Obscure Arcanum - Chapter Twenty One

A DIARY (also called a journal) is a record (originally in handwritten format) with discrete entries arranged by date reporting on what has happened over the course of a day or other period. A personal diary may include a person's experiences, and/or thoughts or feelings, including comment on current events outside the writer's direct experience. Someone who keeps a diary is known as a diarist.

Is this your first time here? It's always best to start at the beginning.

Essentially, this whole blog is one big online diary; from my earliest attempts to share my thoughts with the world, to short stories and poems, full length novels, and a few different types of journals, I have been documenting my life and the world I live in, since 2006. The "Turn the Page" series explained how I came to live in Southern Ontario, and an earlier journal entitled, "Between the Bars of a Jail Cell" was not only my debut to diary keeping, but also a great way to burn away the time I spent incarcerated for crimes I didn't commit. "Fire-bombed" explains how I became homeless three times in a month-and-a-half.

That's what this all is; a record keeping process that keeps me grounded. As I read through my work I can get a better sense of who I am as an individual and how my life is evolving, and that's a very helpful tool indeed! Through my words I can get a clear sense of my mindset, emotional state, and focus. It's easy to see when there are dark times in my life, and you can definitely tell when things are going well.

Just a quick note regarding my integrity in this journal;

A) Once something is written / posted, I will not delete it or try to fix it in some way. I feel strongly about this, because it's usually during the times of extreme duress and frustration that I expose my raw emotions the most. Once my work has been witnessed by others, it would be akin to online trolling using a "Bait and Switch" tactic if I were to post something untrue or even libel and then erase it. Regardless of the legality of the situation, and / or the current punishment for posting any such information, there's my own personal integrity to take into consideration. I set the bar high for myself in all things, and my diary is to remain as unmodified as absolutely possible for prosperity sake. (To date there have been only three times I have deleted / switched content in my journals - They were done for extreme reasons)

2) I will not use names in my entries without asking first. Events and / or details can be used, however, any mention of names will be done only with verbal permission.

D) I don't write about every single little thing that I do. This is due to the simplistic fact that I'm certain most people don't care about all the mundane aspects of my life. On the flip side, I don't give away all my secrets...

......Which has come back to bite me in the past.

So as long as you understand how this works we should have a good time! You are welcome to email me or even text.  If you want to you can always look me up on social media.

Not every chapter in your life will be happy. As you read through the different chapters in my life, you can tell the times I am struggling and the times I'm happy......

.......We all make mistakes in life. As I grow and learn, there are going to be moments where I feel weak, just as there are going to be wonderfully grandiose moments. Due to my drive to become a better individual, these mere diary entries become a success story detailing the hardships and triumphs along the way.

This is my success story.

One thing I have noticed about the Obscure Arcanum series is that over time I am beginning to make more references to worldly issues. This is being done for two main reasons. The first reason why I am mentioning more politics is because I believe we are living in a transitional era of humanity, and the second reason I am making references to worldly issues is due to my desire to bring the truth to others who may not have the ability to see past the propaganda and rhetoric of mainstream media. From climate change to proxy wars and the subsequent mass illegal-immigration, this planet is being changed before my very eyes, and I believe that as a journalist and author it is my duty to record these occurrences.

Welcome to Chapter Twenty One of the Arcanum series!

Where do I start?

A) I'm single.

2) I have severe arthritis in two spots of my lower back and the nerves to my legs are being pinched. This means daily pain plus my mobility is still limited. I now use a cane to walk any distance. I still have abdominal issues; it's been 12 years since I first took ill.

D) I take medication daily for pain.

Zzorhn

June 8th, 2019
Good evening, Dear Diary. Today has been wonderful; sunshine, heat, and blue skies. Temperatures hit 26 degrees. Hephaestusamazilion and I took a short walk to the park. Thoroughly enjoyable weather.

This entry isn't going to be long. I'm very tired right now, but I wanted to get at least one post published in the newest chapter of the Arcanum series. I know as time goes on the entries will get longer.....

