Living Room to Hell.

After waking, it seem as if I was back in my first kitchen that I was born and raised in. I was itching my socks west over to my living room. You can call me Edwards. I was almost wearing pajamas and just socks. I ran into some magical warlock. I do not actually remember him. I am only assuming that he was part of my life. But it was not long until I saw an older man, in his thirties or forties, do several magic tricks. One was right by the counter and couch. Out of nowhere came a sacrifice stand of wood and bronze. It had a passageway, a tunnel, strait down. He must have went in or fell in. There was no bottom, it seem. Later, I found myself doing tricks myself. One is where you close your eyes and wish for some stuff animals to zab off your couch and into the kitchen to hit my mom. I am not even sure if Mom was there. I was just closing my eyes, thinking hard, using my hands, and it worked. I then had to put them back. I was new to these powers but I was ready for some more. My younger sister, or some random girl was on that couch. She must of left or she must of fell in, or she went into that sacrifice portal gateway down to a darker and brighter place. I ended up going after them. I had a partner who was probably female. We traveled for months down there. We went through underground cities and abaddon houses. We traveled down to lost things. People even died down there. We may have been down there for only moment, only hours. But it sure felt like forever. At that moment, I was still imagining what I saw near the bottom to that bottomless pit, before I went into it. I thought I saw lava near the bottom, or fire, or pain. I could barely see what was down there but I was curious but also very scared. We took many cautious steps to avoid falling down this orange light well place. We went down only part way in order to find a sidedoor or another way down to the bottom, if there is one. I still cannot get some of this out of my head. What should I do? I am scared for my life as I observe ancient cities.














I believe in principle. Principle is God. Principles are God. Are the trinity. Is the trinity. God is spirit. Spirit is Jesus. Jesus is spirit (& man). Jesus is word. Jesus is the Word. The Word is for us. The Word was not originally written in English. The Word was written through flesh, through hands, through the Bible author's spirit, their personality, but through God's spirit. The Word was written from and through the spirit. This spirit is the Holy Spirit, the Holy Ghost, that dove, that fire, that water, that wind, that breath of life, that mediator, that counsel, that soul, that mojo, that brother in high places. The spirit is Jesus. Jesus is light. Jesus breaths out that spirit. Jesus is the face to God, of God, for God, through God. I believe principles are everlasting truth. Principles are eternal. Principles do not change. Principles are universal. Principles are not one dimensional. Principles cannot change. Principles cannot be added to. Principles cannot be improved. Principles are perfect. Principles are truths. Principles go beyond commandments. Principles are practical. Principles are directly applicable. Principles might be easier to recognized within Proverbs. I believe that we cannot live without principles. I believe that principles are the keys to the doors to our life. Principles are our gateway to how we are to think, live, walk, talk, do things, make things, to how we are to love, to laugh, to learn, to think, to wait, to help out, to reach out, to be holy (or not).
Principles are light. Principles are not sin. Principles are what is best.



Principles giggle the Word. Principles are gold. The Word is that earth. That is why we are to dig. To eat. To discover, not invent, truth.

However, God did not throw just gold at us. He did not just give us principles. I do not think we could handle that. I do not think we could relate, identify, or understand strait truth from Heaven. For example. Jesus is not God's son. Not literally. Not in the way that we understand it. Because God did not have a wife. God probably didn't give birth to Jesus in space. I mean, back before there was space. Instead, there is truth in that statement. That Jesus is like God's son. They have a bond, a relationship. And how else would we relate to that? If we were to take the Bible, without the spirit, then we may miss out. I do not then mean that there was no real world flood. And the list goes on. But I am saying that principles are in the Bible, but within the houses of programs. Principles can help us. They can help us do what we must do. Principles can help us develop commandments. Commandments are not always directly related or derived from pure principle. Some commandments are connected to programs.


