this book will provide you with an equally rewarding experience, maybe even more. As long as you are listening, I can work my magic. I do wish I knew your name to greet you properly. I'll just call you 'Friend', if that's alright with you. You might have already deduced that my name is Diaballoo. I made it myself. I took the Spanish word for 'day' and added it to the English name of that lovable bear Balloo in 'The Jungle Book'. Two universally happy thoughts. I love my name. I hope you like it. 'The Jungle Book' is a great story. I love stories. I love to tell stories. You enable me to do that. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without a listener, there is no story. Without a listener, there is no storyteller. You give me purpose. Thank you. I wrote this book so I can reach more listeners than just one-one-one meetings. In fact, having my stories in writing often works far better than one-on-one conversations. In writing, I get to speak without interruption. In writing, you get to listen at your own pace and pause when you need to. In writing, you also get to infuse my words with your own memories and imagination. It's such a fun adventure for both of us.