Thursday 5am

Up early. Didn’t finish last night’s writing work. This morning, more interference from the Americans and their Liew witch problem. Had kaya sandwiches and black coffee for breakfast. Will work out tonight as usual. No running today.

7am, Got cleaned easily. Finishing up act 1 of 4 Weddings. Mostly talking among the couples, introducing motives, traits, and histories I’ll use in act 2. Building suspense that tightens and eases. This makes the story more followable compared to always resting and running headlong. Like Alfred Hitchcock, I have a cameo in the story. Was fun putting that in. Could be a device I’ll employ later. The story has similarities to The Phantom of the Opera, Stephen King’s Desperation.

9am, Back from breakfast at Stadium with Dad. Taking it easy. Evil pressing in on me from the Liew witchy 6 and their downfallen western helpers. It’s hard to tell them gospel as they are smart, therefore too proud to face up to their actions and disastrous consequences. Much given, much expected. LiLian knew to work those people first in her takeover from God bid. Will resume writing at 10am.

10am, Feeling imposed on by my uncle’s family, thru Mom. They were a prime target of the west, possessing useful Spirit gifts. Not surprising if Liew witches were behind their hazing by the west. Now tho, their hearts are broken and it’s time to forego materialism, the paper chase, and pursue the way / work of the Cross. “Man shall not live by bread alone, but on every word from the mouth of God”. I will explain, we would not eat a loaf whole, but break it. Likewise, God feeds us, breaking up spiritual bread into morsels. The receiving of spiritual bread is easier and quicker than receiving worldly sustenance. It is feeding ourselves logically, God before flesh, that endows us a good clean life. Where do we find God’s nourishment? In the Bible? More on this later…

2pm, Back from Mutiara where we had lunch at the Chicken Rice Shop. We couldn't find the investment bank where Mom's shares are being transferred to. Hope it's not a scam. I can't help but feel petty scammers are targeting me and my folks. Dad is getting more careless, dropping things at the supermarket etc. Mom is still worried over her health. Bought a jumbo bottle of Heinz ketchup for my niece's birthday. Am working on Act 2 of my (the) wedding story.

5pm, Feeling mentally fatigued and will complete Act 2 later tonight. Instead, I used the hour to write a Medium article on my progress, writing the longest story of my life (6k words+). Need to talk about Hell now. What sort of person goes to hell and what is it like? It is STRANGE to go to hell, NOT strange to go to Heaven. 

Many are confused that only the best make it up. In reality there are many waystations between and every one that is hellish (in flesh or spirit) is illogical. Man is a creature of reason and of madness. We go mad every so often because of genetic reasons. Madness coupled with sin (hatred of Heaven) is what consigns a soul to Hell. Hell awaits those illogically hating God, even as a concept and it consumes flesh even so! 

I also promised to talk on God's bread / words, and it cannot be the Bible as the Bible is not baby food. It is food for grown men and women with opened eyes and ears. Where baby food comes from is from people writing analyses, like me. However, to swallow the words of God through his servants, requires diligence in thought and action -chewing with pleasure / worship, and spitting out / rejecting any falsehoods. Discernment is literally a baby intelligence. Wisdom is a grown person's resurrection hope. Therefore, go forth, true believers, and prosper!

8pm, Will be sleeping late tonight. Take my meds at 11pm. Work out at 10pm. Can’t write my story as there is a lot to do in mindspace. Tonight the Liew 6 go down once and for all.

9pm, Took meds early and worked out a bit. Did many healings and sent the Liew 6 packing hopefully one last time.

11pm, wrote my Substack, CK’s Friday Journal. Feeling joint pains but must persevere, the end feels near just not yet in sight. It will come as a flood. Brush soon and turn in circa midnight.