I Should Listen More to Dead Philip Whalen

Dead Philip Whalen (or the Intelligence that goes by that name) will often make jokes through the cut-up machine. Sometimes, I understand when he's talking to me but other times I miss the point entirely. That's why the Oracles in the Ancient World are often so funny...because people drop the ball, and only later do they realize you need their darksided sense of humor to get what they are really telling you. When the cut-up machine made my eyes focus on car crash today I laughed. I even put it in a poem. I figured Philip was making a joke about my talking with the insurance agent about my frustration with the homeowner's policy spiking and his suggestion I remove collision off my auto. I told him I would never do that with my run of luck, and that I would get in a crash the next day if I did that. I knew I had only a few blocks to go to my night appointment with my therapist the next day when he said that. But what Philip was saying was really: Car. Crash Today. When that configuration formed, my car was probably being broken into and rummaged by whoever did that. The glove box light could burn that long the police said. Why would junkies lock the car back up? Certainly it could be their sense of humor. But Philip knew. I do cut-ups all the time. I never have seen that warning before. Ever. And my eyes were drawn right to it. He isolated it. And Fend for the amulet. I don't know if he's talking poetry or that was a joke about the car key breaking off in the ignition. I thought I had no other key. For an hour. I couldn't find one. And I wanted one so I could make a copy right away in case something like this happens again. They have senses of humor like that. Alien intelligences. Not space aliens. Alien to us. The cut-up a few days ago said, "I have removed you from the Akashic Records." I have always jokingly called Google the "Akashic Records." Philip knows that. Lately, I have had several experiences (witnessed by others) where I knew things that people had said or things that were going to happen before they happened. Sometimes these were deja vu experiences and I said them aloud...you want to try to break that horrible sensation of being in a time-pretzel. Sometimes I shake my odd or make an odd movement. Like the thing Natalie's character does in her bedroom in Garden State. That randomizing tic. Nothing is really random in a cut-up machine. They try to achieve randomness in those things but it can't be done. And the experiments to see if human mind affects machines that try to randomize (the seventies?) seemed to indicate that the ersatz-randomness was skewed by human thought processes. Not that of the programmers, but of the people participating in the study. Everybody was concerned, because they were worried about this in a nuclear context. People with their fingers on the buttons, etc. Philip says that there are groups of angels which have splintered and are cut off from God, but that these are not Fallen Angels. Somehow they have a wall around them so that even God can't connect with them or chooses not to. Satan has no uses for these Intelligences. So what are they doing? Wandering. Like the Lost Colony of Roanoke? I used to have the prescience thing happen to me before a lot, but it stopped dead for like ten years, with only a few exceptions. I knew a while back when that bridge fell out west. Lee saw me experience that when we drove by the Caterpillar place. I thought it was an earthquake in California.I just had the sensation of heavy things falling down and I could feel the direction was West. I thought California was the most logical. But I told him on a Tuesday and it was on a Thursday I think. Sometimes I'm completely wrong of course. I realize all of this is irrational. But I think something was being merciful to me. Like with the immunoglobulin deficiency. I don't know why I ran that test. I added it out in the middle of the night when I snapped awake. I thought it had something to do with autoimmune diseases. Why I wanted it. I didn't know that such a conditon as SIGM exists. I knew I was immunocompromised and the tests for the condition everybody knows about kept saying "no" over and over. And the dumber doctors said stress, and the smarter doctors said "I don't know what it is." But nobody said "Hey, buddy, here are some other ways your body might actually be immunocompromised." CD4s well over 1000 and CD8s at 300. The DNA tests are skewed towards false positive values not false negatives. Heavy metal poisoning? But no. Heavy metal poisoning from within. AIDS exhibits the opposite ratio. Number goes below 1. Compensation by CD8s as CD4s drop. My number is 3.43. Sign of metal poisoning. All the hematos- are spiked up. No iron in my vitamins. Little in my diet (I don't eat much at all anymore). Body accumulates iron. Schamberg's. Neuropathy. Hair loss (that later grew back). I need to be bled. Intravenous immunoglobulin M is not effective. There is no therapy for SIGM. The commercial preparations are weak and not worthy of being called therapy. Some say injections of IVIG help but how could they? My IgG is fine, as is my IgA. Anomaly. Because IgM is building block. Yet this is seen. Probably most people "seen" are really secondary with a few exceptional primary cases. Can be secondary to malignancy if not primary. Serious possibility. Differential diagnosis Polycythemia vera (sp?). Doubt it. Online says low CD8s are typical of hemochromatosis patients, usually before a serious downturn in health. When iron begins accumulating in organs. Of course the liver. There is something Philip is trying to get me to do but I don't know what it is. I don't know how this connects to the people who are clearly bugging my phone. It was so frustrating when I was trying to get the AAA people to hear me. You realize they can do that so you can't call for help or even 9-11. I'm hoping my address would still show up on 9-11 even if they couldn't hear me. But they would probably just show up, knock on the door and leave. I have the cell phone. My left ear is killing me. The Eustachian tube collapses a lot and I hear these thump thump thump sounds from my blood then. My dreams are so fucked up. Most of them I'm reading books or writing. There are no people in my dreams for a long time except the voices in the books. Something wants me to focus on what I'm writing but I can't retain any of those books. Sometimes I find the most beautiful books and you can read every word in there. I'm looking if I keep a phrase of eight words when I wake. It's not poetry or literature. Something else. I can't get medical coverage. My GP hates me. He hates anyone like me. What do those people think I did? I looked in my trunk. They hadn't gotten in there. That points more to junkie than agents. And I saw someone shuffling along slowly at 3 the other night. I said to Lee something was going to happen. Of course, he figured it was my paranoia. Except it's not paranoia. I don't know if any of this is connected to the electromagnetic anomalies of my house. The thing with the lights and the chemical changes didn't happen this year. I think prayer helped with removing that problem. Not that I ever felt any real malevolence. But there was definitely a sense they knew what you were thinking. Because the lights blew WAAY more often if you threw a lightswitch when you were very upset. It's like you could feel the negative energy running through your hand into the light. And it felt doubly frustrating when the light blew because you knew you had contributed. But when four lights went out in one day, then three lights another day. Then nothing for years. I change one light bulb approx. every five months or so. And never even two on one day. Plus that was when spoons were spinning around in bowl. It got so ridiculous. The kids saw it. Chas wouldn't sleep in the one bedroom and put the life-sized stuffed lady in her closet and locked it lol. Still, I think it was just electromagnetic anomalies not beings. That's what causes most poltergeist experiences. Probably frontier science. It was always seasonal here. November usually when it started. I only had one wee little incident last month and it was mercifully over quickly so shan't talk about that. The year that happened bigtime lamps would go out while things rolled across the table in the next room and the door from the basement sounded as though somebody slammed against it. Needless to say I never go down there. I was told there used to be asbestos. They removed it but you know how that is. Stir it up and you have a condition that has eighteen vowels in it.