....but, yea!! I've worked my butt off today with barely and breaks except for the usual "Morning routine". I was busy.

So, talk to you in the morning! Hope you have a gooder, eh?

June 9th
Good morning, Dear Diary. Weather today consists of the sun fighting to get out from behind a cloud cover. Temperatures are only supposed to hit the middle 20s.

My plan for today is to go to medieval fighting class AKA Belegarth. I'll spend a few minutes this morning getting my equipment ready.....

....hopefully my health complies. Nothing sucks more than getting ready for something only to find myself unable to leave the house due to poor health.

Hephaestusamazilion is back to sleeping beside me in the bed. Our typical morning begins with a cuddle. If you're ever wondering why my iguana is super socialized it's because of the way he lives his life; he's treated like a respected, loved family member. I've always claimed that you can tell what a human is like merely by observing their pet for a short time. Our fur or scale-babies are simply the product of their environment.

While animals, specifically pets, can detect fear better than most humans, they can also innately detect and react to negative or positive energy. Yes, I'm speaking about the Law of Attraction, and I'm claiming that how we project energy toward our pets has a massive impact. I'm not certain if I need to provide proof of an animal's ability to detect fear, as most people are aware that animals are much more attuned to their senses than humans. However, when it comes to projecting energy I may need to prove this to you.......

........HERE'S a simple experiment on the power of positive and negative energy you can perform at home, Dear Diary. It basically involves filling two jars with uncooked rice..... SO, you'll need;
-two identical jars, washed and dried
-two lids for the jars
-uncooked, long-grain, white rice
-tape
-paper
-scissors
-pen or marker

TAKE the rice and pour it into the two jars, making certain to put the same amount of rice in each jar. Place the lid on the jars. On a piece of paper make a small label marked, "Positive", and one marked "Negative". Using a pair of sharp scissors cut the labels to fit the jars; a small label is best as you want to see the rice as much as possible. Tape the labels to the jars; one for "Positive" and one for "Negative". NEXT, place the two jars in a common area like the living room on opposite sides of the room......

........EACH time you pass by the jars, Dear Diary, I want you to speak out-loud as you react to the jars appropriately.... You exude happiness when facing the "Positive" jar, speaking to it like it's a beloved pet or spouse. Silly voices are allowed, so is grinning like a fool and gushing in delight.... As for the "Negative" jar it's the exact opposite; you swear, scream, and rage out directly AT the jar of rice......

....at the end of one month examine the jars of rice. What you should find is that the "Positive" jar will look like normal white rice, while the "Negative" jar will have begun to rot....... Seriously, rot..... Like, turn brown and begin to decay.

Try it if you don't believe me. I've always stated, Dear Diary, that if you can prove me wrong in anything feel free to correct me....

.....I can be contacted via email, or even a simple comment under the article. If you have my phone number feel free to call.

Anywho, the point I am making is that ALL pets are simply a product of their environment, shaped by the Law of Attraction, their personality and genetic make-up. Some animals can never be tamed while others of the same species are easily domesticated. Some breeds of animals are more prone to violence than others, while some have a docile demeanor. However, the biggest reason why pets act the way they do is because of the treatment they receive at the hands of their owner.

What else am I up to?! I have a few articles on the back-burner. I want to pen an article regarding homelessness in Canada, I want to write about the incident that put me in the hospital so that I can try to make sense of it, and now I want to write an article about toxic feminism......

.....but!! I have a few things that need my attention. I'll talk to you later, Dear Diary. Hope you have a wonderful day!!

June 10th
Good morning, Dear Diary.... Well, it's almost noon as I begin to write this, but whatev's, eh? Weather has turned from sun to cloud and we received rain last night. As I keep saying, you can't rub three dry days together anymore.