I believe that God illustrates principles (which will help us do what we must do) through programs. Programs are specific application to the principles. When Moses wrote the first five books to our Bible, the Torah, God's spirit guided him, as they were in the desert, to bring to life some truth that will help them as they prepare for the war against terrorists. I mean, against Jericho. Moses did not make up the stories about creation and so forth. But it was written directly to those people at that time. It was written to illustrate God's agenda. To show how God does things. To show how we do things in specific circumstances. There were lessons that can be taken from it. At the time, it served it's purpose. However, of course, it still has a purpose. But even Israel didn't take it in directly. When they read God's programs (what He did, what the people did), they applied them. They did not just build an ark.


I was telling Blake, just yesterday, that I don't have a problem with following. Jeff agrees. But I don't think it can be done in a direct way. For example, I think Deuteronomy talks about not shaving your head. You do not want to identify with pagan countries. You want to be separate. You want to be in the world. Not of it, so to speak. If we take that literally, we could refrain from bald heads. That is understandable. I don't think the Bible is directly telling us to do that. That was merely the program at that time. But if we apply that principle to us first, then, through application, then we may find ourselves with hair on our head. But it is not going to be because we are just obeying the Word, directly. I mean, the principle, behind that head thing is the same. But how we do it may not be the same. The program may be different. I must not assume. I will not say that it is ok to shave your head. But I will not say that it is not ok just because they were told not to. We must bring the principle and apply the principle, not the program.




Apply the principle, not the program.

However, if we take the shaving head thing and we do not take the principle out of it and apply it, if we just take the program from it and say that we can't just only do this one thing. Then we may miss out on other things. Say, for example, what about certain clothes. Or piercings. Or somehow getting identified in another way. I mean, if we do not want to be associated with the wrong crowd, then what are we going to do? If I don't want people to think that I'm a nerd then I will just take off my glasses. Ok, that was a joke. It might not be that easy. I may have to change my clothes, how I talk, what I know, what I continue to learn, where I go, who I hang out with. But when I do those things, I do so out of application. I take the program and I dissect the truth, the principles out of it. I am not trying to say that you do not know any of this. I just really enjoy writing. And all of this helps me because I am still learning how to write.


But please dissect the principles from the programs.

I Hate Little Girls.

I hate them. I met some, tonight. Young grueling children in need of desperate care. Several little girls told me to come back. But what if I am not there? Am I suppose to be there? Or am I suppose to be in a better place? They thought I was funny. They were all hanging off my attention. Do you like yams? It was at Blake Webb's youth at Moore Street night. They are the yams. I really hate being around kids. I do not hate anything more. Is that what Jesus would say?



I hate not being there for them. That is of real concern.

Once lived a rabbit with many golden keys. Well, he was still welding some of them. He may have lost a few. But this silly rabbit always dreams of going to Rabbywood, the land of carrots. As soon as the fairy bird comes to take him, just seventy years into his life, the rabbit declines, only to realize that this magical bird will not be back for another seventy years. He just wish that he was not so busy. He stumbles over a log. He cries. He talks to thumping turtle. He is always getting his mouth in trouble with what he says. He misses so many opportunities because he is afraid of losing his key. He says, "But these keys are truly delicious, like Trix, they truly are fundamental, they will unlock cheese doors for me!" But here comes quirky owl, "But how many times have you called girl dog or ugly? Yo, dude, sit back, stop being so busy. Go beg. Go volunteer. Come on down. Lets try things. Come hang with me and the flooning hawk. The rabbit looks down at his watch and ponders, but then yells, "But I just don't know, I feel so jealous of all of y'all, I wish that I could be you, or you. And I never get any help." But owl smirks back, "But you never ask." Then a small fox fribbles at me. I mean, at the rabbit, "Come after me, you fox!" Grrrr. "I am not a fox. And how can I ever go after you. I have some cheese doors to open."



Yahanna, my cashier, Wholefoods, yes, 2:34pm, 10/06/2009, Tuesday, I got $0.58 Navel orange, $3.29 Arts Original Pro Bar, totalling $3.87, downing my stamps to $19.60.

