Even with all the right pieces to put the puzzles together; still can’t ask the right questions to find the proper answer for the board. Still I’m praying. “Mr. 490!” even gaven the world my license plate number before I even got a car. Till oceans away across the seven seas, spiritual intertwine with an homeless guy in Thailand right on or before Tuesday may, 9, 2023. On or about 1:48 pm USA time. While he’s singing on his string of instruments within the rain; felt the raindrops on the left side of my forehead or left back of shoulder and in between the inside of the elbows once leaning forward in a chair.
My vibes are at ‘4’ my energy is located on cloud ‘9’ and my influence stuck on clock of ‘0’. Hence, “Mr. 490!” While ducks quacking, seirios surely shineth brightest of sunlight. What’s in the dark, shall always comes to the light. As so, wasn’t done for my Father? Then shall we prosper everlasting life! Which we’ve all wasted the only human ‘1’ we all share through he, who is Jesus Christ! ” Mr. 490!” – always keep in mind, that the more you think you are alone then the more someone is watching. Are you, paranoid now? Are you looking around you now? You are paranoid but maybe you should be! Are you doing what’s at night during the day? And is it positively clear? “Mr. 490!” – still watching aeroplanes and jets swishes by. Some times close then at other times far, far, and far away in the air. The more alone I’ve become, the more I’m communicating while the ‘Ritz’ blowing cool breeze through the shaded portions via some trees.
“Mr. 490!” – these early, 5:30am wake up without a job or work to do has extended my days and nights. Cause Jah never give a man more than he can bare. Some of my struggles showed up on or about the month of October. Where has the world gone? So sad that I’ve lost mostly all of my freedom! Can someone, tell me why humans don’t love humanity? Eversince, I’ve left New York to Virginia to Jamaica and back to New York: life have become more than a teaching lessons. Words are the passion and writing is the fruit! “Mr. 490!” It’s always good over evil! Hello, Good morning! *Exousia*