As I write this entry, Hephaestusamazilion is sitting on my computer desk. He's played the usual game of "Godzilla" where he knocks everything off my desk, and now the mighty lizard has retreated to behind my computer monitor. The little fella seems content to sit behind the monitor, happily munching the iguana kibbles I keep offering. (Iguana kibbles are fruit-flavoured alfalfa with vitamins and other good stuff. It smells like "Fruit Loops") I just realized that my teenage iguana is getting bigger, as the last time he decided to lay behind my monitor he didn't quite reach the whole length of the desk.... And now he does...... nose to tail he now stretches nearly four feet......

.....and my scale-baby could still pack on at least ten more pounds!

There's still stuff to sort and clean; my room is shaping up, but I need to go through everything to sort it. A place for everything, as they say, and everything in its place.

I want to write today. I feel motivated, but I'm out of meds. Hopefully I can find the motivation and pain-killers to get some work done.

What's my mindset? I dunno.... I'm doing my utmost best to avoid negativity and so far it seems to be working. By keeping my hands busy and my mind focused on something I am able to avoid manifesting negativity......

....and, let's be frank; I could very easily get dragged down by depression and negative emotions. It feels like I'm not in control whatsoever, and that really bothers me; my life feels like I'm being pulled by some sort of puppeteer, and I'm prone to the whimsy of others and situations. Yes, I'm speaking about the two recent relationships in my life, and how they have both ended not of my choosing. So much energy and money has been spent hauling personal belongings back and forth. So much has been lost or broken, not to mention my heart.

Truth is, I'm getting more and more bitter about the opposite sex. It's difficult to NOT be cynical when observation and experience speaks contrary to everything I've been told! As I stated a few days ago, Dear Diary, I'm going to pen some sort of article explaining the hypocrisy of the modern feminist movement, as well as, break down the reasons why women are so caustic in today's society.

Oh!?! Are you female and find yourself suddenly triggered by my words? I hope you have an open mind, but then again, I'm of the humble opinion that anyone who reads the Arcanum series already knows how to think outside the box. I guess if I can say anything about my personal stance on problematic women-related issues, is to be patient and hear me out in its entirety before forming an opinion.

Guess I better get my buttocks in motion, eh?

Well, Dear Diary, I hope you have a wonderful week! Talk to you soon.

June 11th
Hello, Dear Diary. It's morning, but I'm exhausted; the neighbours above me kept me awake because they threw a party last night. While I did speak nicely with them at 2 AM to explain they shouldn't be shouting from their balcony, they went inside and kept the music and noise going until 6 AM. Once the sun was up the roommate's cat decided to start making noise. Long story short? I barely slept last night.

I don't feel like doing much of anything. With barely any sleep and no pain medication I'm pretty much useless today.

Oh! Sunshine with wind..... At least there's sun.

Have a better day than me, please?

June 12th
I awoke this morning of my own accord. I'm in a decent mood today. The weather promises to be fair.

I went to bed early last night, mostly because of depression. I'm pretty tore up inside about a phone call I received from my father at 9 PM. While it might have been wonderful to hear from my dad, our conversations never go well as he has never respected me.

I'm also lonely; I feel isolated because I cannot find common ground with anyone anymore. When everyone else is so wrapped up in trivial pursuits and laden with what I call "Cell phone mentality" there is very little room for growth in friendship. Finding a female companion is even more difficult due to their mindset....

....still haven't written my report on the toxicity of modern feminism. I'm physically unable to lean over and type for any great length of time due to pain.

Speaking of my inability to work, I did barely anything yesterday. Sure, I watched a few shows and documentaries, but did absolutely nothing in the way of writing. I'm out of medication, and will be useless unless I can come up with some sort of deal.

I had an order for a pinata, but the woman who ordered it never picked it up. Now I'm stuck with a T-Rex pinata, and I'm broke. I spent hours on that damned thing, and now it's sitting here just collecting dust.

Most of my scale models are broken. My heart simply cannot take any more fixing of broken models due to moving or other damages (Like cats) I have a a scale model tank sitting in a box, but I'm reluctant to open the box, because I'm subconsciously depressed about the condition of all my hard work. I suppose I can blame myself for choosing to move so much. In retrospect I never needed to move my models in the first place.