I just wish that I could not let people down. I go to a youth activity and the kids become attached to me in just one second. That is really nice but I may just let them down. I may move. And if I move, my new friends may not even like me since I am too crazy with what I eat or what I believe or do. And then that may just send me back. I will have to do this limbo number, play musical chairs, and get stuck in a Hell. I wish I had some clarity. I must fast, then. I need to buy a camcorder or DVD recorder. But I will likely have to return it. That makes it tough. I already bought a DVD recorder back in the second to last week of March of 2009. I don't get it. Too many gold keys to keep or find or make. But there are fowes out there that are met to be hunted. But what if that is not the case? But do not worry. Write it down. Make some decisions. Let it go. Move it on. Move on. Smile. Do what you can do. Never mind not knowing. Take a breath when you stair at the elevator. Do not say a word. Just breath in and breath out. Just give it all even when you have nothing.



But I do think about location a lot. But I will just have to try things and see.

Belgium Chocolate.

Belgium Chocolate: non-dairy ice-cream: Purely Decadent. I am not sure if I regret this. It was not too bad. Do not buy again, this week, please. There, I am trying to get myself to not eat. Well, I should eat something. It was just $3.50. I have just $23.47 left on food stamps. As of right now, I will be getting no more, unless if I was working over twenty hours per week. My cashier was Jason. Shout out to him, haha. Ok, I have never wrote that expression before. Shout out, yo. I bought it at 09:23pm PST, Monday, 10/05/2009, at Whole Foods Market: 1210 NW Couch Street: Portland, OR 97209. There you have it. Now, if I could just finish my fifty-VHS tapes project. It is all in a box. If I got that done, would anybody want my fifty or more VHS tapes. And what does VHS stand for? I cannot remember and therefore, why it does it matter? Well, it does not matter as much as secretly or dark or everlasting or crazy or spiritual things may or may not just hey yeah like totally matter so much like really like more! Don't you love it when I write wordy on purpose to just make a point? I really have no idea if people read what I write? Yes, question mark. That one sentence was not even a questioning sentence? Oh, I wrote it again. It's a question mark. But I only do that for critical thinking. Not to be confused with over thinking. Yes. Yes? Well. The end. And Belgium chocolate ice-cream rock. But do not buy, haha.

L20091006t0310pj414: 414: ate: nuked (for ten minutes) the following free SA pantry-purchased items: one egg, Chicken Sea's Chunk-Light Tuna in water, in can, and dry regular noodles, in water. That is it, at: 03:13am: PST: Tuesday: 10/06/2009.




Ate: the wrappers: dog: 03:42am: PST: Tuesday: 10/06/2009: this is the dog collection to the wrappers, the coverings to what I ate, but in no particular order since it's dog or since I can't remember:
Chocolate Soy Milk: 365: USDA organic.
Berries GoMega: Odwalla: Superfood: Fruit Juice Drink Blend: 15.2 FL OZ.
Eggs: Half Dozen: Washington: Safeway: USDA AA Grade.
Green Machine: Naked: Superfood: 100% Juice Smoothie: 15.2 FL OZ.

Brownie Browned Me!

Brownie Browned Me!
Subject: I reject, regret eating brownie.
What: during free afternoon dinner.
What: I also ate a browny, not Chris Brown, Charley.
Where: at First Baptist Church: SW: Portland, OR.
Where: just around four blocks south from me.
When: 3:30pm: Monday: 10/05/2009: PST: OJSA: dog.
Why: I was getting hungry, have little food, myself.
Via: I went with neighbors: Rick, and some lady: both around age forty.

Problem: regret.

Situation: after much "Thank you" lips, since I am sincere enough to be an actual begger, a panhandling monster, making millions, but since I was at this homeless feed (even through people are not really meant to be fed like animals, Mike), going through like a lunch buffet line, and after eating horrible white bread roll with butter (it wasn't horrible, but the whiteness does kill me), and potato and fruit salad and orange juice and a dumb chili hotdog in whiteness buns, I then naturally oiled up the chocolate browny. It could have been a white pastry, my friend almost got me a donut. But I am just typing this out right now as my way of fighting my compulsive eating disorders. I know I will get letters for that one. You do not have a eating disorder. No? But of course, how would you know for you have one yourself. But we also ran right by the animal protesters, some who know me. One said hi, and I just wished I had the time to really stop and talk or play guitar with. The lady I was with also wants me to play with her, since she plays a saxophone. I later tried declining since school, work, or the lack thereof, missions, volunteering, filming, drawing, writing, exercising, church, small groups, dating, friendships, building projects, L4OJ projects, Green Oatmeal things, more filming, talking, family historian, comedian, karaoke, singing, dancing, hiking, and such are, however, always on my mind, and so, even through playing with her is on that list and on my mind, it would also conflict my current transition and struggle and confusion and busy schedule in which nobody will even relate to in full extension at all, but I at least said that I was thinking about school and work and moving somewhere like California and she knows about the rest since I've known them both for the last year but it is still so confusing because I do not know how to go after my dreams but it will not be in the dragon of the browny!

Support.

If I had money, if I were to compromise or lust down a list, or not, if I could, or let's just say that I am, then these will be just some of the people or organizations or clubs or companies or missions or things or missionaries or denominations or religions or not religions or places or principles or programs or products, or whatever, that I do or would or could or should or cannot even dare think about supporting financially or through any other methods of encouragement or consideration: the following is not a complete list, it is not a joke, but these are the missions that are on my mind, not counting my own, my own Joey Arnold world organizations that do not actually exist yet, Green Oatmeal, my own PAB, EA, L4, L4OJ, GYJO, and so on and so forth, so, not that I could support anybody, but here is an incomplete list (and the following may not even be in any particular order of importance or value or anything at all, necessarily):

NOOMA®.

ACLJ • American Center for Law & Justice.

TBN: Trinity Broadcasting Network.
The Salvation Army.
Revolution Hawaii.
Word of Life International (maybe also Vertical Life).
World Vision.
Way of the Master (Kirk Cameron).


Possibly some Baptist churches.
Maybe some Bible or Mission churches.
Maybe some Church of Christ churches.
Dozens of missionaries that I personally do know.
Youth pastors, pastors, too, that I do know.

Gideons International (Bibles).
Awana Clubs.
Appalachian Bible College (or possibly other colleges, too).
ABWE.
Creation in Genesis (Ken Hamm).
Billy Graham Evangelistic Assoc.

Samaritan's Purse (Billy's son, Franklin Graham).

All Gods Children

Children International®.

YWAM: Youth With A Mission.
Youth For Christ.
Urban Impact.

Small Groups | Ministry Training, Small Group Leaders Curriculum ...

SIM Int'l: http://www.sim.org/.
Voice of the Martyr.
SEND International web page; Email.
Open Doors.
New Tribes Mission.
Moody Bible Institute.
MATA (my brother may like this one).

The Barna Group - Barna Update.

http://www.kick-start.org

YMCA.
http://www.bibleinschools.net
http://www.chucknorris.com/html/listlinks1.aspx

The Cross

Jesus Dress Up! (I do not support this one).

Dare to Be a Daniel

There are so many missions.
I can't financially support all of them.
I can't even support myself (what about faith?).
The list goes on.
They should be broken down into categories, objectives, or age groups.



Maybe Green Peace or other green things, maybe.
I do not care much about saving the whales, but I should a little.
Or about hugging trees, or global warming/climate change.
Maybe Red Cross, but others can always support them.
Why do I have to support them.
I can only support so many.
And Red Cross is beside the point for which I stand.
Red Cross is like Salvation Army without the salvation!



Link(s) to more missions that I may or may not support:
http://www.mrd.org/mrd-mowp.htm.

Flesh It.

Run from it. You have things to do.



Jadodog: l2009104s1500pj414: 414:
What I did so far, as written at this l, this log date.
Dog: input: inbox: mailbox: incoming: random.
Dog: Dots On Goal: sub-draft: unorganized.
Do: Dots Online: Daring Onto: Direction Orbit.
Ja: Joey Arnold.
W.F: Whole Foods Market: NW: Portland, OR, USA.
S.A: The Salvation Army.

Ate, bought:
What: food:
Who: me: Joey Arnold: Oatmeal ("J"):
Where: At Whole Foods:
When: 12pm: PST: Sunday: 10/04/2009:
L20091004s1200pj414: Whole Foods: NW:
Via: Through: cashier: Sarah.
$1.29: Vanilla: Agave sweetened: yogurt: non-dairy: So Delicious.
$1.19: Banana Nut Bread: Clif Bar.
Balance: $26.97; Sarah; total spent: $2.48.