I'm scheduled to meet a friend for coffee at noon, and there's Belegarth practice at Victoria Park at 6 PM. Hopefully I can find the strength to attend.

Last night I watched CBC "The National" as it was aired live. I ended up thoroughly disgusted by the bias of the show, but moreso about the bias of the moderator; left-wing viewers can say anything they want, but the moment a right-wing viewer speaks up they are trashed, bashed, and trolled with abandon and CBC doesn't interfere. It's revolting how polarized the tax-payer funded Canadian Broadcasting Corporation spews propaganda and gets a free ride. In no way do they represent Canada! CBC is a mouthpiece for Alt-left and nothing more!

How do you know you are speaking with someone who falls on the Alt-Left political spectrum? The typical response and tactics from the Alt-left has nothing to do with political platforms or planning for the country's future. They are full of hate, and will do anything to demoralize and demonize anyone who speaks the truth. You can witness this as personal attacks, right up to attacks on the government by these kinds of despicable wretches. The Alt-left plays the victim like it's a personal suit of armor and uses it as a weapon. They have no legitimate responses to debate, and always resort to name-calling, or other personal attacks. They don't care about the country they live in or represent, and they only care about power.

I'm going to go. Since I've started writing this entry I have lost my good mood and now I am miserable again. Chalk it up to pain, and the lingering loneliness that comes with being "Woke" or aware.

Talk soon.

June 12th - 8:30 PM EST
Good evening, Dear Diary. I had a pretty decent day when you balance it out. The morning was rough while the afternoon was great. The sun shone, I took Heffy for a walk to the local pet store where I purchase his equipment and iguana needs. He loved the attention, and really liked the fish... Like.... I've watched the little guy previously with a fish tank and he gets absolutely memorized. Can you imagine a whole section with colourful fish? We both had fun. Then I went for a Pokemon Go raid with 14 other people; it was conveniently just down the road, and it was coordinated online. My roommate offered me meds. God is good.

So...................

.......last night I was mentioned by name by the moderator of "The National". Well.....I was calling him out for bias for the chat, and I was getting trolled. I was mentioned again at the end, and I decided I'm going to take a different approach. At the beginning of each and every show there is an offer to say "Hello" and where you are watching the show from. I plan to say more than just hello tonight..... Try this......

......Hello from London, Ontario!!

It’s Wednesday night and we’ve had a lovely, sunshine-filled day. All over the city the trees were glowing green from the plentiful rain and sudden burst of heat. Children’s laughter echoed in the park while the baseball diamonds are filled to capacity. The sunshine seems to have lifted everyone’s spirits as most residents are wearing a smile and sport a welcome wave.

9 Bells?!? Well, good Lordy it’s time for “The National” on CBC!! Like most Canadians I await the iconic show each night, finding a comfort in the routine while enjoying Canadian news. The show has always delighted me for the Canadianisms that abound, as well as, the knowledge that the show was being viewed all over the planet. In that way I felt connected to the program, and regarded the time spent watching “The National” as educational, as well as, entertainment.

I’ve always said the hosts are wonderful and usually do a decent job. I’m certain there are many behind the scenes that are necessary for the daily program to be aired, and they too deserve a pat on the back for their hard work.

I grew up watching “The National”. I still miss Peter quite a bit. Perhaps it was his wonderful baritone voice that brought me comfort. Maybe it was a high level of trust on my part; watching Peter Mansbridge for his whole career could easily explain this as the man’s integrity was as sincere as his personal drive. It could also be due to the fact that the CBC delivered the NEWS without some sort of partisan twist……

……you see? That’s the problem here. CBC’s programming has taken a serious left turn in the last couple of years, and I know for a verified fact that I’m not the only one that has noticed. Many Canadians are simply disgusted with the taxpayer-funded CBC, and have chosen to stop watching their programming. The bias is so thick sometimes you can taste it.

I keep coming back; where else am I going to get my distinctly Canadian news?! CTV? Global?! People all over the world are suddenly aware how slanted most mainstream media really is, and there isn’t a single Canadian news agency that has bipartisan programming…..

…..I’ll say that again in case you missed it; there are no bipartisan news corporations in Canada; all mainstream Canadian news swing to the left.

Can you PLEASE do something about the bias and propaganda? Don’t forget that CBC is somewhat of an icon all over the world, and you simply do not represent most Canadians with the leftist programs and agendas.

Let’s have an entertaining, informative, neutral show tonight, shall we? I promise to avoid personal conflict with other viewers by ignoring them, but I’m going to call you out when needed, M’Kay?

Sincerely;

Kilroy
“Debunking the CBC”

P.S. I’m pretty thirsty. I could sure use a drink. You guys at CBC don’t happen to have any of those paper-drink-box-water-bottles, eh?

June 13th
Good morning, Dear Diary. It's raining, and thundershowers are expected for the next 12 hours. Sounds about right, eh? I mean we did just get a couple of decent days, so we're do for more rain and cloud. Yes, that was sarcasm. Yes, men can be sarcastic, we're just not as good at it as women are.....

.....I mean, men CAN be sarcastic, but if you want sarcasm... I'm talking about venom-laced, bitter, cold-as-death, dripping vitriol? Well, that requires a woman.

Oh! Look at me in a bratty mood! Must mean I'm feeling decent about myself.

I had a great time last night watching CBC "The National". No. One. Trolled. At. All..... There was some light banter and even one debate on gun control, but no one fired a personal shot at anyone. It was like everyone was behaving like grown adults, and even agreeing on common ground. The sensation reminded me of the party politics back in the '80s, where even direct political opponents could sit down together civilly at the end of the day. Now? Now, they would most likely attempt to knife each other in the back! Probably why they don't serve meals in Parliament..... That might require a knife and fork, and with hundreds of knives abound in one room? Pardon me, Dear Diary, if I have a sadistic chuckle at the thought.

Told you I'm in a good mood.

I'm now part of a Pokemon Go group on Facebook for our local area... And, I mean local.... There's six of us in walking distance of each other, and at least a half-dozen gym's to pick from in the same radius. Let's just say I might actually have found my raid team.....

...I've heard about them; people who work together on a constant basis to beat challenges in Pokemon Go, as well as, take on high-level raids.

Laugh all you want, Dear Diary, but Pokemon Go gets my crippled ars off the computer chair, and it even logs how far I go each day, and then tabulates it all up for a weekly total. I view it as a fitness tracker that offers a game to play while I'm out and about. I go places in London I've never gone, or would ever choose to. It's enabling me to push myself, and my Doctor completely approves.

Hephaestusamazilion is doing well this morning. He woke up before I did, because I woke up to him staring at me across the pillow. I pulled him on top of my chest and we snuggled as I went back to sleep until the automatic timer turns on his lights. The teenage iguana relaxed and then snuggled atop my warm chest, and closed his eyes. When the timer turned on the lights and radio both of us got out of bed.

It's becoming Summer, and that means waking up earlier because the light is spilling into your bedroom much earlier each day. I don't mind, I guess.

I'm supposed to go out for coffee this afternoon. I'll fill you in on that later, Dear Diary.

Oh! I managed to clean up my phone bill!! When She-who-shall-not-be-named and I were forcibly split on December 5th, 2018 by Police and I ended up in the Hospital, I was left holding a really large phone bill. She was not the first to leave me holding the financial bag after the relationship went South as I've fully furnished four houses in my lifetime. Let's just hope she is the last woman I ever have to clean up after!

Well, I have a full day ahead of me. I hope you have a wonderful Friday-Junior! Talk real soon!

June 13th - 4 PM
Well, Holy frak me, Dear Diary!! I'm royally pissed right off!