Lunch: I had:
$1.29: Vanilla: Agave sweetened: yogurt: non-dairy: So Delicious: W.F.
$1.19: Banana Nut Bread: Clif Bar: W.F.
Refried Beans: hart Brand: microwaved: 6 min. apx:
From can: from S.A. food-pantry.






Wrappers: cog: dog-list:
Jadodog: l2009104s1500pj414: 414:
Wrappers that were logged and are now cogged.
Cog: copies, duplicates, replicas.
$1.19: Banana Nut Bread: Clif Bar:
Jadodog: l2009104s1500pj414: 414.

Mocha Fudge

L20091003z2000pj414@414.

Ate: L20091003z1802pj414@Whole.Foods.NW. Senite.
$5.39: Mocha Fudge: So Delicious: Non-dairy: Ice-cream.

Where: L20091003z14-1730pj414@Moore.Street.Salvation.Army.NE.
Where: where was I: what did I do: activity, location.
Basketball: 2pm-5pm: Youth Pastor: Blake Webb.
Food not bombs for dinner rice casserole at the elephant park, NW, for free, 6pm.
Ice-cream: as always, after that, at Whole Foods, unfortunely.
I am getting sick of ice-cream, again.




Favorite song, just one second ago, today, on Pandora.

My Heart will Go On.
By Celine Dion.
- (Love Theme From "Titanic") . g

Every night in my dreams
I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go till we're one

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

There is some love that will not
go away

You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Yu-Gi-Oh

L20091003z1212pj414@414.

Ate:
From Whole Foods: Barrett.
Via food stamps.
L20091003z1212pj414@Whole.Foods.NW.
$1.29: yogurt: non-dairy: So Delicious: Blueberry.
$0.59: Orange: Navel.
$3.00: Hazelnut Currant chocolate: Green & Black's: Organic: Dark Chocolate.

Dog

Pog stands for previews on goal, a table of contents, book titles.
Pog is a list, it is simple, just to state a menu, a receipt, a recipe, quick, to the point.
Mog is simply a picture, a symbol, which is much smaller or quicker than pog.
Dog stands for dots on goal, or dogs, or dump, or direction, or dams, or docks, or doors.
Dog is the dock to my life, to everything that comes into it.
Dog will not always be chronological, for it is a dump, a mail-room, my front door (or back).
Dog is not necessary of most value, but it is good to know my source to everything.
Dog is a concept, it does not actually exist, it simple describes incoming data.
Dog may exist but only in specific scenarios, say, in the case of an email inbox, for example.
Dot stands for anything that comes into my life.
Log or og stands for list on goal, or to date an original. (Og would be Original goal, maybe).
Original refers to when a picture was first taken, or paper was first published, etc.
Logs are dogs that are saved, chronologically, into a database, a collection, an archive.
Jog refers to post-originals, edits, re-editions, re-modifications, additions.
Tog is task on goal, what I am going to do on my callender, my to-do list, menu, agenda, plan.
Nog is my not (not-task) on goal (maybe not note, negotiation, net, notion).
Nog is what I am not going to do, like, "nog ice-cream" meaning, stop buying ice-cream, you fatty.
Fog is Forgetion on goal, what I forgot to do, what I did not did.
Log then would have to be what I did do, in case I were to forget.
Wog is Worsetion On goal, what is worse, waste, which is from fog, nog, and, is that it?
Bog is Best On Goal, what is published or finished for the general public or for specific targets.
Sog, I think, is song on goal, or something a little bigger than pog.
Rog is recycled on goal.
Cog is whatever that is copied for backup. Duplicates.


L20091003z

L stands for log, original, when it happened, or when it was typed.
(This needs revision: how do i know the difference)
Z stands for Saturday.
S stands for Sunday.
M: Monday.
T: Tuesday.
W: Wednesday.
R: Thursday.
F: Friday.
(Each week starts on Sunday).