I suppose it's my fault, I mean, I guess I should know better by now to stay out of other people's business. You'd think by now, Dear Diary, that I would have learned my lesson about karma, and how it ALWAYS comes back to bite you in the ass. Never forget the old adage, "A good deed never goes unpunished".

Long story short? I was instructed by my Probation Officer, as well as, a caseworker for Family and Children Services to phone the Police and file a report that Tina was being essentially held hostage by her ex-husband, Steve, and some rag-tag, moldy, useless, old homeless man from the Salvation Army by the name of Ken. So, I did..... Only to become the aggressor some-(Explicit)-how!?!?! Ugh!!! Like, shoot me now! I just lost a little more faith in  humanity.

I better start at the beginning....

.....you remember Tina? The last woman I was living with? Well, even after she and I split up we kept on talking. In fact, there was even talk of reconciliation; after all, we never split on bad terms, and it was only circumstance of housing that needed addressing. She was a tad overbearing and explosive, but everyone has their faults, right?

Tina kept messaging me that she was scared of Steve and this hobo, Ken. Our phone conversations were brief, and only when the two men weren't in the room or "Watching" her. For a few days this behaviour and language continued; I was frustrated and feeling helpless while Tina kept telling me horror stories or leave long lapses between conversations. It's easy to say I was beginning to feel worried. Now, I could have done nothing...... As I said I should have just ignored anything she had to say once I moved back to my apartment... I dunno.... I keep believing I'm a "Good guy". I'm starting to now believe that "Good guy" is just terminology for "Sucker" or "Schmuck". (See also "White Knight")

So.......... After doing as I was suggested, urged on by Tina herself by her actions and words, I reluctantly phone the Police. If you think for one second I wanted to contact the cops you are indeed mistaken!!!! They took the information I had to offer, and I hung up.

I waited. And waited.

I went for a Pokemon Go walk. Why not, right? I'm feeling decent enough, so why not catch a small walk between rainstorms? You and I both know I like to get outdoors when I can, Dear Diary, so it should come as no surprise that I saw a break in the clouds and decided to burn off some steam by going for a brief walk.

I got a phone-call from the Police.......

...........I'M STALKING TINA?!?! Apparently, the Police DID look at the text messages, but Steve, Ken, and Tina spoke with the officers and there's nothing wrong going on, and I'VE BEEN BOTHERING THEM?!?! I was asked to refrain from contacting her again, and I readily told the Officer that wouldn't be a problem.

Like, BLOCKED from texting, messaging, Facebook, and I'd burn the damned bridge on Adelaide Street between her and I if I did think I'd get arrested for arson (Or terrorism, for that matter)!!!!

What a thundercunt!

Anywho, Dear Diary, I'm don't have any legal issues, but you can bet my rosy-red-rectum I'll be staying away from that bitch and her dysfunctional family!!!

Ugh!!!

I DARE some woman to prove to me that all women are not cut of the same cloth! Just don't be expecting a warm welcome when we meet.

June 15th
Good morning, Dear Diary. Weather today consists of wind and cloud. Temperatures probably won't break 20 degrees.

Heffy and I are ok this morning. We woke up together in bed, I put him under his heat lamp before I went to make coffee, and he's still there waiting patiently for his morning bath.

I have to wait for my roommate to wake up before I can run the bath tub. She likes to sleep in, but that's because she can't sleep at night. In a way I do know how she feels.......

........sleep is so important, and yet so many humans regard it as something they can minimize if they want. I know that interrupted sleep or a night where I cannot fall asleep are followed by an entire day where I am not able to be at my best. When two or more nights of sleep are not fulfilled then I begin to have real difficulties. So it is that I don't bother waking my roommate when she is sleeping. Heffy and I can wait an hour.

Yea, things are ok at my little apartment. We're actually super-cleaning the last couple of days and sorting through our belongings. She bought a new bedroom suite and is transferring everything, while I'm going through all my stuff to catalog and sort.

I just got a message to come and join the Pokemon Go raid team. I gotta get my butt in gear... Raid is in an hour. Talk soon.

[TO BE CONTINUED]


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